Feldman's story reads like Zora Neale Hurston's prose: a journey of life, of finding a place to call home, while struggling against society's dictates. There's certain parts that clearly play a homage to Their Eyes Were Watching God as the two young women look for the future. With a heartbreaking 15 pages at the end, the truth of the 1950s remains stark and clear.

Sisters can't always stay with you, can't always join your journey, but it's important to make the attempt. At least in Judith's poor, white perspective, where worrying about safety is never a problem. Cassie's cautious observations show the view through the eyes of a poor black young woman. The road to misery, of putting the past behind them.

I wasn't expecting to enjoy the book as much as I did. Once I really started reading, got into the story, it was hard to put down. The adventures meshed with the 'show don't tell' motto every writer learns in school. Truths become solid when least expecting it, even with the clear build up. Ghosts chase, but not necessarily the ones you expect.

Recommended for readers who like the not-so-perfect reality of a non-Dallas life.