Every once in a while, I run across a book I can’t decide if I enjoyed or not. When this happens, this indecision is because I ask myself this question – “If I didn’t enjoy it, what are the reasons?” The answer to this question has rarely been the same for any two books. However, the process for finding a satisfactory answer is always the same. I have been putting off a review for New England White by Stephen Carter for several weeks now, as I tried to figure out what my thoughts on this book were.
The author kept my attention for the first half of the book. At some point, right around the middle, some pretty strange twists started occurring. [read more…]
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