The novella transported me to another time and another place. Being close to New York City, it struck a cord within me, and it was a moving, somber tale that is hard to forget. Some of the author's words still ring in my head.
"...What is tragic is not the moment. It is the memory".
And
"At some point, all of this, everything and everyone, became memory."
I haven't read a lot recently and this was a nice way to get back into it. Thank you, Jacqueline Woodson.
