This is a dust bowl
book. Set in the depression the future
of a woman, let alone a penniless, uneducated woman is dim at best. Jane takes her life in her own ends and
wrings a future out of it.
This book perplexes me. There parts and revelations that I really
enjoyed. In other parts I was not sure
if it was a diary of a schizophrenic. A
solid point I got from the book is that, in some ways, we all are costuming our
way through life. I have no idea if
that was the author’s point but it was what I got. Much like my arguing with my college lit
prof about interpretation of Robert Frost and the Road Not Taken. I don’t know if I got what Frost wanted me to
get and I know I didn’t get what my professor wanted me to get but I got
something, my own something.
This is a choppy read and
somewhat disjointed but provided some in-depth insight to some of the
characters.
This book may have been received free of charge from a publisher or a publicist. That will NEVER have a bearing on my recommendations.
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