My house is made up of yellow and white limestone. My friend Jane’s is bright red brick. If you were to ask me what the color of her house means to me. I would say an easy way to identify this house. In my opinion, the color of someones house is just not a way to detect anything from her personality.
It is simply put, the color of her house. What if I were to tell you that that red was a symbol of love? That the reason it was red brick was because Jane’s parents loved each other so much they decided to express the love in the color of their house just to remind them of the love they share? Seems a little outlandish but at the same time seems extremely normal. The author, Sue , showed us very well, by including quotes from other books and through her text, principles that should be carried with us throughout our life.
The character development
in this book was very good. Through the first couple of pages I found out about Lily and her thoughts. Eventually I learned about Rosaleen and when she drips the snuff juice on the shoes of the older white men when the harrass her for voting.
At first she seemed to not really care much for Lily but in the end, I thought of her as a more motherly figure for her, she seemed like the strong type of mother, the one who fights for the rights of he children. When the two eventually get to Tiburon, they meet August, June and May. August Boatwright, is obviously the eldest of the trio, she witholds much of the power in the household and is the one everyone looks up to. By the end of the book I saw her as more of the ever-loving motherly type. Ms. June Boatwright automatically has a resentment towards Lily and the two seem to clash in Lily’s thoughts.
When we find out in the end why that is, you see it’s because she is another strong-willed black woman. June would be the type of mother I could see urging you to stand up to the bully in your classroom. May, the fun and entergetic one of the bunch seems just like the sweetest lady you’ve ever meet. You wouldn’t want to bring up anything that would upset her as the slightest thing could send her to her wailing wall (the wall she made to cry and store her prayers in).