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2010 Christy Award winner!
Jessilyn Lassiter never knew that hatred could lurk in the human heart until the summer of 1932 when she turned 13. When her best friend, Gemma, loses her parents in a tragic fire, Jessilyn's father vows to care for her as one of his own, despite the fact that Gemma is black and prejudice is prevalent in their southern Virginia town. Violence springs up as a ragtag band of Ku Klux Klan members unite and decide to take matters into their own hands. As tensions mount in the small community, loyalties are tested and Jessilyn is forced to say good-bye to the carefree days of her youth. Fireflies in December is the 2007 winner of the Christian Writers Guild's Operation First Novel contest, and a 2010 Christy Award winner. Tyndale House Publishers
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When her best friend Gemma's parents are killed in a house fire, Jessilyn Lassiter's parents take the girl in. Trouble is, the year is 1932, Gemma is black, the Lassiters are white, and they live in a small Virginia town. Spunky Jessilyn is 13 years old, but her story will appeal to readers of all ages. Winner of the Christian Writers Guild's 2007 Operation First Novel contest, Valent's debut is both heartwarming and hand-wringing as it shows how one family endured the threats small and large of a prejudiced community while maintaining moral integrity. The cast of characters is rich. Jessilyn's mother wrestles with the social cost of challenging convention, her father is a dream dad and the neighbor's wisdom is as spicy as her cake. Jessilyn's romantic interest and penchant for trouble keep the tone light while the plot reminds readers of the evil that ordinary human beings are capable of doing, even in the name of righteousness. The book stares down violence and terror, making its affirmation of surprising goodness believable. (Jan.)

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  • Publisher: Center Point Large Print
  • Publication date: 5/28/2009
  • Edition description: Large Print Edition
  • Pages: 350
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 1.30 (d)

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FIREFLIES IN DECEMBER


By Jennifer Erin Valent
Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Copyright © 2008

Jennifer Erin Valent
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ISBN: 978-1-4143-2432-6



Chapter One The summer I turned thirteen, I thought I'd killed a man.

That's a heavy burden for a girl to hang on to, but it didn't surprise me so much to have that trouble come in the summer time. Every bad thing that ever happened to me seemed to happen in those long months.

The summer I turned five, Granny Rose died of a heart attack during the Independence Day fireworks. The summer I turned seven, my dog Skippy ran away with a tramp who jumped the train to Baltimore. And the summer I turned eleven, a drought took the corn crop and we couldn't have any corn for my birthday, which is what I'd always done because my favorite food was corn from Daddy's field, boiled in a big pot.

To top it off, here in the South, summers are long and hot and sticky. They drag on and on, making slow things seem slower and bad things seem worse.

The fear and guilt of the summer of 1932 still clings to my memory like the wet heat of southern Virginia. That year we had unbearable temperatures, and we had trouble, just that it was trouble of a different kind. It was the beginning of a time that taught me bad things can turn into good things, even though sometimes it takes a while for the good to come out.

The day I turned thirteen was one of those summer days when the air is so thick, you can see wavy lines above the tar on the rooftops. The kind of day when the sound of cicadas vibrates in your ears and everything smells like grass.

On that day, as Momma got ready for my birthday party, I told her that I wanted nothing to do with watermelon this year.

"We have some fine ones," she told me. "Just don't eat any."

"But the boys will spit the seeds at us like they do all the time," I said. "And they'll hit me extra hard today since it's my birthday."

"I'll tell them not to," she said absentmindedly as she checked her recipe again with that squinched-up look she always got when trying to concentrate.

I knew I was only another argument or two from being scolded, but I tried again. "Those boys won't listen to you."

"Those boys will listen to me if they want to eat," she replied before muttering something about needing a cup of oleo.

"They don't even listen to Teacher at school, Momma."

That last reply had done it, and I stepped back a ways as Momma picked up her wooden spoon and peered at me angrily, her free hand on her apron-covered hip. "Jessilyn Lassiter, I won't have you arguin' with me. Now get on out of this house before your jabberin' makes me mess up my biscuits."

