Sweetness wants to love her child, Bride, but she struggles to love her as a mother should. Bride, now glamorous, grown up, ebony-black and panther-like, wants to love her man, Booker, but she finds herself betrayed by a moment in her past, a moment borne of a desperate burn for the love of her mother.
Booker cannot fathom Bride´s depths, with his own love-torn past bending him out of shape. Can they find a way through the damage wrought on their blameless childhood souls, to light and happiness, free from pain?

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" You should always wear white, Bride. Because of what it does to your licorice skin, he said. And black is the new black. Know what I mean? Wait. You´re more Hershey´s syrup than licorice. Makes people think of whipped cream and chocolate soufflé every time they see you."

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"Unimpressed by the lecture, he let his thoughts slide toward the man lying exposed near the playground. Bald. Normal-looking. Probably an otherwise nice man - they always were. The "nicest man in the world", the neighbors always said. "He wouldn´t hurt a fly." Did it mean he was too tender to take the life of a disease-carrying insect but could happily ax the life of a child?"

Jag hade lite svårt att få grepp om den här romanen. Tror jag läste halva boken innan jag riktigt förstod vem som var vem och varför hen gjorde som hen gjorde...
Slutet gav många svar, men antingen var jag ovanligt trög eller så var den lite knepig att ta till sig, därav det låga betyget.
Jag har läst många böcker av Morrison, den första , -Sula, läste jag redan 1982 och den fick inte så högt betyg, men de följande jag läste,- Jazz -Kärlek, och speciellt --Hem, tyckte jag mycket om.