Daniel Lomax’s Reviews > Beloved > Status Update

"Soil, grass, mud, shucking, leaves, hay, cobs, seashells - all that he'd slept on. White cotton sheets had never crossed his mind. He fell in with a groan and the woman helped him pretend he was making love to her and not her bed linen."

"A few cuts of sun break through the roof and walls but once there they are too weak to shift for themselves. Darkness is stronger and swallows them like minnows."

"A few cuts of sun break through the roof and walls but once there they are too weak to shift for themselves. Darkness is stronger and swallows them like minnows"

"she had claimed herself. Freeing yourself was one thing; claiming ownership of that free self was another."

'As though mint sprig in the mouth changed the breath as well as its odor.'

Reminiscences of Flannery O'Connor's (consummate) Everything That Rises Must Converge.

Dipping my toes in the water with trepidation because of Morrison's silly - and, perversely, slight racist - claim that Clinton was the first black president because of his promiscuity and uncertain parentage. But I can already tell from the author's introduction that she knows how to write.