I knew better than to take another chance with her, and I went outside to sit on my tree swing. If God wasn't going to send us any breeze for my birthday, I was bound and determined to make my own, so I started pumping my legs to work up some speed. The breeze was slight but enough to give me a little relief.

I saw Gemma come out of the house carrying a big watermelon and a long knife, and I knew she had been sent out by her momma to cut it up. Gemma's momma helped mine with chores, and her daddy worked in the fields. Sometimes Gemma would help her momma with things, and it always made me feel guilty to see her doing chores that I should have been doing. So I dug my feet into the dry dirt below me to slow down and hopped off the swing with a long leap, puffing dust up all around me.

I wandered to the picnic table where Gemma was rolling the green melon around to find just the right spot to cut into. "I guess this is for my party."

"That's what your momma says."

"Are you comin'?"

"My momma never lets me come to your parties."

"So? Ain't never a time you can't start somethin' new. It's my party, anyways."

"It ain't proper for the help to socialize with the family's friends, Momma says."

"Your momma and daddy have been workin' here for as long as I can remember. You're as close to family as we got around here, as I see it. I ain't got no grandparents or nothin'."

Gemma scoffed at me with a sarcastic laugh. "When was the last time you saw one brown girl and one white girl in the same family?"

I shrugged and watched her slice through the watermelon, both of us backing away to avoid the squirting juices.

"Looks like a good one," Gemma said as the fragrant smell floated by on the first bit of a breeze we'd seen all day.

"All I see are seeds for the boys to hit me with."

"Why do you let them boys pick on you?"

"I don't let 'em. I always push 'em or somethin'. But they're all bigger than me. What do you want me to do? Pick a fight?"

"Guess not." A piece of the melon's flesh flopped onto the table as Gemma cut it, and she popped it into her mouth thoughtfully. "I'll never know why boys got to be so mean."

"It's part of their recipe, I guess." I helped by piling the slices on a big platter, and I strategically picked as many seeds as I could find off the pieces before I stacked them. Never mind my dirty hands. "You come by around two o'clock," I told her adamantly. "I'll get you some cake and lemonade. You're my best friend. You should be at my party."

Gemma shushed me and shoved an elbow into my ribs as her momma went walking by us.

"Gemma Teague," her momma said, "you girls gettin' your chores done?"

"Ain't got no chores of my own, Miss Opal," I told her. "I figured on helpin' Gemma instead."

"Then you two make certain you keep your minds on your work, ya hear?"

"Yes'm," we both mumbled.

Gemma's momma walked past, but she looked back at us a couple times with a funny look on her face like she figured we were planning something.

In a way we were, but I didn't see it as being a big caper or anything, so I continued by saying, "You know, I ain't seein' any sense in you not at least askin' your momma if you can come by for cake. She's usually understandin' about things."

"Every year it's the same thing from you, Jessie. She won't let me come, and besides, I'll bet your momma don't want me here no more than my momma does. It just ain't done."

"'It just ain't done'!" I huffed. "Who makes up these rules, anyhow?"

Gemma kept her eyes on her work and said nothing, but I knew her well enough to see that she didn't understand her words anymore than I did.

Momma called me from the open kitchen window, but I ignored it and kept after Gemma. "Now listen. You just come on by after we've cut the cake and pretend to clean up somethin', and I'll be sure you get some."

"Ain't no way I'm gettin' in trouble for some cake and lemonade that I'll get after the party anyhow," she argued. "You're just bein' stubborn."

I sighed when Momma called me again. "She's gonna tell me to take a bath, I bet. You'd think at thirteen I'd be old enough to stop havin' my momma order me to take baths."

"You'd never take one otherwise," Gemma said. "Ain't nobody wants to smell you then."

"I hate takin' baths on days this sticky. My hair never dries."

"Takin' a bath on a hot day ain't never bad."

"It is when the water's hot as the air is."

Gemma shook her head at me like she always did when I was being hardheaded. "Water's water. Cools you off any which way."

I didn't believe her, but I headed off to the kitchen, where Momma had filled the big metal tub we'd had to take baths in ever since the bathroom faucets broke. The sheet she'd hung across the doorway into the next room flapped as the breeze I'd prayed for began to pick up.

