Fiction

TW raved about American Ghost and I kind of rolled my eyes at her assuming her rave review was based only on the setting of the book. (North/Central Florida.) (And I can understand why that kind of thing can cause one to have an over-inflated love of a book. Happens to me quite often, too.)

But, turns out, the book is just pretty darn good all around. Good characters. Good story. It keeps a nice pace, all the way through — never too fast or too slow. I wasn’t sure when we got to the part that brought the Frazier brothers to Florida but I loved both of those guys. Loved the way they came into town and how they interacted with the community while looking for the “fangers”.

I never thought I’d say I’d love a book about exhibition lynchings. But I did.

PS. Nothing good can come of going to a fish camp. Or a hunting camp. Do not go. I’ve been saying this for years. Can’t say it enough. Do. Not. Go.