Reading progress update: I've read 186 out of 432 pages.
"We go through our lives, so many of us, as fractions of ourselves, with all the other puzzle pieces buried where no on can see them. But there's the paradox and do forgive me for flights metaphorical - we're all of us fractured jigsaws, but we're also the entire picture no matter how far away we walk from what's hidden."
This book is a hard read. Not because it's not well written or because the characters aren't lively, emotional human beings. It's hard because it's too relevant. The book takes place in 1921. However, the way people of colored are being treated by the world around them? It doesn't seem all that historical.