I hopped out of my dungarees in one quick leap and crawled into the tub. "It's hot as boiled water," I complained.

"Well then, we'll have you for supper," Momma replied as she measured out flour, obviously undisturbed by my discomfort. "Your guests will start gettin' here in a half hour, so don't dawdle unless you want everyone findin' you in the tub."

"Yes'm."

"And don't forget to clean behind your ears."

"Yes'm."

Water splashed as I washed with my usual lack of grace, landing droplets about the kitchen floor. It didn't really matter since Momma always made a mess when she cooked and the floor would need cleaning after she was done. No doubt the flour and water would mix into a fine paste, though, and she'd have a few words to mutter as she tried to scrub it up. As she measured sugar, I could hear her praying, "Oh, dear Jesus, let me have enough." Momma prayed about anything anytime, anywhere.

By the time I'd scrubbed and dried, the smell of biscuits was drifting through the house and Momma was putting the oil on for the chicken. She was a good cook, no matter the mess, and she always put on quite a show for these birthday parties.

As I walked up to my room, wrapped in a ragged blue towel, I heard Momma call after me not to forget to put on my dress. Then she added, "Please, Lord, let the girl look presentable." I think Momma often wondered why, if she was to be blessed with a girl, she had to get one that mostly acted like a boy.

"No dungarees!" she added. "And put on your church shoes."

I rolled my eyes, knowing she was nowhere near me. I would never have dared to do it in front of her. I hated dressing up, but for every birthday, holiday, church day, and trip into town, I had to wear one of the three dresses that Momma had made me. She was as fine with a needle as she was with a frying pan, but I hated dresses nonetheless. Mostly because when I wore them, I had to sit all proper in my chair, and I couldn't do cartwheels, at least not without getting yelled at. But I put on the dress because I had to and buckled up my church shoes.

I could hear Daddy's footsteps coming down the hall, and I turned to smile at him as he stopped at my doorway.

"Lookin' pretty, dumplin'," Daddy said.

"That's too bad."

"Now, now. Ain't nothin' wrong with a girl lookin' like a girl."

"Who says wearin' dresses is the only way to look like a girl?"

Coming into the room, his dirty boots leaving marks that Momma would complain about later, Daddy tossed his hat onto a chair and helped me finish tying the bow on the back of the dress. "We don't make the rules; we just follow 'em."

"Well, someone had to make the rules in the first place. We should just make new ones."

"No doubt you will one day, Jessilyn," he said with a sigh. "But for now, you'd best follow your momma's instructions. She ain't one to be disobeyed."

"Are you gonna be at the party?" I asked hopefully, knowing full well that he'd been in the fields all morning and looked in need of a nap.

"Wouldn't miss it, you know that. I got the corn on already." Daddy rubbed his tired eyes, picked up his hat, and walked out, whacking the hat against his leg to loosen the dust.

He worked hard, especially this time of year, and no matter how many men were willing to work the fields, he would always put in his fair share alongside them. I had suspected of late, however, that he was working harder more out of necessity than a sense of duty. We'd had fewer men to help than in years past, and it wasn't due to lack of interest, I was sure. I'd seen my daddy turn three men away just the day before.

Things were poor, especially in our parts, and for having a working farm and a good truck, we were fortunate. We even had some conveniences that other people envied, like a fancy icebox and a telephone, and Momma was pretty proud of that. We weren't rich like Mayor Tuttle and his wife, with their big columned house and fancy motor car, but we were thought to be well-off just the same. Momma and Daddy never talked money in front of me, and I decided not to fuss with it. It caused too many problems for adults from what I could see. What did I want to do with it?

I made my way downstairs and stepped out onto the porch, disappointed to see Buddy Pernell was the first to arrive. I didn't like Buddy very much. But then, I didn't like many kids very much. I thanked him for coming-mainly because Momma's glare told me to-and received the plate of cookies his momma handed me. In those days, we didn't give gifts at parties; it was too extravagant. But every momma felt it only proper to bring some sort of favor along.

