This book attempts to address a range of feminist concerns and issues. The list is too broad, however, causing it to read more as a manifesto than a novel. Had the author focused more narrowly on sexual harassment in school, and used a bit more finesse, the book could have attracted a broad audience. However, it is heavy handed and relies on shock value to press the message upon us.
Let’s start with the title. We have the unoriginal, formulaic: First Name, Last Name, Verb, Object (Merci Suarez, Magnolia Wu, Maizy Chen, et al.). The rest of the book proceeded as this title suggested, with an imitative plot weakly nudged along by a school social justice project competition and grand prize trip to New York. In case you don’t read many middle grade novels, the “school competition plot” is getting tired.
Mani has the wallowing, rumination thing down, which irritated me because I think it could encourage unhelpful/harmful thought patterns. For example:
“Life sucks when you’re twelve.” Hmmm, does it?! Girls in Afghanistan can no longer attend school past 6th grade or even speak in public, but let’s find out what’s wrong with this American tween’s life…
Mani desperately wants to get her period, (Umm, what?) and is struggling to speak up when she sees, hears, or experiences something wrong or that she disagrees with. And there is lots to speak up about: dress codes, conversation and attention on her developing body, how girls are asked to change diapers but not boys, sexual harassment at school, availability of period products for menstruators, reproductive rights, femicide, and the violence of manspreading.
The list of feminist grievances was interminable and relentless—which one are we supposed to focus on? In the last 25% of the books, the author settled on sexual harassment at school and how to report it. The descriptions of the sexual harassment were disturbing, vulgar, and uncomfortable to read—hand gestures, using the word “slut,” and groping. This is a worthwhile topic, but I wonder how many readers make it that far?
Nearly every teacher and school administrator (interestingly, almost all men despite it being a more female occupation) is apathetic and seems to be on the verge of burn out—throwing pencil sharpeners and saying things like “it sucks to suck.” Later Mani explains: “The common thread is boys and men…” Ouch…hope that doesn’t alienate any potential male readers.
Mani’s cool, older activist cousin, who wears a bra over she shirt, gets it. As does her one female teacher, Ms. Martinez, who happens to introduce the class to a student social justice competition/project called Speak Up (what a coincidence!) where the prize is a trip to learn more about how to be an activist.
There is heavy use of anatomical terminology like vulva, vagina, period. But the very frequent use of the word boob was irritating—to me the term is objectifying; I was surprised the opportunity to use the word breast was not taken.
Then we have poor Mani’s mother. She tries to help Mani choose clothes that hide her body and don’t attract the “wrong” kind of attention. Maybe Mani’s mom read the New York Times articles about all the pedophiles following little girls on Instagram, but what do I know? Unfortunately, in this book girls either wear long fundamentalist style skirts, or tight jeans and spaghetti strap tops. I feel like there might be an in between?
Also, unhelpfully, it is stated that after you start your period you can “get pregnant at anytime.” As if no other steps are required. I could see some uninformed girls feeling very stressed about that. There was also a lot of talk about virginity, which felt more PG-13 to me, and too mature for the youngest middle grade readers (keeping in mind that middle grade is ages 8-12).
Later Mani and her friends try to correct misinformation for a friend whose church has informed her that a tampon will make her lose her virginity. One of Mani’s friends replies, “If god didn’t want girls to lose their virginity, we wouldn’t be here.” Hmmm, okay, but I think the key word to focus on here is “girls,” as in children.
They fish a used tampon from the trash and take it to the school library to study, as if this will somehow prove that virginity is intact. This will probably be what I remember about this book.
Early in the exposition she discovers a letter from her late aunt, an activist in Guatemala—this piqued my interest, but stayed secondary to Mani’s mission to further feminist causes at her own school.
Lots of good stuff in here. But as a novel, I’m sorry to say, it just isn’t successful.