Turner finds when he moves to Phippsburg, Maine, that life is very different from Boxton. They don't even pitch baseball the same. His only friend is a Negro girl from Malaga Island. And talking to Negro girls is not the kind of behavior expected of a minister's boy.
A very good historical novel. A bit wordy, sometimes I had to go back a re-read a paragraph. Some sly humour, some tragedy, some growing.
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"Oh hell," said Mrs. Cobb, "it's warm here. Get me a ginger ale."
Holling has to stay in school alone on Wednesday afternoons because he isn't Jewish nor Catholic. Hard to read the last quarter, as I was crying so much.