I had a truckload of notes marking and highlighting lines when I finished this book. And boy, isn't it a sad and depressing book. Yes, it tells the story of Pecola Breedlove, but not every page is about her. We get to know the story of Pecola's friends, Pecola's father, Pecola's mother, and even the very last person Pecola turned to for help granting her wish to get a pair of blue eyes so that she can feel (and be) pretty.

Finishing this book leaves me with so much anger inside. While I know that this is fiction, I believe even today, in my country, there are still young girls who aren't seen as a person by the adults around them and thus they receive poor treatment. I believe there are still men and fathers like Cholly who don't deserve a child, let alone a daughter.

This book is freaking depressing.
It's so good that I'm not sure I want to touch it again in the future.

And reading these lines while knowing about the massacre of people and children in Palestine just makes me choke on my own tears.

Did you forget? Did you forget about the children? Yes. You forgot. You let them go wanting, sit on road shoulders, crying next to their dead mothers. You forgot, Lord. You forgot how and when to be God.

Holy shit.