Eleven-year-old Dorothy “Donut” Sedgewick has recently lost her father. (Her mother died long before the start of the story) Now her Aunt Agnes has moved in to look after her, and has plans to move the two of them to Boston where Donut can attend the school Agnes and her sister, Jo, run.
As if it wasn’t bad enough that Aunt Agnes serves lumpy oatmeal for breakfast and disapproves of Donut’s taxidermy hobby, now she wants to take Donut away from everything she’s ever known. And even Sam, the local taxidermist can’t convince Agnes to stay. So as a last resort, Donut takes her father’s folding boat and runs away to a cabin on the other side of the lake, hoping Aunt Agnes will give up and go back to Boston without her.
There’s something very raw and real about the way Donut handles her grief over her father’s death. She won’t admit it to herself, but she desperately tries to hang onto her father’s memory: his shed full of inventions, his spot at the weekly poker game, his friend Sam the taxidermist… And even when Agnes tries to make a peace offering - the very Atlas Donut had been saving up for - Donut refuses to let this woman into her life.
With beautiful writing and excellent use of metaphors, I was incapable of putting this one down. Donut is a fun, clever, and at times believably flawed character. A tomboy in the late 20s, hanging out with boys and stitching up dead animals for fun. A huge part of her life has just changed, and now it’s about to change even more, and it frightens her deep inside, but she covers it up with anger; closing herself off, making rash decisions. It won’t be until she’s worked her way through the stages of grief that she’ll finally be able to move on.