The Kitchen House, by Kathleen Grissom, is a book of tragedy. It is a fiction piece, that could easily be reality in the given era. It tells of slavery of many kinds. Though it is so sad, and most of the time hope does not prevail, you see hope in the little things. You believe in the friendships and family, the looking out for one another and obedience. I suppose it ends on a good note, but so much bad happened to every character, it is not an easy statement to make. However, those left at the end were survivors, were free and had the knowledge of unconditional love from their fellow survivors. That is no small thing in which to hope.
I flew through this book and was quite impressed with it. So much was left unfinished at the end, I wonder…will there be a sequel?