![]() But neither can it hide those who lived it. History, no matter who writes it, cannot hide the blood on its hands. But this novel lacked the sort of alchemy that made the author’s previous books so indelible to me, and holding on to this particular story felt like trying to hold on to smoke or shadow. I thought reading Deep and Darkest Red would feel just as familiar, like slipping into your favorite pair of shoes. Each time I turned the last page, I wanted to hold their stories for a while in the quiet undercurrents of myself, until their edges are worn smooth as creek stones. I’ve read all of their books, and was racked by them. ![]() ![]() If you’ve been following me for a while, you’d know that any new release by McLemore pulls me along like a child who has hold of my sleeve. ![]()
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