Book Review: Kitchen House

The title of this book appealed to me–because I like to eat.  And once I read the opening paragraph, I was hooked and inhaled the rest of the story.  I love when a book kidnaps me and holds me hostage until the end.  This book bound and tortured me with a myriad of emotions that threatened to destroy me (okay, that’s a little melodramatic, but it was very intense).

The story is set in slave times in America.   The kitchen house was where the more ‘elite’ slaves served–the ones that maybe looked a little better and were ‘fit’ to serve the white Master and his family.  The kitchen help didn’t have to toil in the plantation fields, but their lives still weren’t easy, as this book depicts. Continue reading