Rating: ★★★
I can’t really say I enjoyed this story, and that’s for a number of reasons. The plot of this book focuses on Starr, who was with a black boy named Khalil when he is murdered by a white police officer. Throughout the book, she has to deal with the trauma of that and with, basically, living in a racist society and bringing together two different worlds – she goes to a wealthy, all-white school yet lives in an all-black “hood.”
Starr goes through a lot, and it’s tough and dark and unpleasant. She has good times with friends and family, of course, but there’s a lot of darkness here.
I guess I had two main issues with this book. One would be that the darkness, the trauma, is handled almost casually, and when Starr does have outbursts, it feels over-the-top. This book is taking on a very complex issue that is intertwined in our culture in more ways than can be described, and yet there’s little nuance or subtlety reflected in this story. I think the reason for that is due to my second issue with the book: I really disliked the writing. It felt stilted, unedited, shallow, amateur. In creative writing classes I’ve taken, professors would always say, “Show, don’t tell.” All this book does is tell. The language is clunky and unpolished. It was seriously a chore to read this book, and every time I went to pick it up, I was not excited due solely to the poor writing. I feel bad saying this because I think this story is important and should be told and should be published and should be read, but this may be some of the worst writing I’ve encountered.
Tiny Leaf Books 