|Publisher||Farrar, Straus and Giroux|
|My Copy||library copy|
|First Read||October 22, 2014|
This is a third parallel novel in the world that includes 'Gilead' and 'Home'; it's good, but the dirt-poor Depression-era wandering and general Southern Misery of this took a lot of the pleasure out of it. But that's just me and my aversion to southern lit, probably.
Noted on October 28, 2014
That old black coat he always wore to preach in was the one he put over her shoulders one evening when they were walking along the road together and he was throwing rocks at the fence posts the way a boy would do, still shy of her. But on a Sunday morning, with the sermon in front of him he'd spent the week on and knew so well he hardly need to look at it, he was a beautiful old man, and it pleased her more than almost anything that she knew the feel of that coat, the weight of it.
Quoted on October 28, 2014