

Thus, while I'd recommend this book to readers interested in narratives portrayed through journals or letters, and to readers interested in young adult first person fiction, it's probably not one that I'll find the need to further consider in other lights. of her people, are the forces behind her quiet yet unflinching fiction.

The story here is well-told and worthwhile, without doubt, but in the end I found it lacking in both passion and breadth, particularly (again) in the second half of the book. I have never met Edwidge Danticat in person.

Yet, the clear targetting of young readers for this book took away some of the power that comes with the young writers in those books-Danticat's voice is graceful and powered, but in the second half of the narrative especially, things just moved too quickly (and still without enough action) for any real emotional or intellectual involvement on the part of a mature reader-in fact, I'm not sure that adolescent readers would feel much differently. I recently read James Levine's The Blue Notebook, and it was interesting to consider this work in relation to that one (and to Slave Moth for that matter).
