One of those books which you know is Very Significant, but that which you wouldn’t read for any other reason. The dialect (emancipated slaves in Florida at the turn of the century) is hard to read, and the story moves slowly.
It gets a little more compelling toward the end, when there’s a crisis plot point and you can see some definition of the plot line, but it’s a struggle otherwise.
I’m glad I read it, because I realize it’s a culturally significant work. But I won’t classify it as enjoyable.
Zora Neale Hurston