I just finished reading, The Length of a String. A wonderful read, one of those kinds of reads that one wishes would have gone on much longer, and yet, it was just right. This is the story of a young black girl (Imani) who had been adaopted by a white Jewish family. While unquestioning in her faith, this is the only family she has ever known, but she’s longing to find out more about her actual birth parents. In her search, she comes upon the diary of her great-grandmother (Anna) who recently died.
While looking through the diary, Imani and her friends become involved in the early life and struggle of the great-grandmother when she was sent from war torn Europe to New York in 1941 to live with a different family.
I found the story to be a captivating insight into the lives of these characters. I also found the story to be moving and sentimental, showing that what happens in the long run is sometimes more important than the imediate wants we may have.