I was first introduced to the story of Danielle through the Pulitzer prize winning article “The Girl in the Window”. To summarize, the article is about a girl, Dani, who was rescued from her mother’s care at the age of seven in nightmare conditions. When police responded to a complaint about a girl that was never seen outside of the house, a police officer found her naked except for a diaper on a filthy mattress. She did not know how to speak or drink from a cup. She was underweight, covered in sores and bug bites, and did not respond normally to physical contact. The horrific scenes were haunting, and the consequences of the neglect were truly heartbreaking. You feel for this poor girl and want in some small way to help her.
This book is very different from the article in a number of ways. While the article strives to give a comprehensive view of all parties involved in Dani’s care, the book is limited to the thoughts and feelings of the adoptive mother. While the article focuses on the rescue and challenges, the book focuses on the healing and incremental steps Danielle makes towards normalcy. The article has the earmarks of a polished, professional piece of writing. The book relies on faithful chronological retelling without many flourishes. While the article was disturbing, the book is soothing.
The events of Dani’s introduction and integration into the Lierow family are told in blow-by-blow accounts. The Lierow family takes on the challenges with good humor and an indulgent love for the little girl. You couldn’t have asked for a more understanding family. The familiar domestic markers are there: Christmases, birthdays, family dinners, shopping trips at Target, days at the beach. What makes this detailed and exhausting recounting so interesting is the reader’s hunger for Dani to experience these rites of passage. Her Hello Kitty pink room? I felt ecstatic when I read about her expression as she saw it for the first time (her face lit up). Every time they mentioned her Hello Kitty comforter, I inwardly cheered. Her love of blueberries and watermelon? Tell me all about this! Her love of oversized outdoor holiday decorations. Her first Halloween costume. Her first time swimming underwater. I was insatiable for every small detail. To read about a child who was previously so deprived being introduced to all the trappings and joys of childhood and family life is deeply satisfying. It’s an introduction into a familiar and beloved way of life that is usually entered into before the age of consciousness, so that those initial introductions are lost to us.
This book alternates the moments of sublimity with the comforting routines of everyday life. Some examples:
Bernie walked her into the water and set her down at about knee depth, and she was fine. More than fine. She lifted her arms over her head and turned to the sun. A slight ocean breeze ruffled her hair. She closed her eyes and a look of complete bliss covered her face. She bounced up and down. She giggled when the waves splashed onto her chest. She sat down and rolled in the waves, taking immediately and naturally to the water, like a little mermaid. Willie sat down beside her and splashed around with her, while Bernie and I smiled through our tears. I couldn’t help but think this wasn’t only her first time at the beach; it was her first time to be truly, purely happy. Over such a simple thing.” (Pg 128)
Bernie changed her and put her in her pajamas, I popped some popcorn, and we huddled up on the sofa to watch Happy Feet. Danielle fell asleep on Bernie’s lap, and when the movie ended, he carried her into her room, laid her gently on the bed, and tucked her Hello Kitty comforter around her.”(Pg 162)
The Lierow’s lifestyle in Florida seemed highly idyllic. The pool, the beach, the close neighbors, the weather all point to a fairy tale ending for Dani, so I was interested in the move to Tennesse just to see the contrast, and the book took a swerve. Tennesse was an adjustment, and that wasn’t sugarcoated. Family members were getting cabin fever, there were no neighbors to speak of, and money was tight. Eventually, though, the charms of the area started to creep into the account and there were many passages about the new environment that showed a positive attitude.
In Tennesse, we couldn’t recreate the life we had in Florida. Not the pool, not the dock and the manatees, not the beach, the neighbors, or the bike rides. Bernie and I knew we would have to create a new life from what we had to work with. Dani and Willie were just going to have to become country kids.” (pg. 273)
”Spread before us as far as the eye could see, were the rolling hills of pasture dotted with red barns, tall old trees with gigantic trunks and massive gnarled limbs, fallow fields awaiting spring planting, and little white dots of farmhouses. It was winter-drab, but within a month or so the pastures would be washed in pale green; oaks and hackberries would pop buds; Bradford pear and dogwood trees would erupt in pretty white blossoms, red buds would be in the pink; and tiny seedlings would push through the dirt in the fields. In that moment, I was reminded of all that I loved about spring in Tennesse and how much I missed the changing of the seasons when we lived in Florida.” (Pg 284)
It’s something that I strive to do: to love every place that I live and to appreciate it for its particular charms. Even harder is to establish myself as a native, to really embrace the experience and not feel like a tourist or an outsider. To find the beauty of what is before me and not to fuss about what it is not. Although it seems off-topic from the story, I wonder if it is. To find the wonderful things in places, in people, in situations is a skill that creates a special resilience and allows for amazing accomplishments, such as a giving such a special girl the home in which she can thrive. This book could be studied as a manual on how to adapt and how to focus on the joys of life.