June Rae Wood

This was my 'little bit at a time' book during a move.?� So I'm having trouble figuring out just how much I enjoyed it.?á I was always eager to pick it up whenever I needed to catch my breath between tasks, and I always felt immediately engaged back into the story.?á So that's good.?á And I loved how these two girls seemed like real people to me, even though they were drawn with quick broad brushstrokes. I did find it a little implausible how they were able to communicate clearly and be comfortable with one another so quickly after meeting.?á They're both desperate for a friend, and yet inexperienced... so is it more or less likely that they'd be ready to clear up misunderstandings and forgive each others hasty words??á Wood gives them credit for being smart, wise, patient... how nice.

What wasn't so nice was that the adults weren't as respectful of the girls.?á They kept important information from them, showing no trust in them, letting them use their imaginations to fear much bigger problems than really existed.?á?á Finally at the end all the secrets came out, but I don't think any of them learned a lesson.?á Gosh it annoys me when parents keep things from children.

Fyi, this would probably be considered by some to be Christian/ inspirational.?á However, even though I'm an atheist and sensitive to overt preaching, I wasn't bothered.

I don't think I'll bother reading more by the author.?á This was just a chance pickup from a box of donations; not something I particularly chose.… (plus d'informations)

Mixed feelings about this one. On the one hand, it has that emotionally manipulative feeling I don’t like. On the other hand, it really makes you think about the best ways to care for the handicapped and how good intentions, like Shirley’s, can be stifling. It makes you think about how we treat those who are different than us. It does a great job of depicting Delrita’s effort to figure out what her own place in the world is. And all that’s great—it would be hard to find a book to replace this one with on the summer reading list. And yet I found the emotional burden to be too high. I often felt distressed and uncomfortable while reading the book—indeed, I read the whole thing in one night in the hope that if I kept reading, things would improve and I could feel better. But the end doesn’t totally bring you there, in two ways, both related to Delrita’s hobby of woodcarving. **SPOILER ALERT** She tries, for the first time, making a swan with its wings outstretched. It is her best work, and she plans to give it to Avanelle as a peace offering. But Punky sneaks into her room and takes it, “trading” it for some broken crayons, then gives it to his friend from the workshop. I felt awful, and I don’t feel that that feeling is resolved. Maybe you’re supposed to think it’s okay because the woman really likes the swan, but I didn’t—I felt that Delrita had had something beautiful stolen from her, and it made me angry. And then, Delrita is carving Punky one last clown (she has made him several). He dies before she can finish it. Why? It’s these repeated blows that make me find the book manipulative. I’m also not carried away with the writing—it can be juvenile and clunky. Maybe that’s intentional, so that it sounds like the voice of a girl—and it does—but it’s an issue just the same.… (plus d'informations)