These kinds of books are tricky to review, particularly when the audience is younger children, like 9, 10, and 11 years old. On the one hand, this is a cute story about two best friends in the Summer of 1976, a white boy and a black girl from Georgia trying to overcome their fears, small and large, around the backdrop of a presidential election in which Jimmy Carter, himself a native and governor of the state, is vying for a seat in the White House. The relationship between the kids is innocent enough to allow for natural and nuanced discussions of race, particularly as Gabriel, overcoming his own fears of growing up and dealing with bullies, learns to empathize with the greatest fears of Frita and the way her family has dealt with hatred over the years, even before Frita was old enough to remember. But on the other hand, for a story that ends on diverse families attempting to address racism at a public rally, the author seems to offer up a cliche that love ultimately conquers all, which is misleading in the context of a still-racially divided society, in religion, in communities, in prisons, in income gaps and unemployment. Had I read this at the time it was published in 2005, I might have thought it was heartwarming and hopeful, but now, in 2020, I find it tired. It’s a well-enough written tale that I’m led to ask, as a teacher, whether it would at least serve as a starting point for healthy classroom conversation or whether it would feed a certain type of language into the minds and the mouths of those who never thought to use that language before, in which case, it could cause more harm than good. I’m truly on the fence.