This is no tired, typical young adult novel filled with teen angst. While the protagonist is a sixteen-year-old girl struggling to find her place in a hostile environment, Godfrey’s storytelling goes far beyond plot. Books about teenage girls dealing with pressures of authority, peers, sex, drugs, etc. are a dime a dozen. But rather than relying on a shocking plot to compel her audience, Godfrey digs deeper to present that tired story from a different perspective. Sara Shaw, the main character and narrator, is neither whiny nor emotional. Like Caulfield, she tells us what she sees, feels, and experiences by removing herself and letting the audience figure it out for themselves. Instead of whining that she is scared and abandoned, searching for someone to trust and love, she tells us coldly and mechanically of the hooker she has just become friends with: “…I couldn’t leave China in a room where men knocked on her door, never knowing, never caring, never asking about the maps she drew and saved. Call her what you want. She was the first girl to befriend me, and I would have done anything for her.” She explores an underworld of drugs, prostitution, people being used and exploited and thrown away, but manages to remain on the outskirts, seemingly untouched. But again, it is that hard shell of hers that gives away how damaged she already is.
My first love being poetry, this novel is in my top five favorite books of all time for Godfrey’s exquisite talent for language. With sentences as lovely as, “Lose the necessary innocence. And what good was it anyway? It was just like a library card or a set of spare keys, something small you lose and then realize you never used…I envisioned innocence as a small trinket falling out of the King’s Hotel and down onto the rainswept streets.” The use of subtle but compelling internal rhyme and rhythm, assonance, and alliteration in her prose has led to my rereading the book about a dozen times. Even though I’ve memorized the plot by now, the pleasure I find in the structure and art of Godfrey’s language allows me to enjoy the book again and again the same way a favorite poem can be read infinitely, deepening the reader’s appreciation with each reading. I recommend this book to anyone who loves the art of language, even if you don’t love young adult novels.