A strong and sweet biography, bristling with a generous helping of memory, vivid life, prose, and an unanticipated realism; a realism that rivals the highest things in literature. "When I was Seven" is human - a living story that adores the relationship between the narrator and her grandmother. The moments are truthful and heartfelt, and the wisdom is unforgettable: "Toys break, but Grandmas don’t.” Bramwell is genuine in her treatment of life, death, and family. She speaks to you through the narrator, and one cannot help but become a sibling or cousin of this affectionate family. You will enjoy this sweet tale, of a young child and that child's view of a very adult world.
Bramwell is genuine in her treatment of life, death, and family.
From Bramwell's book jacket: Lucas is thrilled when his grandmother comes to live with him. She’s his best friend after Justin from down the street. But when she starts remembering things from her past, is he the only one who will listen? If no one else believes her, how can he fulfill her dying wish? A compelling story about the complexity and value of family as seen through the eyes of a seven-year-old boy.
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