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River Sing Me Home: A GMA Book Club Pick Hardcover – January 31, 2023
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Named One of Time’s 100 Must-Read Books of 2023 • A Dayton Literary Peace Prize Finalist
“A powerful novel that explores how freedom and family are truly defined”—Marie Benedict, New York Times bestselling coauthor of The Personal Librarian
Her search begins with an ending.…
The master of the Providence plantation in Barbados gathers his slaves and announces the king has decreed an end to slavery. As of the following day, the Emancipation Act of 1834 will come into effect. The cries of joy fall silent when he announces that they are no longer his slaves; they are now his apprentices. No one can leave. They must work for him for another six years. Freedom is just another name for the life they have always lived. So Rachel runs.
Away from Providence, she begins a desperate search to find her children—the five who survived birth and were sold. Are any of them still alive? Rachel has to know. The grueling, dangerous journey takes her from Barbados then, by river, deep into the forest of British Guiana and finally across the sea to Trinidad. She is driven on by the certainty that a mother cannot be truly free without knowing what has become of her children, even if the answer is more than she can bear. These are the stories of Mary Grace, Micah, Thomas Augustus, Cherry Jane and Mercy. But above all this is the story of Rachel and the extraordinary lengths to which a mother will go to find her children...and her freedom.
- Print length336 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherBerkley
- Publication dateJanuary 31, 2023
- Dimensions6.34 x 1.13 x 9.3 inches
- ISBN-100593548043
- ISBN-13978-0593548042
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—Time
"[A] gripping novel about the resilience of a mother’s love.”
—People
“A powerful novel that explores how freedom and family are truly defined.”
—Marie Benedict, New York Times bestselling coauthor of The Personal Librarian
"An extraordinary odyssey of pain, love, and homecoming as Rachel searches not only for her children but for her own past, her own independence, and her own soul. A haunting and powerful debut.”
—Kate Quinn, New York Times bestselling author of The Diamond Eye
"A stunning debut with poetic language and real characters that lock themselves in your heart. Full of emotion and sheer determination, River Sing Me Home is a fine example of the will and strength of the Black women who fought and clawed themselves and their loved one from the evil clutches of slavery. We stand on their shoulders and this book honors them all."
—Sadeqa Johnson, New York Times bestselling author of The House of Eve
"[A] testament to how hard a mother will fight for her kids."
—Real Simple
"A strong and beautiful novel that stares into the face of brutality and the heart of love."
—Jeanette Winterson,New York Times bestselling author of 12 Bytes and Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
“A moving and dynamic novel…. Shearer treats such a difficult and underexamined part of history deftly and honourably. She sieves through it to give us what all good novelists do; the essential without sacrificing the specific and the historical.”
—The Guardian (UK)
“An incredible debut novel about the power of a mother’s love – highly recommended.”
—Good Housekeeping (UK)
“Hugely profound, hopeful and emotive this is written in lyrical prose that demonstrates Shearer’s mastery of language... A book you will not forget for a long time.”
—Glamour (UK)
"[T]he heart of the novel lies in its celebration of motherhood and female resilience. This is a tender exploration of one woman’s courage in the face of unbelievable cruelty."
—The Observer
“An extraordinary and gripping debut. Rachel’s love for her children resonates through each page as she fights for her freedom and theirs. A must-read!"
—Chanel Cleeton, New York Times bestselling author of Our Last Days in Barcelona
“I followed Rachel’s journey with my heart in my mouth. Eleanor Shearer brings this story of a mother’s courage to the page with compassion, tenderness and pitch-perfect prose. A powerful debut novel from a remarkable writer.”
—Natasha Lester, New York Times bestselling author of The Paris Seamstress
"An intense, absorbing debut, concerned with the power and persistence of maternal love."
—The Sunday Times
"Action-packed, the novel paints an extraordinary portrait of motherly love and hope."
—Daily Mail
"[T]ransportive storytelling and achingly stirring and evocative prose.... An excellent choice for fans of Yaa Gyasi, Brit Bennett, and those already planning their Black History Month reading list.”
—Apartment Therapy
"[A] powerful debut novel... This fast paced, emotional saga transports readers throughout the Caribbean."
—Sisters From AARP
“Shearer... has penned a truly memorable novel about family, love and healing. And while the horrors of slavery are quite apparent, those in need of a little hope would do well to pick up this début.”
