Hannah
This is an extremely difficult read emotionally. Jackson builds the world and characters in bright colors then takes you along step by step with every heartbreak and dismissal and desperate action that Claudia takes to try and find her missing friend. My heart broke every time Claudia's concerns were dismissed, I was so mad at every adult in this book for their inaction and so devastated for all the children hurt because of it - Claudia and Monday and April and the real stories Jackson based this novel on where kids had no one to advocate for them. The conclusion had me crying in public on a park bench.
Outside of the subject matter, Claudia herself is such a lovable character. I loved the way she viewed her relationships with others through colors. Her dyslexia is integrated so perfectly through the slow improvement of her journal entries to Monday versus the final "voice" of the future Claudia narrating the novel.
If Monday were a color, she'd be red. Crisp, striking, vivid, you couldn't miss her - a bullseye in the room, a crackling flame. I saw so much red that it blinded me to any flags
This is an extremely difficult read emotionally. Jackson builds the world and characters in bright colors then takes you along step by step with every heartbreak and dismissal and desperate action that Claudia takes to try and find her missing friend. My heart broke every time Claudia's concerns were dismissed, I was so mad at every adult in this book for their inaction and so devastated for all the children hurt because of it - Claudia and Monday and April and the real stories Jackson based this novel on where kids had no one to advocate for them. The conclusion had me crying in public on a park bench.
Outside of the subject matter, Claudia herself is such a lovable character. I loved the way she viewed her relationships with others through colors. Her dyslexia is integrated so perfectly through the slow improvement of her journal entries to Monday versus the final "voice" of the future Claudia narrating the novel.
If Monday were a color, she'd be red. Crisp, striking, vivid, you couldn't miss her - a bullseye in the room, a crackling flame. I saw so much red that it blinded me to any flags