I've never read Roll of Thunder. There was another book that hit me hard, though ... and of course I can't remember the name of it now. Something about the redfern? Or the lilies?
Damn it. I have to Google now. Ah! Where the Lilies Bloom was the title.
There's also
Where the Red Fern Grows
but that's about dogs.
Amy, I remember that one too! Appalachia, poverty and orphans. With the mentally challenged sister, right?
Yes! Damn, now I want to reread all of these books. Aimee, you want me to do your homework for you?
And Laga, Where the Redfern Grows was the title I was conflating with Lilies.
Yeah, me too. I'm mentally combing the bookshelf in my old bedroom. I know exactly where I put some of those books when I moved out.
About ten years ago, I designed the costumes for The Diary of Anne Frank. I read so many books about the Holacaust, and in particular young people, that I completely made myself sick with grief. To the point that I still have recurring Holocaust dreams. Then I realized that there was literally nothing I could do about history and I had learned enough that I hope I would be able to fight against something like that in the future. And so I am no longer able to read about the Holocaust, and I may be missing some good books, but I am OK with that to spare my mental health.
a YA about someone named Liese during WW2
Number the Stars, I think.
I'm the same way with movies. After
Life is Beautiful
I was done with holocaust tales. Likewise
The Deer Hunter
and POW films.
I think Roll of Thunder is a terrific book.