2010 National Book Award Winner,
Young People's Literature
Philomel Books, a division of Penguin Young Readers Group
ABOUT THE BOOK
In Caitlin’s world, everything is black or white. Things are good or bad. Anything in between is confusing. That’s the stuff Caitlin’s older brother, Devon, has always explained. But now Devon’s dead and Dad is no help at all. Caitlin wants to get over it, but as an eleven-year-old girl with Asperger’s, she doesn’t know how. When she reads the definition of closure, she realizes that is what she needs. In her search for it, Caitlin discovers that not everything is black and white—the world is full of colors—messy and beautiful.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
was a lawyer for fifteen years before turning to her
first love: writing. Her debut novel, Quaking,
was one of YALSA’s Top Ten Quick Picks for Reluctant
Young Adult Readers. She lives in Virginia with her
husband, two children, and dog, Maxine.
Publishers Weekly Q&A with
Kathryn Erskine. Copyright © 2010. Used with permission of Philomel Books, a division of Penguin Young Readers Group.
Dad says it’s time to go back to school so here
Back in Mrs. Brook’s room.
Sitting at the little round table.
I look at the walls and not much has changed except
that the mad face on the Facial Expressions Chart now
has a mustache. I know because I have looked at that
chart about a million times to try figure out which
emotion goes with each face. I’m not very good
at it. I have to use the chart because when I look at
real faces I don’t Get It. Mrs. Brook says people
have a hard time understanding me because I have Asperger’s
so I have to try extra hard to understand them and that
means working on emotions.
I’d rather work on drawing.
Hi Caitlin, Mrs. Brook says softly. She still smells like Dial Body Wash.
I look at the chart and nod. This means I’m listening even if there’s no eye contact.
So how are you?
I suck on my sleeve and stare at the chart.
How are you feeling?
I stare at the chart some more and hear myself sigh. My stomach feels all yucky like it’s at recess which is my worst subject but I take a deep breath and try to Deal With It. Finally I say, I feel like TiVo.
She leans across the table toward me. Not too close to my Personal Space because I’ll use my words to tell her to back off if she gets too close. Say again?
What do you mean?
I fast forward through the bad parts and all of a sudden I’m watching something and I’m not sure how I got there.
She scratches the part in her hair with her forefinger. The rest of her fingers stick up in the air and move like they’re waving. Then she stops. I see, she says.
I look around the room. What do you see? I ask.
I think you’d like to forget about the painful events you’ve been through.
I want to tell her that I prefer TiVo on mute and I wish she’d cooperate. But if I do it’ll start a whole Let’s Talk About It discussion so I say nothing.