*Warning: tiny spoilers here and there :) *
I did the wrong thing in the beginning: I judged a book by its cover. After the first glance at the cover, I thought this book would be the most boring book I have ever read. It turns out it was one of the best books I've ever read. Usually I'm not a fan of books about women's rights, or slavery, or any book of that matter, but the author takes a spin on it, having characters that could be fake but are relatable to the many workers at the (real) Triangle Shirtwaist Factory. Plus, what makes it better (or for me, sadder) is that this really happened, and it's sad, so if you cry at the end of it and your mom says, "don't worry, it's just a story, it didn't really happen." Yeah, maybe it didn't happen to these characters that could've been made up, but it did happen to the people that worked in the Shirtwaist Factory and it affected the millions across the nation. It's hard to believe that the events in this book happened, to many others maybe. But what's more hard to believe is that after the fire had occurred, some had to move on. After their friend(s) had/have died, they have to live with that and continue with their life, some may have even started over with it, have a new start, but that thought of losing a family member or a friend (but some can say that their friends were family) still in the back of your mind because of poor safety.
It wasn't until the very end of the book when everything was done that actually pushed me over the edge (and yes, I cried for a millisecond of my life), and that quote was: "Mrs. Livingston hugs little Yetta close and whispers into her daughter's hair, 'We will not be stupid girls. We will not be powerless girls. We will not be useless girls.' And for just a moment, she believes she can hear two other voices whispering along with her."
Yeah, that stung a lot. After reading the stories of those three young ladies living a difficult, brutal life, they still had hope. Even if two of them had passed. That was a reminder that that hope would never be lost, even in the times when you thought there was everything but hope there. And if those three girls, along with a million others that were apart of any strike for that matter, still believes that hope is still threaded throughout despair, then trust me, hope is still here; it's still there. It's everywhere.