I just finished reading White Oleander.
What really struck me about this book, and many of the stories we have read, is how much someone could have gone through at a very young age.
I am very lucky. I have never been homeless, and never without food, and I have two parents who, while they have little money, love me very much.
However, I hear a lot of people say that people "my age" haven't "experienced life" yet.
How do you judge a 12-year-old's life experience? How do you convince yourself that you know someones story because you have seen their face and date of birth?
The book also looks inside the mind of girl who isn't perfect- who is young, very sure of herself, yet confused at the same time.
I really liked the style of writing, from the point of view of a girl who is just trying to survive.
I read Paint it Black last year, and now I just want to get my hands on more work from Janet Fitch.
Monday, December 7, 2009
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