—The Free Lance-Star
"A searing debut full of love, loss, and the shadows of the past, River Sing Me Home is rich, lyrical, and full of heart. The talented Eleanor Shearer's research skills are matched by the depth of emotion with which she writes, and the result is heartbreaking, hopeful, and unforgettable. Both a powerful ode to the endless depths of a mother's love and an important meditation on what freedom really means, this is the kind of book that will stay with readers for years to come."
—Kristin Harmel, New York Times bestselling author of The Forest of Vanishing Stars
"River Sing Me Home is the engrossing tale of an enslaved woman in 1834 whose haunted soul leads her to seek the children taken from her. A mesmerizing page-turner."
—Denny S. Bryce, bestselling author of Wild Women and the Blues
“A Psalm for the soul--a mother's untold journey for the missing pieces of her heart. A stellar debut that brings the beauty and resilience of the 1830s Caribbean to the forefront in a lyrical narrative that will endear and entrance readers.”
—Vanessa Riley, Critically Acclaimed author of Island Queen and Queen of Exiles
"A powerful story about the depths of a mother’s love … one you won’t be able to put down.”
—the Skimm
"In scenes of vivid horror, stirring resilience, and moving reconciliation, Shearer shows the cruel effects of slavery and its aftermath. The beautifully written depiction of a mother longing for her children makes this transcendent."
—Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“An amazing debut novel that masterfully explores one enslaved woman’s heartbreak with love and care. It uplifts and empowers without shying away from the horrors of slavery. I can see myself reading this book again and again.”
—Kaia Alderson, author of Sisters in Arms
“An immersive and spellbinding debut novel reminding us that the human spirit will always reach for freedom.”
—Cheryl A. Head, author of Time’s Undoing
“This novel explored, with courage and capability, the illusory nature of ‘freedom’ at a critical point in West Indian history. In so many ways, like the river in its title, this novel sings… A meaningful and important addition to my bookshelf.”
—Cherie Jones, author of How the One-Armed Sister Sweeps Her House
“[A] moving testament to a mother’s love.”
—Booklist
“The novel is in many ways an adventure story, but Shearer capably shifts the narrative from action to introspection, illuminating the inner life of this powerful matriarch… Recommended, especially for readers of historical fiction and Caribbean/postcolonial history in particular, with a remarkable female character at its core.”
—Library Journal
"This beautiful novel is a masterclass in how to speak of unspeakable things. With great strength and great compassion, Eleanor Shearer tells us the story of one woman’s determination to find the children slavery stole from her. That journey is harrowing at times – I had a few quiet weeps – but I finished River Sing Me Home buoyed by the powerful tale of a mother’s quiet courage"
—Meg Clothier, author of The Book of Eve
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Many of us had already lost one home. A home of deep roots and of ancestors delved down into history. Those roots did not save us. Those roots rotted in the hulls of the slave ships, in darkness and filth. We had little left to plant in the new world, and whatever we had was the white men's for the taking. So we tried to live only on the island's surface. We planted cane, but nothing of our own. Mothers turned their heads when a baby was born, refusing to meet its eyes.
We tried to glide through this half-life, this life without history or future, but our endless present had ways of stretching itself out, lying across time, until our lives had movement and color again. At night, we whispered stories to the children of old gods in our homelands, in a tongue the white men couldn't understand.
Still the hurricanes came. Still the children were taken away and sold across the sea. But they were sold with a little seed inside them that sang to them of another life.
Everything laid down shallow roots. But what couldn't go deep went wide, tapping the oceans, tunneling to the islands nearby, where others were also trying and failing to live without memory of yesterday or thought of tomorrow.
Without roots, things die. Many of us did die, at the hands of the white men or in the heat of the midday sun. The soil ran rich with our blood, and the roots fed on our bodies. It made the roots strong. Shallow, but strong.
There was hope for this new world, after all.
Barbados
August
1834
1
It was the blackest part of the night and Rachel was running. Branches tore at her skin. Birds, screeching, took flight at the pounding of her strides. The ground was muddy and uneven, slick with the residue of recent rains, and she slipped, falling hard against the rough bark of a palm tree. She slid down to the soil, to where ants marched and beetles scurried and unseen worms burrowed through the earth. With ragged breaths she gulped the heavy, humid air into her lungs. She could taste its dampness on her tongue, tinged with the acidic bite of her own fear.
What had she done?
She looked behind her. Looming in the darkness was the outline of the mill on Providence plantation, its arms splayed out like four sharp-edged daggers marking an angry cross into the sky. Terror clawed at her throat, as if the mill itself had eyes and could whisper to the overseer what it had seen.
