On the surface, the Brooklyn that August knows is a child’s pleasure, full of the passionate friendships of girlhood and the characters who populate a child’s understanding of home. But there is another Brooklyn, a different Brooklyn, that lurks below the surface: a Brooklyn of white flight and self-loathing, of poverty and anxiety, of fear and loss. With the kind of evocative, affecting prose that only a poet with Jacqueline Woodson’s chops can pen, both Brooklyns — and their accompanying tales of love, loss, and memory — will stay with you long after you turn the final page. This short volume is sure to prompt second and third readings.
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