As a neurodivergent child in a hundred-year-old house,ZajiCox collects grammar books, second-hand toys, and sightings of feral cats. She dances and cartwheels through self-discovery and doubt, guided by her big sister and their devoted single mother. Through short essays that evoke the abundant imagination of childhood,Plums for Monthsexplores the challenges of growing up mixed race and low-income on the outskirts of Portland, Oregon.
I fell in love. With every page, more and more. Zaji Cox 's beautiful memoir, Plums for Months, is an intimate portrait of a girl so smart and so wise and so open about her fears and insecurities that I wanted to wrap my arms around the very pages I was reading. Yes, Cox is acutely aware of the ways she is different. But her earnest struggle and all her obvious strengths are the picture of a hero. This is a story of precise particularity that is also somehow universal. It is a beautiful work of pain and wonder. If you have a beating heart, you can relate. --Liz Scott, author of This Never Happened