I feel awkward when we’re referred to as “brown girls”. While it’s fitting for the title, to refer to the reader as “Brown Girl” throughout the book, felt a little too much… in the darkest parts of history, we were called something akin to “brown girls” but we had names and hopes and dreams. If this book was written for any other demographic, the author would simply say, “hey, ballerina!” and then go on to talk about physical attributes. After all, the book is really about dancers, not racial identity. I am more than my color, and when I dance, I’m a ✨ballerina✨. At no point in the book were any of the girls called ballerinas, they were simply “doing ballet”. Wording matters.
Nevertheless, it was SO NEAT seeing the little girls with their pointe shoes and the tutus and ribbons. This book is going to stay in my heart for a long time. My hangups are minor: 5-Stars!!!