This is one of those narrative non-fiction books that I’ve been really enjoying recently. I never knew I’d like non-fiction, but when it’s written as a story to be told-and it’s that what history and life is really?—I do enjoy it.

I found this one harder than others. Perhaps it was the “unfathomability” of the poverty and injustice. I think it was more so that I kept wondering how Boo knew some of the things she wrote happened. Yes, there had to be interviews, there was observation, but still...

I don’t doubt that there were events that happened as she said, I just found myself wondering if they happened when and how she said they did.