During the school year, I feel like all I get to read are books my students are reading. I don't mind reading those books, because there is a TON of amazing literature aimed at elementary and middle school students, some of which are new to me (exciting!). However, I have a giant stack of books that are aimed at people outside of school-age, and they get neglected.
A few weeks ago, I happened to be in fourth grade's classroom, when library class began. Our wonderful librarian was helping students figure out how to check books out on our online system. It got me intrigued; turns out we teachers have accounts, too! Browsing through, this stuck out to me. Having a best friend obsessed with turtles helped; the description of it online sold it. I checked it out, a happy medium: Still aimed at people younger than me, but a choice, separate from reading a book just because my students might need support with a text.
That was more background than you needed, right? Sorry.
This book was an excellent choice on my part. It felt good to go on this ride. I didn't really like any of the characters at first, but they certainly underwent changes as it went on. The different elements of the story came together very nicely, and not always expectedly/predictably. I appreciated that. I appreciated that *YES*, I'm an easy crier, but I went through over a dozen tissues and a few pauses while I ugly cried as I powered through parts 3 and 4 this morning. The mark of a good story is that it makes you feel things (at least, in my world).
I also love that this book brought in other cultures; made them central to the plot in some ways, too. I remember preparing for my bat mitzvah, so those words and traditions are familiar to me. I am happy that other people reading it will have some exposure, too.
I am thankful for this book. I'll be back to it again one day.