YA, Why Not?: All You Get Is Me by Yvonne Prinz

Roar isn't looking forward to a summer full of farm-girl chores. She didn't ask for this life, she didn't ask to be uprooted from the city and plopped down out in the boonies to start over. This was all her dad's idea: they were going to be organic farmers, and get a fresh start. Roar was willing to admit they needed one after her mom disappeared, and left no forwarding address. They both needed a change.

She agreed to move to po-dunk middle-of-nowhere, and taking care of ungrateful chickens. In exchange, he builds her a dark room. Roar has practically been attached to her camera since she was six years old. She has made at least one really good friend in Storm, and the summer is shaping up to be pretty okay.

They're on their way to market one day, and some woman is riding their bumper, but on a one lane road, there isn't much they can do. Things go into slow motion when she attempts to pass them, pauses to flip them off, and plows head first into oncoming traffic. The woman herself seems fine, but the car she hit isn't so lucky. The driver of the other car is an illegal woman named Sylvia, and she doesn't make it. In the passenger seat is her baby, Rosa. Roar's dad asks her to photograph the scene, and she knows what's coming. He's going to make this into one of his causes.

As much as she knows that he's trying to do the right thing, she also knows that stirring up this kind of trouble is never easy. Roar also knows that the rest of the town won't appreciate this. The person she never expects to feel sympathy for is the driver's son, Forest, who shows up at their market stand that weekend gazing at her with those sea green eyes. He unsettles her, she doesn't quite know what to think.

Should Roar even give Forest the time of day? Should she tell her dad to drop the lawsuit before the town takes it out on them? How do you know what the right thing to do is when there's no one there to tell you?

"I suppose that the reson I like taking photos of these girls is that I'm drawn to the idea of transformation, the idea of changing who you are. The appealing thing about putting on makeup and fancy clothes is that you get to be someone else for a while. I learned that from my mom. She was always transforming herself into someone else. Her ultimate transformation was becoming someone who wasn't a mother anymore. At least not mine," (Prinz pg. 147, 2011).