Reading. Writing. Simply being.
Told from a 3rd person omniscient narrator, Annabel is about a hermaphrodite raised as a boy, only to later feel more feminine and thus confused. I appreciated that Winter told this story from the point of view of everyone involved: the mother, the father, the friend, the hermaphrodite. I wanted to read this book because hermaphroditism (-ism seems just wrong to use, but for the sake of medical terminology let’s stick with it) is something with which I am only acquainted. And, while I am still no expert, I have learned. The book stays up to speed with adequate rises and falls in plot. My only complaint is the last line (which I will leave out because I don’t want to spoil anything) but, let’s just say it was forced and I simply could have done without it.