I was very surprised when TW put Home into the library bag. She is not the Toni Morrison fan in the family. She doesn’t hate her, she just doesn’t enjoy her as much as I do. I was also surprised when she questioned my decision to read Home. She had already read it and why WOULDN’T I read it – I LIKE TONI MORRISON for god’s sake.
Anyway.
I read it.
Very fast read.
It felt like I had already read Cee’s story. And maybe bits and pieces of the old mean step-grandmother’s story. That part where she beat the dog and lost the cleaning services of the girl – very familiar. The eugenics part – familiar. The part where Cee’s dirtbag boyfriend took off with the car that belonged to her family back home – also familiar. If I didn’t know better, I’d say I’ve read this book.
But, it’s new – and I did not recognize any of the Smart Money pieces and I’m pretty sure I’d have remembered that. Yum yum? Yea, I’d have remembered that.
Anyway – it felt familiar. It was fast. It was Morrison. It was good but not my favorite, by a long shot.