I thought that The Twelve Tribes of Hattie by Ayana Mathis sounded like a good book. The cover was interesting. The blurb was interesting. The first chapter was interesting. I thought I had found a winner.
Hattie is a young black woman who migrates to the north in search of a better life. She marries and has twins. The twins, a boy and a girl, get sick and end up dying. I was riveted. I cried.
Then the story jumps to the third child, now a grown man. He was a traveling musician on his way to New Orleans. Before the chapter was up he’d had relations with a woman and then a man. That was it. I didn’t read more. If I don’t like reading sex scenes between a man and a woman why would I want to read any other kind? Some things are better not actually written out.
Oprah may have recommended it, but I don’t.
This lady has a different opinion:
- Review: The Twelve Tribes of Hattie by Ayana Mathis (iboughtyoubooks.wordpress.com)