The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night.
As a young, fiery thinker, I often got into debates with my cousins and friends over the plight of black Americans. It wasn't until I read this book as a girl that some of that fire became tame and articulate. For the first time, I knew my condition in my skin was not blackness, but invisibility.