Manuela Blayne depicts undaunted optimism in the face of unfairness.
Despite a legacy of inopportunity, Manuela sees the hope of a bright and sparkling future. Like any other thirteen-year-old, she plays childlike with her neighbors. Adulthood comes early in a harsh manner though. Manuela has reached the age of understanding that Jesus loves her, but she must decide whether she can trust him to hold her hand through the darkness.
Although eleven-year-old Trudy spends her time trying to be all she thinks she should be—a good daughter and sister, a sixth-grade scholar, a mischievous kid—she finds herself brooding about the inequities surrounding her.
Manuela Blayne is not a memoir. It’s a work of fiction, and yet it has the bittersweet reality of a place where a young girl bleeds pink and eats clay. Even though I can never understand how it feels to be Manuela Blayne, I want to take you deep into her world.