I finished this one late Friday. I enjoyed it a lot. I can’t think of anything I disliked. The story is a bit of a whodunit, but not in the usual sense where murder is involved. 

I enjoy Slocumb’s writing style. It’s not incredibly basic or overly complex. 

TW: racism is prevalent throughout the book. At times I felt uncomfortable and angry, but that’s kind of the point, right? These are things happening in real life that shouldn’t ever happen. One scene in particular had me seething. I appreciate, though, that Slocumb included the level of detail he did. I think a lot of writers would have chosen not to, but he captured how rapidly things would happen in the moment, but also made it hard to gloss over what happened. 

When the culprit was revealed, I wasn’t surprised. I had a few in mind as my primary guilty parties and it turned out to be one of them. I was surprised by the why and how. I had a very different theory in mind, that was likely a stretch. 

I’m not sure this book will get the attention it deserves, but do yourself a favor and read it.