I WANT NAMES, DAMMIT.
“Outside Over There” was and is my particular favorite because it had so much to do with my sister and the awfulness of her having to take care of me. She pushed me and pulled me. I loved her and I hated her. There was nothing in her that made me think girls weren’t as capable of anger the way boys were.
If one is to believe in peaceful coexistence, the first messengers of that peace will be children’s books.