Read. This. Book.
The flashlight beam was even brighter than she could have hoped for, though, and illuminated a lime green world of moss and seaweed, coral and sand, black bounders the size of primitive gods. 344 more words
If the Creek Don’t Rise, Leah Weiss
I really thought I’d enjoy this, it sounded so intriguing. sadly I just found it too grim for me, too dirt poor desperate and couldn’t like or engage with any of the characters, though I felt incredibly sad for them trapped by circumstances into a life like that. 177 more words