The examination of female friendship while growing up was so beautifully described. Woodson's writing is so lyrical and moves the story along with grace. I just wish this book was longer! I really loved the "On Writing Another Brooklyn" section at the end of the book as well. Woodson closed off her note with, "At the day's end, a writer lives alone with her story, wrestling with characters and settings, and the way light filters into and out of a scene. The deeper messages often escape her. Sometimes I take for granted the journey through the telling. At other times I curse the muse's power. but through it all, I live each day in deep gratitude." Are you kidding me? I'd cut off a limb if it meant I could write like that.