Author: Jacqueline Woodson
Year Published: 2016
Genre: YA fiction
Pages: 170
Rating: 4.5 out of 5
Location (my 2016 Google Reading map): USA (NY)
FTC Disclosure: I received a copy of this book for review
Summary (from the back of the book): Running into a long-ago friend sets memory from the 1970s in motion for August, transporting her to a time an da place where friendship was everything--until is wasn't anymore. For August and her girls, sharing confidences as they ambled through neighborhood streets, Brooklyn was a place where they believed that they were beautiful, talented, brilliant--a part of a future that belonged to them.
But beneath the hopeful veneer, there was another Brooklyn, a dangerous place where grown men reached for innocent girls in dark hallways, where ghosts haunted the night, where mothers disappeared. A world where madness was just a sunset away and fathers found hope in religion.
FTC Disclosure: I received a copy of this book for review
But beneath the hopeful veneer, there was another Brooklyn, a dangerous place where grown men reached for innocent girls in dark hallways, where ghosts haunted the night, where mothers disappeared. A world where madness was just a sunset away and fathers found hope in religion.
Goodreads:
August is only ten when she moves to Brooklyn from Tennesee with her father and brother and her story is told in bits and pieces (memories) as she grows up, waits for her mother to join them, finds friends, discovers the pains and anguish of 1970s Brooklyn, and glides into adulthood and a world beyond Brooklyn.
In some ways, August's story is everyone's story. She watches the world from afar, hoping to be let in and when she is, her friendships are everything. Until they aren't. There are issues children don't understand, there is music and dancing that fills her heart, and there is confusion and denial that eventually has to come to a head.
As I read this book in one sitting, I was transported to my own childhood, hanging out with friends, figuring out how to navigate junior high, high school and leaving home. I am lucky enough to still be friends with those people with whom I grew up.
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