“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! 

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