deborahmarkus7

A strong, compelling read. Henry's prose is clean and uncluttered -- she has faith in her story and she just plain tells it.

We learn on page 3 that the main character is blind. We also learn that she's being kidnapped in a car-theft gone bad. I was *very* skeptical when I realized this was the premise. Seriously, do *all* blind characters have to be gorgeous young women? (I've ranted about that in other reviews.)

But Henry manages, seemingly without trying, to make Cheyenne not "the blind girl," but a girl who is blind. Yes, this is a significant part of her life. How could it not be? But so is the fact that her father is incredibly wealthy. So is the fact that her mother was killed in the same car accident that blinded Cheyenne. (Henry nails the medical science on this one, which I appreciated.) So is the fact that she's named after the tribe she's descended from, though she doesn't consider herself Native American enough "to really matter." Which of these is most significant? Or do we stop thinking about people as categories, and start accepting them as a messy mix of circumstance and choice?

Henry doesn't just make us care about Cheyenne (and Griffin, her young kidnapper) -- she makes us interested in them, which I think is harder. I have a bad cold and desperately need distracting. This book made me forget my own troubles for a few gripping hours.