It was not too late. She could still climb back over the wall and creep through the fields of half-planted cane, where gaping holes awaited young green stalks. She could return to her hut, one wooden square among many, and lie back on the sleeping mat that was worn thin from forty years of use. She could wait for dawn and another day of labor . . .
Scrambling to her feet, she kept running. Her legs plunged her deeper into the half-formed shadows of the forest.
Her chest ached. She wanted to collapse but could not; her body, unbidden, carried her farther and farther away from Providence. Every snap of a twig sounded like a gunshot; the murmuring of cane toads became the distant cries of searching men. She must keep running.
Alone, mud-streaked, with weariness sinking into her very bones, a question haunted her-
Was this freedom?
The empty forest. Her fleeing, sick with dread. Was this what they had hoped for, all along?
The day before, all the slaves of Providence had gathered outside the great house. A stone-faced set of white people waited for them-the master, on horseback, flanked by the overseer, with the master’s wife and three children standing on the steps of the house. The white people stared at the slaves. The slaves stared back.
They all knew what was coming. Some of the slaves even smiled. Rachel was among those who didn't. She was old enough to remember other times when there were whispers about the end of slavery. She would not believe it until she heard it for herself from the master's own mouth.
The master's balding forehead glistened with sweat in the heat. As he brought his horse forward, Rachel caught a glimpse of his wife's face, her lips pressed into a line of seething contempt. It was this sight, more than anything, that weakened Rachel's resolve. She dared to hope.
The master kept his remarks short. He told them that the king had decreed an end to slavery. As of the following day, the new Emancipation Act would come into effect.
They were free.
Some people cried. Others yelled and danced in delight. They were a mass of shouting, sweating bodies, a river bursting its banks. The master and the overseer barked useless orders, unable to be heard over the noise. Eventually, the master rode his horse through the crowd at a gallop, just to get them quiet again. Its hooves kicked one woman's head in, and she died instantly. But she died free.
There was more, the master said. They were no longer slaves, but they were instead his apprentices. By law, they would work for him for six years. They could not leave. When the sun rose, Rachel and all the rest would be going back out to finish the planting. They would tend to the cane until the next harvest, and the harvest after. Six years of cutting and planting and cutting again.
Freedom was just another name for the life they had always lived.
An ugly hiss went through the crowd. The overseer, gun slung over his shoulder, reached to bring it down. A hundred pairs of eyes watched the arc of his hand. The master's horse blew air through its nostrils, its reins pulled taut.
The hiss died, and the crowd was still.
Rachel heard the news of hollow freedom in silence. For years, she had lived in perpetual twilight. Those she loved were long gone. Her life had shrunk to the size of the plantation, the routine of endless toil and the long shadows of what had once been. So, there was sense to it. Freedom was an emptiness that could only be filled with sugarcane.
That night, everything was the same. The press of the ground on her back. The shape of her limbs, thin and knotted with sinew. The musty smell of her hut. Days of labor lay ahead, her life as neatly plowed as the furrows in the field.
In sleep, she dreamed of her mother. Or maybe it was the idea of a mother, an outline of warmth and kindness. She couldn't remember her own mother.
The mother was there in front of her, but somehow Rachel knew that she was also not there. She was somewhere far across the sea. She was fragile, a wisp of smoke. She could not stay long.
The mother spoke a name, and Rachel knew that it was her name-the name she was meant to have before some white man called her Rachel. What the white man gave, he could always take away. But this other name-this was hers. Rachel repeated it. The syllables felt strange in her mouth, but as the thrum of speech vibrated through her, they gave her strength. She was able to stand without stooping. She could feel the pleasant weight of her body, solid and powerful.
The mother stepped back and began to dissolve, one drop at a time, soaking the earth underneath her. When she was gone, the soil glistened a deep, rich red.
Rachel had awoken in pitch darkness-wild, trembling and glistening with sweat-and her body could not be stilled. It moved without her asking it to; it moved on animal instinct alone, crawling out of the hut, unfurling and flinging itself out of Providence and into the night.
In the forest, Rachel asked herself again: Was this freedom? A violent rupture, a body driven to flight, a mind paralyzed with horror as it watched things unfold beyond its control?
The trees had no answer. Their leaves whispered in the wind, and Rachel imagined them taunting her-
What now?
Her body moved beyond the range of thought, with a desperate will of its own.
She kept running.
She had no way to mark the passing of time on that moonless night, but by the burning in her legs Rachel knew she had traveled an hour or more when she heard it. So faint she thought she was imagining it at first. Singing.
