After not finishing the book the first time I started reading it, I picked it up again to try to finish it. This time the story captured me and I read half the night to finish! Being too young to remember the tumult of 1964, but remembering coverage of the integration of schools in Louisville, I appreciate Lily's acceptance of the African American women who took her in. Our world is so much better when we allow the distinction of skin color to blur and accept others for the human beings we are. Our prejudices can prevent us from learning lessons which would help us, while acceptance fosters growth.