Sadly, that’s all there is to it. Without doubt, there are many fine photographs in this book. They do bring to life the individuals that these children are, fleshing them out as people rather than statistics, and often revealing in flashes their thoughts and surroundings—through the supporting text that weaves the children’s voices. The emotional charge is undeniable, but I wonder just what is being celebrated. Their spirit? Their survival instinct? (Did you expect any different?) Their deprivation?