I'm of two minds about this book: it captures a certain soft beauty of youth--youth on the cusp of womanhood. But I'm a little... upset? The girls are objectified: sexual objects, of course.
Sure, children are sensual and sexual beings, I get it. We, as adults, need to protect them while at the same time not make them ashamed of their changing bodies.
But, why is it almost all girls? I think our history of young females seen as sex objects rather than individuals is what makes this books somewhat uncomfortable. Perhaps if there was an even mix of boys and girls, and if they were all presented in artful photos that demonstrated their individualism instead of simply their sexuality, I'd feel the awe that I think Hamilton is aiming for.
As it stands, I recognize the beauty, but feel, as a woman, somewhat violated by the male gaze.