“Vinegar Hill”
I read “Vinegar Hill” today, a novel by A. Manette Ansay. I’ve never read a book when at the turn of every page I wanted to throw it against the wall, burn it, pitch it into the street but couldn’t because I was in such a rage my hands were paralyzed to release it from my grip. I can hardly draw in a breath, hours later. I can’t get the characters out of my heart. Or my head. Or my eyes.
Do I recommend it? Hell yeah!