The Nature of My Inheritance by Bradford Morrow
I finally finished something! Sure it’s only 88 pages, but a book is a book. This story is about Liam Everett, a preacher’s son, who finds out that his father was into some rather nefarious bookish dealings. It’s a pretty entertaining little read, but you never find the point of the underhandedness. I mean what’s the point of being bad if you don’t benefit from it? It didn’t really bother me at the time, but the more I think about it, the more I find it frustrating. But this makes me wonder; there are many stories out there where the ending is left up to the imagination. Is that infuriating? Freeing? A bit of both? I suppose that does leave readers a lot to discuss, as long as more than one person actually reads the book. And even if this was part of the book of the month read, there just isn’t much to discuss. However, the mission of this story has been fulfilled. I think I may check out some other novels by Bradford Morrow and see if they have the same ambiguity to them, but