Oh wow, I have a new favourite Dusk Peterson story. The main characters are awesome - there is so much to learn about them that I feel like going out and founding a book club to discuss them. Also, I was enjoying their, er, separate but adjoining rooms so much that I was completely ambushed by the toe-tingling wonderfulness when the unresolved sexual tension [cough] finally resolves itself.
But there's so much more. The hero's parents are hilariously daffy and heartbreakingly heroic and heartbreakingly wrong - just like parents always are, only larger than life and twice as true. And [cough] the father's kinda hot. Plus the story absolutely nails all kinds of abolition-related power dynamics which almost never get into slave fiction because they're so subtle and awkward - and here they're not just acknowledged, they're hot.
So, in summary, the emotions and ethics and world-building are rich, deeply satisfying and sexy. Pretty much a Dusk Peterson trademark, but this is my new favourite. It's also the best abolitionist slave fiction I've ever read, which is saying something because Ursula Le Guin wrote on this theme too - Four Ways to Forgiveness: Stories.