Saturday, February 18, 2006
Milkweed
Milkweed by Jerry Spinelli
Milkweed doesn't really know who he is. He lives on the streets of Warsaw and may be a Jew, he sleeps in a pack with other Jewish homeless boys. They survive through thievery and the protection and warmth they give each other.
Not cutesy, not overwhelmingly depressing though the story is as sad and depressing as could almost be (at least he has friends). What can be done when the friendship that helps us survive as human beings conflicts with the anonymity which could keep our bodies safe?
Milkweed doesn't really know who he is. He lives on the streets of Warsaw and may be a Jew, he sleeps in a pack with other Jewish homeless boys. They survive through thievery and the protection and warmth they give each other.
Not cutesy, not overwhelmingly depressing though the story is as sad and depressing as could almost be (at least he has friends). What can be done when the friendship that helps us survive as human beings conflicts with the anonymity which could keep our bodies safe?
# posted by JJ @ 5:35 PM 
