“Hope was such a pretty word.”
When done well, I enjoy a story told from a different perspective than what we normally see, like that of a child. After Susie Finkbeiner’s first in the series, A Cup of Dust, I knew she would be one to watch. I was excited to hear the story continued and couldn’t wait to dive into this next one. It did not disappoint.
Pearl Spence has been through more in her young life than most folks could handle. But through it all, her family has been by her side. They may not be perfect, but they love her and they all love each other, come what may. That’s one thing Pearl no longer questions.
But then a devastating tragedy throws the whole family into a tailspin–and signals the beginning of the end of her secure life.
Now the Spences are fleeing their Oklahoma wasteland for an unknown life in Depression-era Michigan. Pearl isn’t sure she’ll ever see home or happiness again. Will any trail of crumbs be powerful enough to guide her back to the dependable life she once knew?
The strong narrative voice of Finkbeiner’s young protagonist from A Cup of Dust returns in this gritty yet hopeful sequel.
With her latest, Finkbeiner has shown us how her voice and writing continues to get better and better. As I mentioned, I enjoyed her debut, but this one had me even more fully engaged. With an authentic child’s point of view (y’all she had me cracking up sometimes!), Finkbeiner brought to light important issues through her young voice.
There were hard things to deal with and no sugarcoat of what was the reality for many. I love what she did with it. Plus this wasn’t just a story about Pearl’s experiences, but also very much what it was like for adults. The hurts, the pain, the feeling of helplessness. It’s deep, honest and real.
“Some of the best things we do ain’t remembered by anybody but God.”
“Seemed to me, if angels came to earth hoping to test the kindness of humans, they wouldn’t come dressed in white and with their wings hanging out for all creation to see. No, I figured they’d come in everyday clothes, maybe with a little dirt under their fingernails.”
“If I had my chance to write the story I would’ve made it so Miss Ross used dye laced with poison on the fabric so she might use it to kill off at least a couple of the red coats. Why they’d have their hands on the American flag, I don’t know. That was something I’d have to work out later.” See, Pearl cracks me up! Reminds me of Scout.
It looks like there’s book three coming, but I’m still satisfied with this ending. True to life, but I’m for sure looking forward to the next one!
What’s a favorite story of yours with a young POV?
(Thank you to the author for a copy of the book. All views expressed are my own.)