By the time we had a full crowd, one side of the food table was filled with jars of jelly, bowls of sugared strawberries, a couple pies, and even one tub of pickled pigs' feet. I promptly removed those, but Momma stopped me cold.

"We accept all gifts with thanks, Jessilyn," she hissed in my ear as she replaced the tub on the table.

"Even pigs' feet?" I argued.

"Yes ma'am! Even pigs' feet."

It took only ten minutes before the first watermelon seed landed in my hair. All the other girls started screaming and ran for cover, but I fought back at the boys out of sheer pride. I did a little shoving, Momma did some yelling, but I got pummeled anyhow.

After we finished eating lunch, I spotted Gemma hanging laundry on the line and ran over to get her help brushing all those sticky seeds out of my hair.

"You ought to not let 'em do this to you," she said.

"I told you before," I said with my eyes shut tight to stand the pain of Gemma's brushing, "they're all bigger than me."

"I think they're too big for their britches. That's the problem."

"Maybe so, but that don't change nothin'. I still can't whip 'em."

"Well, I did the best I could." Gemma peered closely at my sun-streaked hair. "I can't see no more."

"Just wait till we go swimmin'," I told her. "I'll find some critter to stick down Buddy Pernell's knickers. He's the one leadin' the boys in the spittin'."

"You best be careful. Them boys might do somethin' to hurt you back."

"I ain't scared of them," I lied. "Besides, they got it comin'."

Gemma shook her head and grabbed a pair of Daddy's socks to hang on the line. "You're stubborn as a mule, Jessie."

I figured she was right, but I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of hearing me say it. Instead, I rejoined the party, grabbed a piece of cake, and stood by watching the boys scuff about with each other, playing some kind of roughhouse tag. The other girls stood around watching the boys, giggling over how cute this one was and how strong that one was. I couldn't figure them out.

"All that fussin' over boys," I said through a mouthful of frosting. "If you girls had any smarts, you'd be playin' tag right along with 'em."

"Why don't you?" Ginny Lee Kidrey asked.

"I'm eatin'. Ain't no reason to stuff down cake when I can play tag anytime I want."

"You're just a tomboy, Jessie Lassiter," said Dolly Watson, who always wore dresses and perfume that smelled like dead roses. "What do you know about boys?"

"Enough to know that they ain't worth wastin' time on."

The girls turned their noses up at me-all but Ginny Lee, who was the only real friend I had outside of Gemma, and even she had started to become more like the other girls of late.

The only reason I even had those other children at the party was because Momma insisted on it. She liked entertaining guests, but in our parts we didn't have much chance to entertain, and she took every chance she got. So every year I had to invite the kids from school to interrupt my summer vacation and celebrate my June birthday with a party. The only thing I ever liked about those parties was the food. I would have been satisfied to spend my birthday having boiled corn with Gemma.

Buddy Pernell stopped in front of me and tugged at my braid. "Still stuffin' your face?" he asked with a smirk. "Don't you like to do nothin' but eat?"

Knowing my short temper, all the boys loved to tease me just to see how much they could rile me. I responded to Buddy in my usual way. "I just like standin' here watchin' you boys beat each other up. And besides, ain't nothin' wrong with eatin'."

"There is if it makes you fat."

"I ain't fat!"

"You keep eatin' like that and you'll be fat as your momma."

Now, my momma wasn't fat. I knew that as well as I knew that Buddy Pernell's momma was. But it didn't matter. True or not, he'd insulted my momma, and it took me no time at all to react by shoving what was left of my cake right into Buddy's face, making extra sure to push upward so the frosting would fill his freckled nose.

Buddy wasn't so brave then. He began clawing at his face like I'd thrown acid on it, crying something fierce about not being able to breathe.

Momma ran over, hysterical, simultaneously scolding me and coddling Buddy. I responded to her by saying I'd never heard of anyone suffocating on cake before, but she didn't appreciate my rationalizing. I got a whack from her left hand and Buddy got a wipe across his face from her right. (Continues...)




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  • Posted February 9, 2011

    Loved this story! One of my favorite stories ever!

