There are actually very few books that make me cry. This may be hard for some of you to believe because I’m not exactly difficult to set off. Generally, you just need to show me a picture of a dog that looks like it might be sad and I’ll tear up. But, when it comes to books, the only times I get worked up involved a character from a series dying. And I don’t count that cause I’ve been given several books to get attached to them. If I cry from one book, I give significant props to the author. And significant props, indeed go to:
This book was written by a sixteen-year-old girl. Sixteen! Girl! And i only say girl like it’s impressive because the story is about a gang of boys and she was able to write their characters beautifully. If you’re not familiar with it, shame on you- go buy it instantly. You can get in on amazon for a penny and have it read within the day. Now, just because it’s a short read written by a child does not mean it isn’t remarkable. S.E. Hinton manages to create such real, deep characters and conflict that a long-time author would be proud of them. You feel so intensely for the boys from the beginning of the book all the way to the last page.
Tomorrow you get “A book that you can quote/recite”