Once I start a book, I’m committed to finishing it. Maybe I want to give the author a chance to change my opinion on the book by the ending. But that didn’t happen here. I was excited to read the book since I’m from Albany and lived there from infancy until college (early 60’s through early 80’s). I acknowledge that constant hunger and extreme poverty is absolutely horrific for children to have to endure. But this book reads like a virtue signaling woke ultra feminist using a 4-16 year old kid to convey her leftist agenda. It seems like little Isabelle’s head was opened up and filled with ideas from an adult forty- fifty years after the fact. Growing up in Albany, I was all over the place with kids from most of the schools in Albany for over 18 years. I never heard people, black or white, speak in that stereotypical made for TV “uneducated southern hillbilly” manner, except on Hee Haw or the Beverly Hillbillies. But apparently everyone spoke that way except the teacher “Mrs. Washington”.
The book is racially biased against and constantly derogatory of white people. For example, it complained that Disney princesses were only blonde. Back then in the 60’s-80’s there were only 3 Disney princesses total-now there are 13. Then we heard about Roots and Kunta Kinte (yes- we all watched it ) and heard how it was ENTIRELY the white man’s fault. Isabelle talks somewhere around there about kids being switched. When I was a kid, I had to go pick my own switches from the pyracantha bush in the backyard or get a hairbrush for the black maids to switch my rear end. They also washed my mouth out with soap a couple of times. But guess what? I loved, respected and learned to mind them. They taught me a lot and they were influential in my life. I grew up better from it. And my parents put some of them in their will. That’s how great they were to my parents.
Isabelle recounts incidents where white people said horrible things to black people- but never the other way around. I never witnessed or heard others recount any incidences like that. I was at just about every fair, carnival, movies, football games, grocery stores, all over town for 18 years and never saw anyone go up and accost or yell at a black person or vice versa. But sweet little tolerant Isabelle would describe the people offensive to her with phrases like “Elmer’s glue skin, “fat blonde white woman”, “white skin that turned red when he raised his voice”, “ red sunburned white man with cavities and bad teeth” or cut down what the person was wearing like a “brown suit with brown socks and tie”. Isabelle’s mother cuts down white people for being phony and having yellow teeth- yet she doesn’t have a tooth in her head! Isabelle doesn’t like when people cut her down for having “high water” pants, but EVERY kid had a couple pairs of high water pants. We all got made fun of for it. It’s part of life. I always used McDonald’s and other bathrooms without buying anything and never thought about agonizing for the homeless people as bleeding heart Isabelle did. Isabelle should be happy today though bc all those bathrooms especially Starbucks are being used by folks to shoot up heroin.
Part of the reason I kept reading the book is because some of the names were familiar to me. I kept reading and lo and behold- there was my last name- right there in the book. LOL!! Somehow it didn’t surprise me.
Isabelle rose above her plight and moved on to achieve a better situation. Back then, kids had to fend for themselves because there were not a myriad of bottomless government programs, food banks/churches giving “free” food and money creating dependency like they do today. Today in the USA if kids go hungry, their parents are to blame. Sparrows learn how to survive because they aren’t given anything. They work hard for it, and if they don’t like the situation-they fly away. That’s what Isabelle did. Even though she lived in Albany - which was not horrible at all- THEN.