3.5 stars to be exact. I could tell where she tried to go. Close but no cigar. In its brevity, a whole lot happens, but very little is fleshed out. Instead of allowing the story to develop, Morrison just flat out tells you what's wrong. It was almost like reading a news article about someone's life. But I get and understand the themes, the symbolism, but lathe book as a whole felt incomplete. And can someone tell me the purpose of Brooklyn?