You can smell and hear and feel the clanking, grinding, clicking of the copper then brass then soda cans then everyday leftover household items Bird's mom with her "wrists as thin as wire" pilfers from what I imagine are abandoned or foreclosed homes in the outskirts of New Orleans. Bird cuddles these items in the backseat of her mom's car while hiding under a blanket from the red and blue lights until, one day, she ends up in a foster home.
Hovendon's story is musical, energetic, and agile: it balances leaps of time and evokes the fragile, dangerous chaos of her life using spare details and the somersaulting sound-senses of rough metal clinking and clanging.
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