✰ 3.75 stars ✰
“People don’t understand them.” I touch the shark’s fin. “They hate them, actually. A lot of people. They’re afraid of them and don’t understand them.
So they try to hurt them.”
Do you ever get this horrible ache in your chest when you read about some act of injustice that has happened against someone - some misdirected anger or judgment that has no basis or claim, something completely undeserving or unworthy, but you just can't do anything about it? It's a painful thought, especially when it's something that is happening right in front of you. 😟 But, what can you do, when it's some injustice - some unlawful and unfair act that has happened so long ago in history that it seems almost absurd to feel upset about it. How could you calm that pain and hurt that you feel for those helpless victims of yesteryear? What could you do to ease that guilt and shame that they had to endure - simply to give them some form of retribution in kindness by honoring them? Sometimes it takes a certain act of courage and resilience paired with A Kind of Spark for you to honor their memory in the most courageous of ways. ✨✨
“Lots of women were hanged here in Juniper,” I hear myself telling the reclusive villager. “Without a proper trial. I’ve been reading about it all in the school library. And some witches were burned, or put in barrels full of nails.”
People make sounds of disgust, which sparks anger in me. How can they sit here and be more displeased by my telling of the truth than by the truth itself?”
When Addie, a young autistic eleven-year-old girl, learns about the Scottish witch trials and the innocent women who were wrongly persecuted simply because of who they were, she takes it upon herself to somehow convince the village folk of Juniper, the small village in Edinburgh that she lives in, to raise money to build a memorial for those unfortunate victims who unjustly lost their lives, so the injustice that they faced at other's hands would not to be forgotten. 'The last thing these women knew in this world, the last thing they felt, was fear. Fear and pain. Looking out at people who didn’t understand them, who had accused them of something they weren’t'. 🥺 And yet, it is her willful struggle against the prejudice of those who don't deem it necessary to remember the injustice done towards them and her brave front that she presents, while she tackles her own version of unfair cruelty at her school that makes Addie rise as more than just a victim to those who don't understand her neurodivergence and one who won't let herself change for anyone.
It took me a while to get into the story, but once it started picking up, I found myself invested in it. Addie was a very honest, warm-hearted and caring young girl, whose heart was always in the right place. 'A tear falls and lands on the face of a zebra shark. I quickly wipe it away. No horrible, awful, rubbish day is worth damaging a library book.'🤌🏻 She was compassionate and driven and friendly, too. Her friendship with new London girl Audrey was a welcome and helpful part of her life and it was very comforting to see how there were still some good people out there - 'you’ve got to find the people who accept the real you.'
I liked how the author balanced Addie's family dynamic with her school life; she has two older twin sisters, one who is also autistic. I appreciated how the author showed the difference in her relationship with both sisters - Keedie, who she looks up to and admires and hopes to be like when she grows up, and Nina, the sister, who to her, is the normal one. 🫂 One who isn't on the autism spectrum, but one who still loves her and understands both sisters better than anyone, regardless of her carefree negligence and willful living. It was so well-balanced that when her relationship with her sisters diverged with her school storyline, it tied together very nicely and believably so. 🤍
“I take the horrible word Emily used and, with one final shove, push it in.
And I feel free. Because I know, after all of it, that there’s nothing wrong with me.
There is nothing wrong with me.”
For the strength to me, lay in how the author wove the past with the present - how the actions that resonated so deeply with Addie - how she felt so viscerally for those young women who were unjustly tried and punished - simply because they were different - and to have it mold into Addie's own personal life... 'I am invisible. The real Addie is behind a mask of social rules, regulations, and strange neurotypical customs.' I was left momentarily stunned; it snuck up on me and just ripped open my heart at how incredibly taut the events unfolded. Literally, you don't see it coming, but when it happens...💔💔 I understood why the author was so intent on focusing on certain aspects/ How she centered the imagery to only guide you in one direction that would then allow for it to make sense why Addie felt so deeply for giving a voice to those who didn't have it back then. To let them be heard - maybe not in their time - but just for their voice not to be forgotten. 😔
““You have”—my voice trembles—“no idea what it is like to be punished for something you cannot control. You can’t, or you wouldn’t ignore the importance of this.”
The author did an excellent job at tugging at my heart strings; when I didn't expect that emotional gut-wrenching hurt, she delivered it with brute force. Addie's difficult struggles at school were heart-breaking, but deeply impactful. 👍🏻 It resonated so vividly with why she was so eager and desperate to have the misgivings of the past righted - why she related to those innocent women so deeply, because they reminded them of herself. Of how people could decide on their own that if someone is different than they are not to be accepted - that they are to be targeted and bullied and victimized - for no apparent reason! 😟
The dynamic explored between teachers and students is also a very crucial and important one. Addie's learning skills are on another level from her classmates, but the bullying she endured at the hands of her teacher and fellow students... God, my blood boiled - my heart raged - my tears warred. 😢😢 It was maddening - and saddening. 💔💔 But, what shined was Addie's strength and bravery; of how she didn't allow herself to be silent - not this time - that if she didn't speak up now, then no one ever would. That the cycle of hatred and misjudgement would only continue. And for that, the author should be lauded for how she showed people's hearts can be changed - that acceptance and understanding can only be done if people have the patience and willingness and kindness to listen and realize the errors of their ways. ❤️🩹❤️🩹
“And you might seem strange to someone else. But…while you are neurotypical and I’m autistic, I promise, we are more alike than we are different.”
That’s what my autism is. It’s a kind of spark. It’s like sharks, you see.”
For a middle grade novel, the writing conveyed all the intense emotions to make it a memorable one; it may not have been as captivating as her later books, but even in her debut, I could see the roots for how impactful the author's stories would become. I was able to empathize with Addie's struggles and firmly believed in my heart that she was perfect the way she was - "I like myself the way I am. A lot.'. No one should ever make anyone feel any lesser than who they are. 🙏🏻