It was certainly a good way to restart my reviewing career.
Spin is a wonderful, heartfelt, refreshing story about family.
It is not about romance and teenage angst. No ridiculous mean girls and high school drama. Just one family, trying to find themselves despite their one missing piece.
Each family member was an equal part of the story. The story wasn’t about Dizzy and her spinning career. Nor was it about her brother and his longing for knowledge and an education. It wasn’t solely about their father and his love for his children and how much he struggles to keep their family happy and normal despite his children’s mother having left them a decade ago, leaving one child with hate for her and the other with questions.
This book was about all of those things; it was the story of a family in which all parts weaved together equally to create an honest story of people caring for each other and trying to find their way in the world.
I could relate to this family, and I’m sure many of you could too. It ended well for everyone, in a believable way that gives the reader hope. This family didn’t just miraculously get healed and the children didn’t miraculously reunite with their mother. But the ending makes you realize that, for them, everything will be ok and that they have only just begun the journey towards healing.
If you need a break from the typical drama, cliches, and tropes of most YA and Middle Grade literature, I recommend this book. And if you are in need of some healing, perhaps this novel could be therapeutic.
I lost power at my house last night, due to Hurricane Irma. Thankfully there wasn’t any serious damage at my house, only minor flooding and some branches down. I had some family evacuate from their homes to stay with me, and I have just gotten a new puppy and I was taking care of him. Continue reading →
I received a NetGalley copy in exchange for an honest review.
I enjoyed the way that the author portrayed ‘Mirror Worlds’. There is a magical equivalent of New York’s Manhattan, called Manahata. While in Manahata, one could see the shadow of Manhattan. You could see the shape of buildings of New York, but they were insubstantial and you could walk through them. Continue reading →