The last runaway -a review

The last runaway - Tracy chevalier
The book is set In Ohio in 1805, Honor bright has travelled there from England With her sister who had plans to
Marry a man from back home
Who had recently emigrated. Tragically her sister died before they arrived leaving
Honor stranded in a strange community that she has difficulty making her home.
It is a time before slavery was abolished although many break free and with the help of some in the community they make their way towards Canada and freedom.

Here is where Honor finds herself torn. She is part of the Quaker community who
In theory oppose slavery but in practice
Are reluctant to break the law and incur the wrath of the local slave catcher.
Honor must discover if she has the courage to follow her convictions and break the law in order to do what is right.

Tracy chevalier has a wonderful
Way with words. There is a flow to her writing that makes her books so easy to
Delve Into. I will admit I held off reading this book because I thought 1800's America and slavery as topics would make for a heavy read but it surprised me.
I found I wasn't Able to put the book down once I started as she weaves her stories in such a way it wasn't long Before I found myself fully immersed in a Quaker community.

It was one of those books where you
Lose yourself in to the extent that you don't feel time passing and she is fast
Becoming one of my favourite writers



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