I absolutely loved the premise of this story. Pregnant African Americans who were thrown overboard during slave trades, but their children survived. Not only survived but thrived and adapted to their new home, the sea.
Only one can remember their history and share those memories once a year. Holding these memories is overwhelming and painful. There’s nobody to share the pain with. The choice of choosing your own happiness and finding yourself, or making sure your people are blissfully oblivious.
The beginning of the book gave me such high hopes and it began as a five star read. I was highly disappointed about halfway through to the end. It felt like the author rushed. If the book had been a little longer the author could have added some much needed details to expand the story. The ending fell very flat and I was hoping for much more emotion.
Only one can remember their history and share those memories once a year. Holding these memories is overwhelming and painful. There’s nobody to share the pain with. The choice of choosing your own happiness and finding yourself, or making sure your people are blissfully oblivious.
The beginning of the book gave me such high hopes and it began as a five star read. I was highly disappointed about halfway through to the end. It felt like the author rushed. If the book had been a little longer the author could have added some much needed details to expand the story. The ending fell very flat and I was hoping for much more emotion.