    This story was one I could'nt put down from beginning to end.I've already purchased the sequel. Definitely a must read.

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  • Posted November 22, 2008

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    excellent Depression Era historical tale

    In 1932 in Southern Virginia just turned thirteen years old Jessilyn Lester has her theory confirmed that bad things happen in the summer. When she was five her Granny Rose died; when she was seven her dog Skippy ran away; when she was eleven the drought killed the corn crop. However, the worst has just occurred when the parents of her best friend Gemma die in a fire.<BR/>---<BR/>Her Christian caring parents bring Gemma into their household with Jessilyn¿s dad vowing to the Lord he will raise the grieving child as if she was his biological daughter. However, the ¿unholy¿ actions of the Lester family disturb the townsfolk as they are white and Gemma is black. The neighbors shun them and stare at them with loathing in their eyes as if they are the devil. As the locals continue their insidious campaign of scorn and demand de jure segregation laws be enforced between the races, the Ku Klux Klan learns of the white family nurturing with love an inferior race child. They bring their brand of violence to town as hatred grows towards the family and their newcomer with the courageous patriarch refusing to bow to the dangerous pressure as he knows he has the Lord on his side for doing the right thing.<BR/>--- <BR/>This is an incredible Depression Era historical tale that provides insight into overt racism especially the effect on the innocence of the young. Readers will admire Mr. Lester for taking his stand though he would scoff at us insisting he only did the Christian thing. The two young females are fascinating protagonists as each is a recipient of hatred and outrage. Whereas Gemma has previously tasted this before, this is new to Jessilyn who questions her dad¿s wisdom as she becomes a pariah. Fans will enjoy this deep 1930s small Southern town saga in which ironically de facto segregation is more important to the well-being of the locals than the impoverished economy.<BR/>---<BR/>Harriet Klausner

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    Posted January 15, 2013

    Amazing book!

    I absolutely could not put it down! It left me turnimg pages left and right.

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  • Posted February 23, 2011

    Loved It

    It was a great book, truly enjoyed it!

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  • Posted January 10, 2011

    Loved it!

    I enjoyed this book so much that I can't wait to start on the others!

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    Great story..Loved it..

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  • Posted August 21, 2014

    Be a light in a cold, dark world It was the title that first ca

    Be a light in a cold, dark world

    It was the title that first caught my eye but the story completely drew me in.  Set in the hot summer of 1932 in western Virginia, it tells of a rural white family who took in an orphaned black girl and stood strong against all that happened because of it.  It's told through the eyes of the 13-year-old daughter of the family experiencing a &quot;coming-of-age&quot; summer. The title comes from advice the father tells his daughter - that to do what is right is to shine a light in a cold, dark world, like &quot;fireflies in December.&quot;

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  • Posted December 17, 2013

    This is the first book by Ms. Valent I have read and it is absol

    This is the first book by Ms. Valent I have read and it is absolutely wonderful. This is a story of friendship, courage, and being a Christian during difficult times. When the parents of Jessilyn's friend Gemma, who is black, dies her father takes Gemma into their home. Not an easy thing to do in the 1930s South. Jessilyn learns first hand the destructive power of prejudice and hatred BUT also the power of forgiveness and living out one's Christian faith. Strongly recommend this novel to everyone. I am anxious to read the next 2 in this trilogy.

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  • Posted January 14, 2013

    I wasn¿t sure what I would think about this book. Seeing as it w

    I wasn’t sure what I would think about this book. Seeing as it was set in the 30’s in the Deep South—I was honestly worried about the southern speech. Though I have lived in the South my entire life—I cannot stand to see books with a lot of stereotypical southern speech. This book did have a lot of southern slang and speech patterns but it was more in a speaking style rather than misspelling words to point out the southern accent. Therefore, I actually did enjoy reading this book. In this story we are taken back to a time of deep prejudice—a time when the Klan was in full power. I didn’t particularly enjoy some of the racial slurs used in the story because those slurs hurt me so deeply to read. I know it was necessary for the type of story but it still hurt me to feel such hatred based solely on skin color. This was a reality and I think books like this are important to remind us of the dark places we have been to in our history.

