Generations of deadbeats, derelicts, and druggies. As best I
can tell that sums up Sara Taylor's The Shore. Of
course, I only made it two-thirds of the way through before deciding I could
not devote any more of my life to this book. I picked it up because of its
setting on the outer islands of Virginia.
Several years ago, I spent a glorious week in Chincoteague watching
the dolphins and wild ponies, and indulging in some of the best fried chicken
and biscuits I’ve ever tasted. I hoped The
Shore would capture some of Chincoteague’s beauty, and its charm. It didn’t; more’s the shame.
I couldn't even finish it, let allow give it any stars.
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