Roots - The Last of It
Suffice to say I have been busy like it's nobody's business these past couple of days, and it appears to be a nonstop whirlwind for the next couple of weeks. I will have a lovely Saturday School post next Saturday (it is my hopes at least) lamenting why this year has been UBER stressful, but until then -
Onward with Roots.
First, how many of you who have read this totally dug some African narrative and then as soon as it hit the wonderful U.S. of A. your interest slowly plummeted until its splattered on a cotton field? Does anyone know when the accused plagiarism actually stopped?
I wasn't terribly impressed with the third section; quite honestly, Chicken George was not a character that I felt for and the other slaves were so brushed by that they were more of a quick meet n' greet with no substance.
And then! This last section just seriously left me in the land of wah-wah. In fact it was like Haley was afraid of turning this into a monster of a book (sometimes size does matter) and just sorta wrapped things up. For a while there I felt like I was reading the Bible - you know that chapter where everything is he begat this person who begat that person and you finish it thinking to yourself: man where IS the aleve? I'm gonna be honest, I did me some skimming.
So, overall impression of the book? The first part with our beloved African slave, Kunte - FIVE STARS and a LOVED IT. And the second half, what I've been fondly referring to as AK (after kunte) in my head - ONE POINT FIVE STARS. *le sigh* If you follow me on goodreads, I gave Roots a solid three.
Til next time. Behave yourselves.