

Why would anyone willingly participate? What are the logistics? But this book isn't really about that. What drew me to this book initially is that it says it's about polygamy, and I'm always fascinated by that. The relationships in here are complex and fraught with peril, and each person is doing the best they can given the circumstances, but it often isn't enough. There is so much said and unsaid, so many emotions on the surface, but also underneath. I found myself immersed in it, unable to turn away. The writing in here is beautiful: evocative, nuanced, and weighty. When their paths finally intersect, it leads to the unraveling of their father's carefully crafted families. They grow up in seemingly similar circumstances, but their father's disparate treatment of them results in different lives for the two of them. In Silver Sparrow, we follow two sisters with different mothers who share the same father. The six of us were hog-tied, fastened in place by different knots." James, the bigamist his daughters, Dana and Chaurisse his wives Gwendolyn and Laverne his enigmatic best friend, "Uncle" Raleigh - all caught in a web of lies that must, at some point, unravel. having a shared father gave us something in common that looped around our ankles and pulled tight around our wrists. Each girl tells her own story, but at the same time, their worlds inevitably overlap and collide. She is able to convey so much by the voices she creates for two girls with a common father - given any sentence in the book, the reader will immediately know which girl is speaking, with no exaggerated accents or jarring class-related characteristics.

I have admired Tayari Jones' writing since her first novel Leaving Atlanta: A Novel, and in my opinion, her writing has only improved over time.

It's the kind of book that makes you want to discuss it with others right away. I had not intended to read this book so quickly or to stay up until 3 AM reading it, but I was so caught up in this beautifully written, touching story that I couldn't stop.
