Another Brooklyn by Jacqueline Woodson

This is a short and beautiful book. I finished it in a couple of sittings and wanted to start all over again.

Why the title? I think the Washington Post reviewer got it right!

Woodson reminds us that this was, indeed, another Brooklyn, far from the tony borough of multi-million-dollar brownstones and speciality grocery stores. Heroin addicts wobble along these streets. A prostitute who lives beneath August’s family loses her children to Social Services. “White people we didn’t know filled the trucks with their belongings,” August remembers, “and in the evenings, we watched them take long looks at the buildings they were leaving, then climb into station wagons and drive away.”