She saw a speck of light, flickering between the tree trunks. She advanced slowly, her mind filled with thoughts of ghosts and nighttime spirits. But as the singing swelled, accompanied by drumming, filling the forest with sound, her fears receded. The noises were joyful and human and drew her in.
A clearing. A tight circle of bare earth in between the trees. At its center, dozens of people were dancing round a crackling fire, with still more lingering at the edge. As the dancers spun past, Rachel heard snatches of different words and melodies all blending into one. She heard some English, but also other languages, older languages that spoke not to her ears but to her bones.
Rachel stood in shadow, watching. She had been to dances before, as a younger woman, but not like this. Those dances had always been folded into plantation life. They took place in the slave quarters, or in the market square of a nearby town. At any time, a white passerby could appear, or the face of the master in a window of the great house, reminding all present that their joy was not boundless; it could not overflow the confines of slavery. The clearing sparkled with a different kind of magic. With no prying eyes to break the spell, the dancers moved with an unencumbered grace.
The insistent pull of the drums drew Rachel closer, closer, into the light. She found herself one body among many, swaying in time to the beat. She began to tap her foot and hum a song of her own.
A woman threw out her arm, her eyes wide and white, with glittering circles of firelight at the center. She seized Rachel by the wrist.
She sang the command, her voice low and sweet. "Dance!"
Rachel was swept into the throng. In an instant, she lost all sense of herself. She had no end and no beginning, no edges or limits at all. Her whole body dissolved into the rhythm. The dance rippled through the crowd as if through water, and Rachel gave herself up to the music.
Every ache in her body eased. She emptied her lungs of a song she had not even known was inside her. Someone was holding Rachel's hand; she reached out and grabbed another's hand, who grabbed another's hand. As the flames leaped into the sky, Rachel thought she could see the chain of hands climbing to the heavens, a line of people through time and space, united by a single drumbeat.
As the last embers of the fire died, everyone stopped dancing. The dawn was beginning to break, gray light leaking through the trees, and the rising sun brought an end to whatever magic had bound them together. People began to leave, most of them tacking west, the sun on their backs, returning to their plantations. Hovering at the edge of the clearing, standing between two broad oaks, Rachel wondered momentarily if she should follow them. Her absence on Providence might not yet have been noticed. But she hesitated too long. Soon, everyone was gone and she was alone. She slipped eastward, back into the forest.
All of the running and the dancing weighed her down. She ached everywhere. It forced a slow pace. The terror of the first flight had faded to a kind of daze, and she stared up through the canopy at the sky. Somehow, the darkness had been easier-it had a kernel of mystery to it, a sense that the night held many possible worlds, their boundaries worn thin, so that anyone may pass between them. Sunlight was a reminder of the endless march of one day into the next, the unstoppable passage of time to which Rachel had been enslaved all her life.
Still the question plagued her-
What now?
It had a weary edge, a hopelessness. Her run from Providence had been pure survival. Now, she wandered aimlessly through the undergrowth; there was no path, and she stumbled over exposed roots. Her head throbbed with thirst and her limbs were heavy, but her body kept carrying her forward, away from Providence. Apart from the soft thud of her feet on the bare earth, the only sounds were the chattering grackles that flitted overhead.
She climbed the gentle slope of a hill. When she reached the top, suddenly there was the sea. The sight of it spread out below stopped Rachel in her tracks. She had reached the limits of the island.
The rising sun dipped its lower rays into the water on the horizon. Against the gray sky, the sea was a shocking shade of blue, dappled with white-gold sunlight. Its burst of color cut loose the fear that had wrapped itself around Rachel's throat the night before. As if she had plunged into the gently rolling waves, she felt at peace.
All her life, nothing had belonged to her, not even the children pushed out of her own body. With her world boxed in by Providence's walls, and its perimeter patrolled by the overseer's whip, it had seemed as if there was nothing the white men did not own. But now, here was the sea. Vast, defiant and unowned, for who, even white men, could claim it? However much they grasped at it, its waters would run through their fingers and plunge back into the depths.
At the plantation, Rachel had always been made to feel small. With the sea spread out in front of her, she felt small in a different way-not small in herself but a small part of everything that surrounded her. Immersed in the infinite sea. There was freedom in this new kind of smallness, an exhilarating sense that she was in the world, and not just passing through it at a white man's pace.
The question came to mind once again-
What now?
This time it had a new quality-it looked forward, outward, across the water. Not back over her shoulder to anyone who might be pursuing her.
