“She had grown.”
This book has left me with a longing I can’t explain. It guided me through different sets of eyes and made me understand their intentions. If I met the people in this book, I would side and be friends with the Newlings, who are just a normal and healthy family. And definitely would be judgmental with Wavy’s parents and the people around them, who are deeply involved with drugs, adultery, and just recklessness. I would only see them as the “people” on the news. So this book had to break my walls and made me see that are no bad people, only people who do bad things. They’re not just people on the news, but also as real as I am. Yes, the characters were deeply flawed, but what I love about this book is they were written around the main character, Wavy. And we can see how they treat her with kindness understanding. It made a good balance for having such horrible parents. I was initially worried with every new character introduced, that they could hurt Wavy more but I was always proven wrong.
There’s also the discussion of a forbidden relationship that was hard for me to take upon. Maybe in any angle, it can only be categorized as pedophilia. I had a hard time worrying about where it would go. But in the end, what the book only prove is how we refuse to acknowledge the voice of children. That’s what hit me the most. I was trying to pinpoint while reading the book what was making me frustrated, which later on I figured out was the child voice in my head saying, “Why can’t they just listen?” When that person did, it only got me more confused. I read the author’s note in the end, giving a commentary on why some children can be easy preys. Society don’t usually give them a voice, and when they still push to make themselves heard, no one would believe them. In Wavy’s life, I didn’t see who did her right or did her wrong, all it made me realize is who valued and respected her as a person.
All I can say through all of this, it would be one of the books I’d go back to. It opened my eyes by showing me the realness of people. I need to stop looking at them as merely shapes and forms who look like me. There’s always more to them.














