Every Saturday night, Cara sleeps over at her friend, Marlee’s, house. They work on their scrapbooks together. Cara’s just started a new scrapbook, and she’s got a great picture of her whole family at the Cubs game that she’s just pasted in. She has Marlee do the lettering: “Go Cubs!” across the top, with the “O” like a baseball and the exclamation point like a baseball bat. It’s really cute.
While they’re eating breakfast the next morning, the phone rings. Both girls can tell something’s really wrong, because Mrs. Rosen keeps saying things like, “Oh, no . . .” and she’s letting the pancakes burn on the griddle.
When Cara hears her say, “I’m so sorry, David,” Cara feels her stomach drop: David is Cara’s father.
There’s been a terrible fire at Cara’s house—and Cara’s mother, the mom she’s baked with, loved, and shared things with her whole life, is dead. And not only that, but Cara’s sister has died, too. From the happy family of four which goofed around and ate hot dogs together last week at the Cubs game, only Cara and her Dad are left—and Dad doesn’t seem anything like himself anymore. Why did he escape when her mom and sister didn’t? Why didn’t God protect them? Cara has so many questions, and so many feelings about her faith, her father, her friends and the fire—and this is the story of her journey through grief and doubt and back to joy and faith.
(REVIEW: Wonderful book; presents an 11-year-old Jewish girl’s walk through grief and loss without being morbid or terribly sad. Nice glossary in the back makes it easy for Gentiles to get completely engrossed in the story, too, without being confused by unfamiliar terminology. Good family values and role models, but characters are not too perfect to be real.