In the tradition of Jamaica Kincaid's Annie John and Toni Morrison's The Bluest Eye, here is a portrait of a young girl — and society's ideas of race, class, and beauty. It is the winner of the Bellwether Prize for best fiction manuscript addressing issues of social justice.
This debut novel tells the story of Rachel, the daughter of a Danish mother and a black G.I. who becomes the sole survivor of a family tragedy. With her strict African American grandmother as her new guardian, Rachel moves to a mostly black community, where her light brown skin, blue eyes,... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“I think of how Grandma makes fun of love. And maybe that’s the key.”
“If there’s no one else to tell another side - the only story that can be told is the story that becomes true.”
“The bottle is where everything sad or mean or confusing can go. And the blues--it's like that bottle. But in the bottle there's a seed that you let grow. Even in the bottle it can grow big and green. It's full of all those feelings that are in there, but beautiful and growing too.”
“I think what a family is shouldn’t be so hard to see. It should be the one thing people know just by looking at you.”
“I'm not the color of my skin”Rachel
But when a person fakes happy, it has edges. Regular people may not see, but the people who count, they can see edges and lines where your smile ends and the real you, the sadness (me) or the anger (Grandma), begins.Highlighted by 105 Kindle customers
If there’s no one else to tell another side — the only story that can be told is the story that becomes true.Highlighted by 75 Kindle customers
“The bottle is where everything sad or mean or confusing can go. And the blues — it’s like that bottle. But in the bottle there’s a seed that you let grow. Even in the bottle it can grow big and green. It’s full of all those feelings that are in there, but beautiful and growing too.”Highlighted by 70 Kindle customers
When something starts to feel like hurt, I put it in this imaginary bottle inside me.Highlighted by 56 Kindle customers
“I can’t get rid of the sadness,” Laronne said. “Well,” David said, “then we’ll just keep it company.”Highlighted by 55 Kindle customers
We lie to ourselves in many ways; we write down only what we want to understand and what we want to see.Highlighted by 54 Kindle customers
On that last day Mor took us up to the roof, she had calculated the difference between what we couldn’t have and her ability to watch us want. The difference between her pain and ours, she decided, measured nine stories high.Highlighted by 53 Kindle customers
We live in the same house but we both feel lonely. We and lonely don’t belong in the same sentence.Highlighted by 45 Kindle customers
I don’t know if it’s better to have people laugh at what you are or just not understand.Highlighted by 41 Kindle customers
What if Mor knew about the blues? What if she had thought that sometimes there’s a way to take the sadness and turn it into a beautiful song?Highlighted by 32 Kindle customers
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