Sula by Toni Morrison
At first, Sula was my favorite Morrison book so far. The first half was fun but deep, you know? OK, we’ve got a mother killing her kid again and even two books on that subject seems like too many. It’s probably not a trend you want to establish. But aside from the dying children, the first half had a light flare combined with a gossipy interest that I was enjoying. The second half was all over the place, as if Morrison wasn’t sure what she’d really planned to do with the story. It didn’t seem connected to me. It was readable, but jumpy and not nearly as fun.
There was one brief chapter on the subject of losing a significant other that was magnificently resonant.