As if that could make me feel any better. Then get some rest, Puddlejump, Father said, using the nickname he’d given me when I was a little girl. Thirteen was too old to be holding on to a teddy bear-at least, that’s what Mother thought. Ya got Francy? he asked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror, worry in his eyes. He sank back down into his seat and grabbed the steering wheel. I’m okay, Father, I said, though my voice crackled as if it had just been hatched and never used before.
A blast of heavy, moist air shot up from my lungs and exploded into the handkerchief I’d grabbed and pressed against my lips.īut I could breathe again. I pitched my head back, gasping for air between coughs. Are you okay, Evvy? he asked, turning in his seat to look at me. It's a fairly good book, but not a great one. While I wouldn't classify this book as manipulative, I think the writing is a little constrained and sanitized, limiting the emotional impact of the story. Books featuring dying children walk a fine line between being emotionally evocative and emotionally manipulative. Hayles does a good job of integrating her research into the story without it seeming too overt, and an author's note at the end will answer further questions about tuberculosis sanatoria for the curious reader.
All of them long to be cured and return home - but for tuberculosis sufferers in 1940, a return to health is certainly not guaranteed.This is historical fiction of the classroom sort - interesting and enjoyable enough, but probably not something that kids will eagerly pick up on their own. As she acclimates to life at the sanatorium, Evvy starts to make friends with the other girls in her room. Many of the staff members treat the patients brusquely, or even harshly, and there are many rules that limit patients' activity, as rest is the top priority for sanatorium residents.
When 13-year-old Evvy is sent to the Loon Lake Sanatorium, in hopes that she will recover from her tuberculosis there, she does not know what to expect.
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