the goddamn ending, IF YOU CAN CALL THAT AN ENDING.Īnother quibble – I didn’t feel connected to any of the characters. But boy howdy did I have some problems with 1. I get the hype, because the idea is a banger and the writing is *chef’s kiss* fucking awesome.
What will happen to the next generation, when their own daughters’ storylines intersect? Still, even separated by so many miles and just as many lies, the fates of the twins remain intertwined. The other secretly passes for white, and her white husband knows nothing of her past. Ten years later, one sister lives with her black daughter in the same southern town she once tried to escape. But after growing up together in a small, southern black community and running away at age sixteen, it’s not just the shape of their daily lives that is different as adults, it’s everything: their families, their communities, their racial identities. The Vignes twin sisters will always be identical. But apparently I am still actually able to get through some fancy fiction when the occasion calls for it, and so today, I’m reviewing what has been one of the most omnipresent books of the year, at least in my corner of the internet: The Vanishing Half by Brit Bennett It’s been a moment, hasn’t it? As I’ve said before, for some reason, this whole end-of-the-world shit-show that is 2020 has made me lean heavily into non-fiction, with the odd horror novel thrown in.
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