The reasons why I preferred The Gospel Truth, by Caroline Pignat, over One, by Sarah Crossan, can be condensed to this:
- I found the plot of the former more plausible, it had a natural inertia, whereas the latter seemed to need 'a push'. It was contrived.
- The free-verse format was employed more skillfully by Pignat. Phoebe's voice rises from the page, replete with a Southern drawl; not bad for an Irish-Canadian author.
- It spoke to me...
And what to do about my young brethren, whose self-imposed illiteracy robs them of this much-needed perspective? Coming back to The Gospel Truth, at one point Phoebe's den-mother Bea proffers the following: "white men are all want and nothing but trouble." Ouch. But in fairness, how far have we come since those Antebellum days, given the new POTUS's plans to grab his female constituents'... attention? Sigh. Forgive my belated outrage, I know more that half of you are all too familiar with this conundrum.
But, here's a thought! Perhaps GTA should be bundled with a paperback copy of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn?