Review: Blythewood

Blythewood by Carol Goodman

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When you walk towards Agnes Scott College off the main drag of Decatur, there’s some graffiti on the sidewalk—it points to Agnes, declaring it “Agnes Scott Convent.” Sometimes, when walking back to school, I would misread it as “Agnes Scott Coven.” Either way, the sentiment was really the same. Women living together, learning strange new things, and, horror of horrors, getting along? (If I had a dime for every time someone asked me how I could possibly manage going to an “all-girls school”…) There clearly must be something supernatural at work to explain that!

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