this is the first book i remember finishing in one sitting. i cried so much, i felt so much, i grieved with those two outstandingly normal girls and for myself and my janus faced father. i tried to learn about their culture and their differences and to learn about the difficulties they face to not take my priviledge for granted, but i know i am pretentious even in trying to do so. i loved all these strong yet weak women in this book, the hippies and healers and beauticians and doctors that stood up for each other and faced the world. i loved the ending. i loved the depiction of this strange, flawed father and how he was so deeply human in everything these girls told me about him. i am devastated but also happy. i should read about grief more often.