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- Publisher : Berkley (January 31, 2023)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 336 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0593548043
- ISBN-13 : 978-0593548042
- Item Weight : 1 pounds
- Dimensions : 6.34 x 1.13 x 9.3 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #270,871 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #2,145 in Mothers & Children Fiction
- #5,552 in Women's Domestic Life Fiction
- #16,365 in Literary Fiction (Books)
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About the author
Eleanor Shearer is a mixed race writer from the UK. She splits her time between London and Ramsgate on the coast of Kent, so that she never has to go too long without seeing the sea.
As the granddaughter of Caribbean immigrants who came to the UK as part of the Windrush Generation, Eleanor has always been drawn to Caribbean history. Her first novel, RIVER SING ME HOME (Headline, UK & Berkley, USA) is inspired by the true stories of the brave woman who went looking for their stolen children after the abolition of slavery in 1834.
The novel draws on her time spent in the Caribbean, visiting family in St Lucia and Barbados. It was also informed by her Master's degree in Politics, where she focused on how slavery is remembered on the islands today. She travelled to the Caribbean and interviewed activists, historians and family members, and their reflections on what it really means to be free made her more determined than ever to bring the hidden stories of slavery to light.
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Customers find the story moving and emotional, with a rollercoaster of emotions. They describe the book as an enthralling, touching historical fiction that shares important history and culture. Readers appreciate the thought-provoking insights and expand their horizons. The characters are easy to imagine and empathize with, showing great courage and determination. The strong family bond is also mentioned. However, opinions differ on the writing style - some find it well-written and beautiful, while others feel there is too much introspection and lack of detail at times.
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- Reviewed in the United States on February 15, 2023River Sing Me Home is a powerful story of the strength and perseverance of a mother's search for her five children, all of whom had been taken from her during her time as a slave on a sugar cane plantation in Barbados. We follow the protagonist (Rachel) across land and sea, through forests and up rivers as she searches, and finds, one child after the other. Now grown, each child has come to their own way of life, always with a driving force of surviving as a slave (or former slave) on a Caribbean island in the days and months after emancipation has been declared. What Rachel finds is not always what she expects or hopes, and she is called upon to accept each child's reality, painful as some may be.
Along her way Rachel meets characters that are of great help to her, from the emancipated dressmaker in Barbados, to a nomadic former slave who gives up his life on the sea to join Rachel and one of her first found children.
The end of the book is a hopeful one, yet the powerful message of the book is universal. A mother's love fuels self-sacrifice. That same love allows us to accept—often painfully—the individual journeys and associated outcome of our children's lives. And human resilience is required to accept that the freedom we imagine is very often not the freedom that actually awaits.
If you're looking for shocking twists and turns this book is not for you. In reading the book, I felt that I was on a linear journey right along side this courageous mother and her companions, traveling across seas, over land and upriver. Especially resonant for those readers who relate to the pain of losing children and the strength of the never dimming love for those children that fuel courage and sacrifice.
- Reviewed in the United States on August 19, 2024This story is so well told, woven together with sacrifice and hope. And strong family connection, even when separated by cruelness and disdain. Amazing book.
- Reviewed in the United States on July 5, 2023Narrative style is really important to me when I read books. It plays a key role in actually transporting the reader into the world created by the author. I found myself completely immersed within just the first few pages. I felt the hope, resilience, trepidation, fear, and gratitude right along with the main character, Rachel. The author did a extraordinary job describing just enough to inspire empathy in the readers without capitalizing on sensationalizing the horrors of slavery through shock and awe. Although resolution of some events in the story seemed fortuitously coincidental, I disagree that it took away from the story. I felt that it enriched the story. There are plenty of horrendous events that slaves have had to endure in order to survive that were acknowledged in the book. But the overall theme of this story is not about the horrors of life and the worst possible scenarios that every event can play out. This book is about the courage of a mother through her love for her children. It's about the resilience of people who continue to find hope in hopeless situations. It's about the kindness of people who continue to give when they do not even have enough for themselves. It's about highlighting humanity against the face of greed and cruelty.
- Reviewed in the United States on September 17, 2023This is a good historical fiction focused on the Caribbean and how slavery impacted the islands. That being said, it mostly focused on Rachel’s story/narrative, so you really didn’t learn that much of the nuances as I probably would have liked, although it still told the important story of a mother searching for her children that were cruelly torn from her.
