Amali is 12 years old. She’s blunt and inquisitive. She gets math, thinks history is cool, and charts her own sadness because she likes understanding things.
She’s curious about her first menstrual cycle, cryptic but proud as she tells her best friend, Finn: “I got it this morning.” He’s uncomfortable, telling her, “I don’t like blood” — but she’s unsympathetic: “Too bad for you. We are filled with it.”
And she’s fascinated by the fate of two siblings found stabbed to death in the woods near her town, to the point of worrying school officials and her mother.