Kids love gelatin in many shaky forms, colours and even shapes. But for some, childhood itself is like walking down a road of gelatin: shaky, with nothing to hold onto. Yet the resilience and capacity of perseverance of youth are amazing. Ms. Waters reminds us of this as we walk down Ghellow Road with her.
T. H. Waters recalls childhood in a very heartrending, moving story. Her ability to recollect images from childhood is acute. The sounds, sights, and smells of Ghellow Road are clear and vivid. It brought to mind scenes and images from my own childhood.
Children should be able to count on the security and safety offered by parents. Our narrator, Theresa, does not have that. As she grows, she is forced to learn to count on others and ultimately herself. She must learn to trust her own judgment regarding life.
Childhood shapes us, but it does not have to define us. We never get over it, but we do get through it. Theresa not only survives… she triumphs. T.H. Waters’ book broke my heart, but then gently pieced it back together. It is a painfully beautiful story of what love does to us and what it makes us.