this book hurts. in so many ways. initially, it hurts to get acclimated to the narrator’s voice. whenever i read books written in dialect it always takes me at least 40 pages to start to get the hang of it (i curse you, irvine welsh!!) and then it hurts because it’s such a raw and bloody depiction of the physical and emotional bullshit of slavery. and then after it’s all done, it hurts that it’s so well written, you just want more of it. so i’m awfully glad i broke my promise about “not buying any more hardcover books.” this one is worth hardcover price.