Only for Alice Hoffman will I willingly read a book I know will absolutely destroy me 🤣😭 And read it in one evening, one sitting no less!
This story was as beautiful as is was devastating. We follow Amanda, an 11 year old gymnast, and her family as they cope with her devastating diagnosis - she has been diagnosed with AIDS, contracted from a contaminated blood transfusion from when she had appendicitis six years ago. This was published in 1988, and the hysteria Amanda's classmates and her parents feel reflect the general misunderstanding of the disease that was prevalent at the time. No, you can't catch it from hugging someone or by sitting next to them. You can't catch it by using the same toilet as someone with AIDS has. Sadly not only Amanda faces this when she goes back to school for the brief few weeks in the fall, but so does her eight year old brother, Charlie. My heart shattered for both of these kids. For Amanda, because of everything she could have had and lost. For Charlie, for being nearly forgotten completely by their parents in their grief over Amanda, and in losing his best friend after his mother pulled him out of their school and into a private school so he wouldn't catch her disease, not to mention when she repeatedly lied when Charlie was desperately calling to hang out with the one person he didn't feel abandoned him.
Watching Polly and her parents slowly mending their fractured and stained relationship was really good to see.
Ivan and Brian's friendship was so touching and heartbreaking as well. Ivan found a hotline for friends and family with loved ones dying of AIDS, and it always happened to be Brian when he called. They formed a great friendship, but one day he wasn't there anymore and Ivan was told that Brian himself was also sick, and would no longer be able to work the hotline. Ivan was so distraught for his friend, he was able to have Brian's address given to him (with Brian's permission) and he went to visit him, bringing him lilies. They have a comforting, if kind of one sided, friendship that was really lovely.
Not once was homophobia present in this, which is fantastic. I know at the time it was VERY much present with anything to do with AIDS, and even though Brian didn't know how he contacted it - whether from unprotected sex or sharing needles in his past - he mentioned in his monologue he had male and female partners in the past but was only in love with men, and I'm sure Ivan knew this, but not only did it never come up, Ivan never treated him any differently because he was a gay man. They shake hands and Ivan brought him flowers. Yes, it would have been an intense double standard if Ivan was icky around Brian like others are icky around Amanda (and by association Charlie) and I'm SO GLAD that never happened, and that homophobia didn't come up to begin with, what with Amanda being so young.
This also really struck a chord with me as hemophilia, a blood disease that prevents your blood from clotting, runs in my family. In the 80s and 90s there were many, many men with hemophilia that died from AIDS when they received contaminated blood from what should have been life saving transfusions. I'm glad we have such stringent screenings now, but it sucks they and countless others died like Amanda did before these protocols were put in place.
ANYWAY all in all, lovely heartbreaking touching book, just what I'd expect from Alice Hoffman. Gonna go eat some ice cream and sob a little bit now, thinking of our last scene with Amanda, waving to her brother out the car window as she goes to the hospital knowing it's the end, and with Charlie desperately trying to find his mythical giant turtle in the pond by their town when Sevrin shows up beside him bc Charlie's grandma was calling around trying to find a friend to find and comfort Charlie 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