    About the Story
    Jessilyn is a young girl that has just turned thirteen. Jessi and her parents have hired help that they treat more like family and when tragedy strikes—the Lassiter family is determined to do the right thing by offering a home to young Gemma. This strikes fury in the hearts of the local Klan members who start to harass young Jessi and her family. From burning crosses in their yard to killing their pets and making very serious threats—this family is in turmoil but refuses to back down to the racism that is prevalent in their home town. When young Jessilyn laments that she has no idea what God expects her to do, her father catches a firefly and teaches her a beautiful lesson from which the title of the book is taken.

    &quot;That light is bright enough to light up a little speck of the night sky so a man can see it a ways away. That’s what God expects us to do. We’re to be lights in the dark, cold days that are this world. Like fireflies in December.”


    This is part one in a three-part story so while the story is concluded somewhat—we do not see the full set of trials that Jessi and her parents face while providing a home to a young “colored” girl. What we do see though is a final showing of love from both the white and black community as they pull together to support a man and his family that are determined to stand for what is right in a time when it could have cost him his life. Fireflies in December is a powerful story of acceptance and love that is told from the eyes of a thirteen year old girl who is coming to age in this very trying situation. I do wish that I could have seen more of the bond between Gemma and Jessi but that is a sacrifice you pay when you’re reading in first person. Otherwise I thought that while this book had some racial slurs (again, to show the situation of the day) and some violent themes—it was beautifully written and could be used as a way to talk to your young teen about racism and the hurt that it causes.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2013

    A must read.

    This is an excellent, excellent book dealing with an ugly, ugly topic. The perspective of a young girl gives it fresh and honest treatment. Her father is at once hero and comic relief. While espousing the "right" attitude toward race relations per our modern society, it does feel like these were 21st century characters placed back in time. Highly recommended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2012

    Love Triumphs

    A wonderfully written book about how the human spirit triumphs over hate and violence. A real page turner. Hard to put down.

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  • Posted July 1, 2012

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    Very emotional read! Reading through the eyes of Jessilyn as sh

    Very emotional read!

    Reading through the eyes of Jessilyn as she endures the racial prejudice of the south during the 1930&rsquo;s, opens your heart to what she had to endure. Her parents took in Gemma, her colored friend when Gemma&rsquo;s parents died in a fire. Life was not easy and hate is a horrible thing, but the strong will survive. I felt like I was right there in the midst of the south during that time. I am glad that read this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2012

    Stripepaw

    Stripepaw- *result nine

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  • Posted March 30, 2012

    This was an excellent book. Growing up in the south I can relate

    This was an excellent book. Growing up in the south I can relate to this book. The KKK has always been such a dangerous horrible group that really does exist. I would recommend this book to everyone. Once yhou start reading it you will not be able to put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    Fireflies in December is a story about racial prejudice during the depression era, but it is also more than that. It is a coming of age story for 13 year old Jessie. It is a story of friendship, love, faith, and trust. It is about how life can be frightening and confusing when the veil of childhood has been torn away. A wonderfully complex story with interesting characters, narrated by the spunky and plain-speaking Jessie. I plan to read the other two books in this trilogy.

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  • Posted April 28, 2011

    Amazing book

    I have really enjoyed this book. I love books like this. Currently reading it gor the second time.

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  • Posted January 4, 2011

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    Wow! What a great book!

    A book tastefully and truthfully written about racial prejudice in the south in the depression-era. It certainly makes me glad (as a white woman, even) that I did not live back in this time. Author told a riveting tale, there were several times that I could not stop reading at the end of a chapter.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2011

    I didn't want this book to end.

    It's a disappointment to discover there's no sequal. Sweet story with memorable characters.

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  • Posted December 31, 2010

    Wonderful!

    I have always loved depression era literature and this book definitely lived up to all that I hoped that it would. I would not hesitate to recommend this book series to anyone!

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  • Posted December 30, 2010

    Awesome :)

    Great book.... had to read it straight through!!!!

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