Alice Walker’s writings are beautifully poetic and have a spiritual sensibility that is grounded in raw life. At the heart of this story is sexuality, as we observe a number of human relationships and the pain unwittingly caused, particularly due to patriarchal father-daughter situations. And yet, I couldn’t let myself get swept into it, having the sense that Walker was using the characters as her mouth-piece for her ideas. I normally like shifting points of view in a story, but in this case it happened every few pages, and jumped around in past/present as well as earth locations to the hereafter … too fragmented for my liking despite the food for thought she presented.

Given the book was almost entirely about, well you know, I wasn't exactly enthralled. But, for some reason, i couldn't quit reading.