✰ 4 stars ✰
“And do you know what a bud is? A bud is a flower-to-be. A flower-in-waiting. Waiting for just the right warmth and care to open up. It’s a little fist of love waiting to unfold and be seen by the world.
And that’s you.”
One of my fondest memories of middle school is of when my 6th grade English teacher asked me to stay behind after the bell had rung signalling the end of class - which was also the last period of the day, hence everyone rushing to their lockers to avoid any last minute homework assignments - and asked me if I would be interesting in writing a book review for one of the books from the latest batch of newly released books the school library had recently received - 'the next thing about the air in the library is that no other place smells anything like it.' 📚📚 As assistant librarian, Mr.David thought it would be helpful for potential readers to have a fellow student's perspective on a book that they might be interested in reading. Being the diligent student and voracious reader that I was - and c'mon, who's going to refuse a teacher - I said yes.
I still remember holding the hardcover edition of Bud, Not Buddy in my hands in its mint condition and that extra jacket that gave its extra oomph. I remember feeling so honored and dare I say it, a little smug that Mr. David had chosen me to write a student review. 😏 And then, I remember panicking at my desk at home - staring at my computer screen - thinking 'what have I got myself into? I don't know how to write a review. Book reports are hard enough as it is!' 😄 But, as it was, I figured it out - after all, words have to come from the heart.
It's been rough pickings for ten-year-old Bud, Not Buddy; bouncing through the foster care system since he was orphaned at six years old, all he has to call his own is a suitcase full of precious memorabilia that is his only connection to the memory of his beloved mother and the name she blessed him with - 'Bud is your name and don’t you ever let anyone call you anything outside of that either --- Your name is Bud, period.' And after a disastrous turn at one of the chosen foster families for him leaves him broken and bruised - rather than re-enter the system, he starts off on the intrepid journey to 'walk clean across the state of Michigan' on the lam in the pursuit for his supposed father.
“There comes a time when you’re losing a fight that it just doesn’t make sense to keep on fighting. It’s not that you’re being a quitter, it’s just that you’ve got the sense to know when enough is enough.”
Children are so fearlessly honest - it's something so very admirable. And Bud definitely was. Full of determination and kindness and a heart full of conviction, he never faltered in the face of fear. It was a wonder to see the ways of the world through his eyes after being kept cooped up for so long. Independence offers a whole other door to experiences previously closed to him. He had loved his mother fiercely and it was her memory and keepsakes that led him on that determined path to seek out his father. 🥺 He knew no one nor did he have anyone who would care for him or be concerned for his well-being and that really broke my heart at how lonely he felt in life - how he didn't fight for anything, simply a place to belong. 'But the tears coming out doesn’t happen to me anymore, I don’t know when it first happened, but it seems like my eyes don’t cry no more.' There was that youthful spirit to him that was still mired by that loneliness of being alone for so long and having to look after yourself without anyone having anyone caring for you - or loving you. And to find that again - he braved dangers and met interesting companions and risked his life simply for the chance to stake his claim in what was his. 😟
His personality shined in the way he spoke to the audience - in the way he knew he had to abide by certain rules to survive, those 'Bud Caldwell’s Rules and Things to Have a Funner Life and Make a Better Liar Out of Yourself', which earned a chuckle out of me - while also knowing and understanding the signs of what to look out for when trouble is on the rise. 😞 'Being unhappy about it is one thing, but torturing the kids who are there even though they don’t want to be is another.' His life as a foster child has been so rough on him, my heart hurt for him and all that he had to put up with - for silence in acceptance is the only means for survival - and how he was so concerned for the wellbeing of others. 🤍
The start was a bit of an alarm to me - as I couldn't help but wonder what my first reaction had been back then, followed by that unsuspecting ending; although, as a much older reader now, I did kinda figure out what to expect. There were still surprises a-plenty that he stumbled upon along his search, and the author captured it with such a candid feel to it that I appreciated. 👌🏻 It's this very heart-warming and quietly resilient coming-of-age story for a young boy who grows up amidst discovering where the heart of his family truly lies after being wayward for so very long. It's that soft reminder to appreciate the little things in life that we take for granted - from family to the basic necessities of life, from the love and the pain - to the time that we are blessed with and the opportunities of living well - that help make us who we are and we should not forget who we are. Bud never let anyone take away his identity; so fiercely protective of his name, for that defined him. ❤️🩹❤️🩹
“Writ about their car in fancy letters it said, THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE AMERICA TODAY!
My pretend daddy read it and said, “Uh-uh-uh, well, you got to give them credit, you wouldn’t expect that they’d have the nerve to come down here and tell the truth.”
With the right balance of humor and heart, the author also did a commendable job of portraying what life was like during the Great Depression - regardless of the color of your skin. I appreciated the dialogue and the various unique characters the author introduced to depict the time period, as well as how even in a short few moments, he captured the resilience of the people and their loyalty towards one another. 😥 Through Bud's wistful and searching eyes, we get glimpses of the struggles of everyone affected by the gripping economy and how, despite the seriousness of the moment, everyone was searching for any possible means to alleviate their grievances in any small way - turning to entertainment and music to reassure them that out of one of the bleakest moments in their history, there is still a hopeful glimmer for them to cling on to. 🫂
A funny coincidence is that before I chose to re-read this, a few months ago I read another book by this same author - which surprisingly I enjoyed a lot more; his name felt so very familiar to me, yet I couldn't recall where I had seen it before. When I checked out his bio and other works and saw Bud, Not Buddy featured in his list, I let out a small laugh. Well, wonders never cease? Guess I had a way of picking the good stuff right from the start. 😌 I'm also getting a better understanding of what the Newbery Selection tends to gravitate towards upon choosing their winners - a book that carries not only an emotional pull to it that resonates with its young readers, but also has a certain historical gravitas to it - one that skillfully incorporates fiction and fact together - without it being cumbersome or tedious. One that enlightens but is still engaging, too. 👍🏻
“There’s another thing that’s strange about the library, it seems like time flies when you’re in one.”
I don't remember exactly what my first initial thoughts were after I first completed it those twenty-something years ago. What I do remember is a couple of weeks later, standing at the library displays featuring all new releases and turning the book over to look at the back cover where Mr.David had paper clipped my 10 font size column printed review - and feeling a little bit proud when I read Review By Amina. 🥹 We may have teased Mr.David for being a hippie from the 70s, but I have always been forever grateful to him for asking me for this. He may always be remembered as that one and only teacher who taught me that there are other adjectives other than nice that can be used to describe something, but he's also the one who saw in me how much I loved reading and trusted me as a voice to speak honestly about a book. Maybe that is a part of me that feels somewhat cathartic and comfortable expressing myself as openly and respectfully as I can in my reviews, here. 🙏🏻🙏🏻