This book was more about how I’m supposed to embrace those who choose to dress and act weird. I agree that no one should be judged by the color of their skin or body features they were born with. But gangs wear tattoos to identify themselves and cowboys wear hats that identify themselves. If someone chooses to wear unnatural pink hair or hang their boobs almost out of their shirt - and then whine because people stare - who’s got the problem here? The story is about not judging a book by its cover. I wish I hadn’t.

Texas seems quite the spot for relocation and making new friends. Look forward to the next chapter and new characters and challenges.