This book reads like poetry, like William Carlos Williams for kids. With a less violent, more age appropriate Hemingway-esque repetition and briskness. It is such a beautiful story with heartache and loss but surviving friendships and remembrances.
Dani counted all the times she'd been happy. Like the time when she was little and her cousin Sven gave her a frog. And the first time she managed to swim three strokes without drowning. And when she got her new schoolbag. She was so excited. She'd waited her whole life to start school. The summer had been very long because she was waiting so hard. --pages 7-10
On the street where she had lived all her life. With her father and Cat. In the yellow house. The one closest to the park. --page 55
23 down plus 3 to go.
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