I had just turned five when I the twin towers fell. I don't remember the emotion. I do remember that I was excited because we were supposed to start homeschooling that day and my mom pushed it back. I remember my mom crying and that I was confused about it. I thought that the towers that my mom saw on the television was a movie that was showing on every channel for some odd reason. I remember all of these things, but I don't remember it well enough. I was five, I shouldn't expect any more of myself. Whenever I read books about 9/11 I always try to read with an open mind and try to feel the emotions that people were going through at the time.

This book was good, but it wasn't amazing. There was nothing for me to hate about this book. It had raw emotions. It had alternating chapters (which is something I absolutely love). And, it had believable characters who I really did enjoy. So why didn't I give it a flying colors review? Honestly, there was something missing about this book, but I'm not quite sure if I would be able to tell you exactly what it is. This book went deep and it was raw, but it didn't hit be deep or make me feel raw. I'm not quite sure why.