I strongly admire Blanco's attraction to the underdog, and constant will to defend it like in her speech her first day of freshman year. My mom told me that this book was about school bullying. Why does she always suggest I read the saddest books?
Jodee's story is only intensifying. Except, I am noticing that things were always bad. She started off good in fourth grade with everyone, then again at the new school she had to transfer to, but why did she always have to start over? Because her parents were letting her run away. Reading about what these kids did to her though like physically made it understandable.
What if your child was in that situation? Would you tell them to basically grow a pair and learn to toughen up, even defend yourself if necessary? I honestly don't know. The sad thing is I never really had those problems with girls. My sister did, but I didn't. All that crying freshman year was me, all me. I was not rejected, let alone did I even give myself a chance to be. I was so quiet. I remember sitting with some sophomores I had known from lacrosse. They did not tell me I should not eat my lunch. Hell, they actually bought school lunch and ate every thing on those plastic trays. I was the one that told myself I should throw away my plump brown bag. The sades part was at the end of the day, my mom would ask me how my lunch was or if I got the note she packed. What did I say? Great. Yes. How would I even know? I never ate did. I hope Jodee never gets to the point where she lies to her parents about stuff like that, but I can only assume she will.
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