Book Review: What Girls Learn By Karin Cook

Airion Andrews
January 23, 2011
English 9
Book Report

Have you ever thought, “I’m never going to get cancer?” Well, I’m pretty sure that’s how all of us in the world think because none of us want to be put in that position since it’s a scary yet a dangerous thing to deal with. In my book, ‘What Girls learn,’ by Karin Cook, it never occurred to Frances that she would be endangered by breast cancer. In this book, two young girls find themselves growing up fast when love and tragedy visit their mother in this made-for-cable drama based on the novel by Karin Cook. Elizabeth and Tilden are sisters growing up in Atlanta, GA, with their single mother. Elizabeth and Tilden's lives are turned upside down when Mama announces that's she's getting
Tilden is the oldest out of her and her baby sister Elizabeth. Tilden’s personality traits include: caring, she definitely has a problem trust new people she doesn’t know, too, well. She is protective over her baby sister. She has the mentally, nobody can mess with Elizabeth but herself. Tilden was named after her mother’s favorite street. She also loves to read books. Her mother had bought her a book shelf, which she had three fourths of the book case filled with every type of books you could ever thing of. She had chapter books, little tiny books, giant books. Tilden even had magazines in her collections of books. She was always reading in her spare time, but unfortunately she had to leave her book shelf at her old house when she moved to Long Beach. Frances had promised her she would buy her a new book shelf with new books once they got to their new home with Nick. Frances said she would even get her more books than she had right now. Elizabeth is the opposite of Tilden. She’s obviously younger than Tilden, but only by one year. She just turned 11 years old, and Tilden is 12 years old. Elizabeth is always worrying about whether or not if she’s going to fit in at her new school or the other children in her neighborhood. She has a flare for designing outfits. She had a desk for her little designing pad at her old house before she had to pack up and move to New York with her mom and new step dad. She was always at the wooden desk with her little sketch pad open and all her color pencils laid across the top of platform just doodling away, lost in her own tiny, yet amazing to her, world. Every spare second she had she was sitting there thinking of a new design for her inventions. For her birthday her mother had saved enough money to buy Elizabeth her own sewing machine so she could fulfill her fantasy of designing her own unique