"Membah dis, nobody loves a black girl. Not even himself. Now get up an' guh yuh get yuh pay"
Where was the sun??
I've never read a book from start to finish that had me fuming since the year began.
What I appreciate about was how authentic the story truly is, tourism in the Caribbean, the entire background, the patwa (a significant aspect I love whenever I read Caribbean books), and the themes of homophobia, colorism, prostitution, tourism business, exploitation, corruption.
The cycle of bad choices in an attempt to call it sacrifices for the ones you care about and want the best of exhausted me. To the extent, some of these choices were detrimental to the emotional and mental well-being of the ones being used for it. (Delores can go to hell). And the final events of it still have a bitter taste in my mouth. It was a case of I'll do anything and use anyone to stay afloat, no matter who they are
None of the relationships made sense to me (Thandi and Charles, Verdene and Margot). I try to understand that Verdene and Margot as lonely women who needed some sort of comfort from each other that they could get.
I struggled to finish it.