I found this jewel at the Gettysburg gift shop. I'd never heard of it. But it's the nature of the beast, I'm drawn to tragedy. The amazing part is that she admits to keeping some of the most heinous abuses towards her out. I can't even imagine.

We as humans really are a disappointing species. How sick was Ms Bellmont? How could she reason with any of her treatments of Harriet? And those Bellmont men, to allow such to happen in their home. They really are just as guilty. It is sickening.

Nothing I've read so far beats Fredrick Douglass' slave narrative. But I'm still so grateful books like this are republished after years of being lost.