Oh, my God.This is not at all for the faint of heart--if you have a problem with graphic violence in books, be warned--but the delicate sensibility of the reader is SO not the point. Set in Jamaica at the turn of the nineteenth century, during the years leading up to one of the innumerable slave ...
SO they take good feeling any which way it come. Some time that good feeling come by taking on a different kinda bad feeling. Near three month now, first every day, then three time or twice a week, then whenever she wish, Miss Isobel leave the plantation, riding out on horseback on a real saddle,...
Dampness and drip gave the weekday the stamp of Sunday. Evening rain made a day forget herself, but never her purpose. Rain did the same for people, frightening them to cover or freeing them to expose, but never allowing them to forget their purpose. This damn blasted rain was holding her back. A...
I’m not a girl.—You’re not, huh? Don’t have any girly parts?—Nope, nope nope. So I can’t be a sweetie.—You’re my sweetie though.—Nope. Boys aren’t sweet. That’s girls. Girls are sweet. And icky.Kinda hard to argue with such rock-solid logic. I could write an article on the things I knew at six th...