I was enjoying Righteous well enough for the first half of the book, though I did recognize that I might be burning out on Christian culture. I feel I am ready to move on and tackle some of the zillions of recommendations y’all gave me for fantasy books (y’all rock, by the way, thanks for those). And then, oh dear, then I got to the chapter about black churches, and it ruined the rest of the book for me. The chapter is hella condescending and stereotype-y: But these days, it’s not pimps but preachers who slip into custom-made three-piece suits…
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