So, this book is an autobiography in prose. Both things usually do not make me happy. But this was a beautiful autobiography about Jacqueline Woodson's remarkable childhood. The book talks about her very early years in Ohio, where her father's successful black family was accepted. After her parent's split, her mother decided to move the children back to Greenville, South Carolina, where her grandmother still felt safer on the back of the bus and did not go into certain stores because she didn't want to be followed around because she was black. Woodson loved her grandparents and her summer days spent outside. When her mother leaves to explore life in New York, Woodson is torn between missing her mother and enjoying her life with her grandparents. Eventually the children move to New York, which is an adjustment (all that concrete) to her life in South Carolina. Gradually Woodson finds her place and a new best friend. A stunning walk through a period of history, with Woodson's powerful narration.
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