In this book, we meet Frannie, who is an average teenager. She's curious but kind of lazy, not wanting to have to bother figuring something out. And she has trouble connecting to anything that doesn't seem to have anything to do with herself. However, she is caring and a good person. When a white boy enters her all black school in the 1970s, she sees that he's just a person who wants to fit in; that he doesn't have any problem with them (his parents are black so he's used to it), so why should any of the other kids have a problem with him?
I liked this book though I had trouble relating to the Frannie some. There was one scene where she doesn't know what a word someone used meant, but she never felt like looking it up. She did eventually ask her mom, but I just thought, what if her mom hadn't known? or what if she thought she did, but she was actually wrong? I've always wanted to learn stuff like that for myself, check several places and decide for myself. It would have driven me nuts not knowing that; I would have thought about it all the way home. But then again, I'm kind of weird like that.
Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all.
--Emily Dickinson
This poem introduces the book. The book is about how hope always is in us, even we don't notice. Frannie has hope that the new kid will manage to be accepted. Her friend has hope that this same kid is really Jesus come back. Frannie's mother has hope that this baby she's having will survive, though many of the others have not.
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