Although I enjoyed the storyline of a girl coming to terms with her sister’s death and her relationship with her parents (particularly her father), the book wasn’t one of my taste. For starters, the language was too easy. It made me feel like a 6th, 7th grader again. I don’t think I’m that picky—I mean, a more average voice with a bit of sophisticated words will do for me, really.
Something that stood out to me was the topic. I’m thinking that’s the reason why the book got the 2000 National Book Award Finalist title. It certainly helped that prior to reading this, I was studying about the Apartheid and had an ounce of knowledge as to who Nelson Mandela was. Otherwise, the mentioning of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission hearings and struggle for independence would’ve just seemed so foreign. So it’s about Africa and the aftermath of the apartheid. About how a girl and her father takes a trip to South Africa after Berry’s sister gets murdered there.
One of the things I don’t agree with is the title. And the symbolism idea of stones. In the beginning, Berry mentions how she keeps a pile of stones in her room and stacks them on top of herself. In a way, I understand that it’s supposed to represent a kind of burden or that she’s feeling heavy because she can’t say what’s on her chest, but there’s just something that doesn’t click with me. When I put it that way, it makes sense. But when I read it along the lines of the book, I feel lost, like I’m not sure what the author is trying to tell me. But, back to the title: definitely not catchy. If this hadn’t been a recommendation, it’s hard to say that I would’ve picked this up on my own. Most likely, I wouldn’t.
Another thing I liked was the occasional deep passage. Like in a witty kind of way that makes you really think. And to show what I mean:
“I look around and don’t see anything. Just a huge pile of steaming crap in the middle of the road. I turn to my father. ‘You woke me up to see that?’ I ask. ‘Yes,’ he tells me. ‘Dung. Or, as it’s commonly called, shit.’ He raises his eyebrows up. ‘Shit, Berry. I thought you might be interested to see a pile of what you seem to think the whole world is full of.’” (Coman 92).
Did I mention that Berry’s father is one of the coolest parental figures I’ve read about in a long time? He’s smart and opinionated, and he tries so hard to do the right thing for his daughter when she doesn’t appreciate it at all. He has his own voice in this story and rather than concentrating on Berry’s I found myself looking forward to the father’s scenes. And you know it’s not a good sign when you’re bored by the main character and want to hear from the sidekick.
On a final note, I don't get what's with the high ratings, or even the award. I can think of many books who deserve awards for being well-written, but hey, I'm not the judge.