Some books stay with us long after we forget where we were sitting when we read them.For me, one of those books was The Girl with the Silver Eyes
Some books stay with us long after we forget where we were sitting when we read them.
For me, one of those books was The Girl with the Silver Eyes by Willo Davis Roberts.
I read it as a child, and I still remember the feeling of it.
The story follows Katie, a girl who has unusual silver eyes and abilities that make her different from the people around her. She can move objects without touching them. She is intelligent, observant, and independent, but she is also lonely. Other people don’t quite understand her, and Katie knows she doesn’t quite fit.
Eventually, she begins to wonder about something children have wondered in a thousand different ways: Am I the only one?
Her search for answers leads her toward other children who may be more like her than she ever imagined. Of course, most of us didn’t have silver eyes or telekinetic powers. But many of us knew what it was like to be the child who felt different.
Maybe you were shy. Bookish. Awkward. Highly imaginative. The new kid. The only Black child in the classroom. The child who noticed things other people seemed to miss. The girl who wasn’t interested in what all the other girls liked. The boy with one good friend instead of ten.
Sometimes childhood is filled with wonderful belonging. Sometimes it is filled with the quiet search for it. When I look back, that was some of the magic. The questions and the beginning of the quest.
That is one reason I’m starting a book club here at RosasChildren.
I want to discover newer treasures, uncover forgotten stories, and help parents, grandparents, teachers, librarians, and other caring adults find books for the children in their lives.
We’ll talk honestly about what’s inside the books, too. Not to tell families what they should or shouldn’t read, but to give adults enough information to make those decisions themselves.
And most of all, I want to find stories that leave room for children to be complicated little human beings.
Funny ones. Lonely ones. Brave ones. Odd ones. Sensitive ones. Stubborn ones. Dreamers. Observers. Adventurers. Children still looking for their people.
Because sometimes a child doesn’t need someone to explain who they are.
Sometimes they just need to open a book and discover: There are other children in the world who feel a little different, too.
Welcome to the RosasChildren Book Club.
I think we’re going to find some wonderful books together.
PS. I still own a copy for my inner child.
Summary of ‘The Girl with the Silver Eyes’ by Willo Davis Roberts