Publication Feb. 14, 2022
I wanted to give Bailey Finch a big hug. Several hugs, actually, plus some ear scratches to Sheba. Heck, the father needed a few hugs, too, so I guess I spent a good portion of the book imagining a hug-fest.
Bailey's mom has died of cancer, leaving the family adrift in grief. Her father is lost in his grief, barely acknowledging Bailey. Too young to grasp how grief works, she feels he no longer cares. She tries hard to bring him out of his grief but feels her words don't penetrate and that he no longer seems to even see her. He just sits and stares at the television or the photo of her mom on the mantle. She fears he doesn't care about her.
Unable to reach through her father's grief, Bailey clings to Sheba all the more. Sheba, the dog, was a gift to Bailey from her mom on the day she learned
her mom had cancer, so when Sheba becomes seriously ill, Bailey feels
helpless. Helpless and alone. But, she isn't alone. She has a neighbor that cares, another subtle reminder to readers that one person can make a difference, and finds a sense of purpose when she teams up with a friend, Israel, to convince the town to clean up the creek where her beloved dog got into something harmful. It was one of her mother's favorite places.
Quite frankly, I cuddled my own dog closer as I read of Sheba's stay at the vet hospital. Yet, this story is more than a story about Bailey spear-heading a town clean-up of the creek and her grief. It's a reminder to us that we can all make a difference, however small. In the process of reading you'll encounter grief and loneliness, not to mention the role misunderstanding such intense emotions can make, but hope.
Thanks #NetGalley and #TextPublishing - #TextPublishingCompany for introducing me to Bailey and her dad, not to mention Sheba. This is a lovely story that reminds us not only do we all grieve differently but that while living isn't easy, we can all make a difference. Now I need to go hug my dog.
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