I liked that all of Rachel’s children had different stories…not everything was a happy reunion, or a painful meeting - but everything was so incredibly nuanced and I think Shearer did a solid job of landing that there are different types of freedom for the characters involved.
I enjoyed this novel and it went by pretty quickly for me as I was fairy invested. That being said, it was obviously a debut novel. Some things were repetitive, the author, although she had a way with words that were quite beautiful at times, still erred no the side of telling more than showing. And she also left a lot of things up to the “vibe”. Ie, when Rachel and the others met with Nuno’s people, how much Rachel “understood.”? That was really confusing to me how she could infer meaning from languages she couldn’t speak.
All in all I’ll give this a solid 3.5 stars.
- Reviewed in the United States on December 1, 2023The book River Sing Me Home by Elenor Shearer is a story of a complex journey. It is a novel that captures the possibility of what memory can have. What opportunities for someone have to go back into one's history to find their family? It shares the story of motherhood and external and internal journeys. In a river town, Shearer skillfully immerses readers in their journeys.
Shearer's vivid descriptions bring the setting to life. River Sing Me Home is a thought-provoking read that is highly recommended for those seeking a profound exploration of the impact of familial bonds. I would rate it a ⅘ for its way of telling stories impacted by erasure through such vivid explanations.
- Reviewed in the United States on November 18, 2024I read the back of this book while waiting in line at the library to vote. Bought it on KU before I even left. It’s such a moving, poignant book. Highly recommend.
Top reviews from other countries
- Amazon CustomerReviewed in Canada on October 29, 2024
5.0 out of 5 stars Conditions
Was in like new condition
- angel4Reviewed in the United Kingdom on December 13, 2024
5.0 out of 5 stars Gives insight into a time in history
This makes a fascinating read. I bought the book after reading a review in the WI magazine. I do recommend it to aid understanding of a period in history… this is fiction but it is written from researching stories from the past
- Bukola AkinyemiReviewed in the United Kingdom on March 15, 2023
4.0 out of 5 stars Caribbean. Slave abolition. A mother’s search
Historical fiction about slavery set in 1830s Barbados.
When England declared the abolition of slavery, the white plantation
owners in Barbados had other ideas.
They told the slaves that they were now apprentices that had to work for them for another six years. It was freedom in name only. They could not leave.
This is a story of a mother’s undying love and bravery.
After living through 40 years of slavery, Rachel had birthed and lost six children. Micah, Mary Grace, Thomas Augustus, Cherry
Jane and Mercy. She would recite their names daily, she refused to forget them, she would find each one.
Rachel takes us through the Caribbean islands from Barbados to British Guiana to Trinidad.
Beautiful inside and out, Eleanor Shearer tells a traumatic story with endearing descriptions. A mother’s love runs through like a golden thread, its full of hope and love, two things that rise above the trauma of slavery and being on the run.
Bukola Akinyemi
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on March 15, 2023
When England declared the abolition of slavery, the white plantation
owners in Barbados had other ideas.
They told the slaves that they were now apprentices that had to work for them for another six years. It was freedom in name only. They could not leave.
This is a story of a mother’s undying love and bravery.
After living through 40 years of slavery, Rachel had birthed and lost six children. Micah, Mary Grace, Thomas Augustus, Cherry
Jane and Mercy. She would recite their names daily, she refused to forget them, she would find each one.
Rachel takes us through the Caribbean islands from Barbados to British Guiana to Trinidad.
Beautiful inside and out, Eleanor Shearer tells a traumatic story with endearing descriptions. A mother’s love runs through like a golden thread, its full of hope and love, two things that rise above the trauma of slavery and being on the run.
Images in this review - Samuel BarberReviewed in the United Kingdom on August 25, 2024
5.0 out of 5 stars Great Character Development
I didn't think I would like this book but it was better than I expected. It's not the quest so much that's interesting (although set in 1834 after the abolition of slavery in the Caribbean held an interest), but the characters that Rachel meets along the way and her observations of them. For a debut novelist this is good. I am almost couldn't put the novel down because it just got better and better.
Mercy is probably the least interesting of her daughters and closer to Mary Prince in terms of being whipped whilst pregnant. Actually, Cherry-Jane is the most interesting daughter out of the lot. She changes from her middle-class facade to an empathetic woman who can feel for others.
- chiddlersReviewed in the United Kingdom on March 23, 2023
3.0 out of 5 stars Lacklustre
Sorry to say but this was disappointing. Very little accurate historical research and had a lightweight, predictable, plot. Gave up two thirds of way through and jumped to end. An underwhelming read