The Color of Water

Maybe I missed something but the strongest parts of this memoir were of McBride's mother's reflections and stories and I found myself wanting to get back to her sections and feeling sort of... just listless at his sections. So interesting that there's so much meditation on McBride's mother's fear of honesty and emotional history when, by the end, it feels McBride is also running away from confronting what/how he feels in a way that makes clear this is a memoir about his mother and his parts are only context to hers, not his reflections. I closed it and thought, wow, can't wait for McBride to get to his mom's age and feel comfortable revisiting this but for real, this time.