This is the mind-path that August wanders after unexpectedly seeing… someone on a train during a return trip to New York City. A sister, a friend, a stranger. All of the above. But also something more. A reminder and a place holder for a larger and more complicated grief that waited in the sidelines of August's mind until she could grasp it and hold it and know it.

Woodson holds nothing back in Another Brooklyn. She weaves fully-realized characters around each other and through a world that is beautiful and ugly and treacherous and real. And in the process, she reminds us what it is to be children trying to make sense of things we cannot fully understand.