it was quite confusing. The sentences barely registered any meaning. The book frequently
changes first person perspective. Character’s diaries, most of which composed illegible or emotionally charged that made it incomprehensible, interwove with
third person narration throughout the whole book. It has successfully confused me of whatever it intended to tell.
it creative writing? Then, maybe I am not an imaginative or creative person. I
can feel the strong personal mental struggling; the submissive agony of Blacks inherented
for that era; the fragility of the patched female family. But I couldn’t read
anything. I couldn’t retell the story at all. Or is it suppose to be like that?
only relief was that the book was short. Ended at the same place where it