Having not read this book in at least ten years, I checked it out of the library, thinking I'd re-read it quickly.
Boy was I wrong.
There was just too much to take in.
Too many sentences to linger over.
It's always been a favorite. I'm a Sarah Weeks fan. Love her newer books, too. We met last winter at the American Library Association conference and later connected over Authors Readers Theater. (She's a whiz!)
But So B. It is truly a gift to readers.
A few things I'd forgotten I love:
1. The chapter titles are one word long. Perfect.
2. The complicated young narrator, Heidi. I totally believed she would get on that bus.
3. The language. Just one of many examples: "While Mama finished napping, I let myself float suspended like a lily pad in my private little pool of hope."
Recently I heard a writer remark that she thinks voice really means the author's voice. I'm not sure I agree. Each of Sarah's books is different, special in its own way, and not necessarily this author's own voice.
So B. It- What a story, perfectly woven.
This is Sarah's newest book, coming soon. Amazing cover image, no?
(I borrowed the ARC's photo from Brenda Kahn. Thanks, Brenda!)