Let me start out by saying that this is African-American fiction...I am white, and I really liked this book. No reason not to read it. One of the better books I've read in a long time. There is a sequel coming out in Fall of 2009, and I'll be waiting to read that one as well.
...about a young dancer named Grace who was assaulted on her way home from dance one night. Years later, she comes back "home" to teach at this school for teens at-risk. A lot of relationships, lots of secrets, and complications keep this book quite interesting. Each chapter is told from one of the many characters, which make the book stimulating and captivating.
This author has a wonderful way with words. I was struck by how well her words were chosen, how they gripped me inside, spoke to me personally. For her first novel, this was terrific and so well-written. "raw emotion" as the cover says. It's a book about faith, forbidden love, forgiveness, and redemption.
Some of my favorite quotes:
"We locked eyes again and I knew it must be true. The woman in my dreams. My Glinda on the road to Oz. This was her. She got it. She got me. Finally, somebody understood."
"Can you see the scar?" he'd said softly.
"From what?" I asked, as if I didn't know.
"From you," he said, tracing my face with his finger. "From where they cut us apart."
"Virtue is all a girl gets in this man's world. Spend it wisely. You can never get it back."
"We looked at each other, but neither of us spoke. The silence swirled around us, knocking off scabs neither of us wanted to acknowledge. Sometimes, the only way to clean a wound was to rip it open."
"What am I doing here? My answer wafted to the ground like a sleepy leaf. I'd come here for Joyce, there was some truth to that, but I'd come for myself, too. I'd come to find the weed still growing in my heart, the thing that was eating me---from the roots up."
"Everybody has a cross---a place where something died. Sometimes we run away before the resurrection. Sometimes we linger long after the body is gone."
" 'Sometimes we have to reopen wounds to clean out the infection. It hurts, but it's the only way to heal it for good.'
For good? I wondered. Every time I thought it was done, over, somebody came and ripped off my scabs, usually the woman who I was talking to now. This was one cup that I didn't look forward to drinking from. I prayed that God wouldn't make me have to."