I quite liked the idea of this book, about three young orphaned evacuees hoping to find a new family during the Second World War. There was a bit of a Noel Streatfeild feel to it, and I loved the fact that the children were always reading and that a lot of the action centred on the local library. Also, the snowball fight with forts and snow angels sounded distinctly Chalet School-esque! The characters were mostly very convincing, and it could have been a very good book with a bit more attention to detail.
Unfortunately, the American author seemed to have done very little research into her subject. There were irritating errors such as the school summer holidays taking place in June and July, when it’s July and August in England. There were frequent mentions of rationing, but I honestly don’t think that she quite understood what it meant, because everyone always seemed to be eating cakes, biscuits and chocolate. And we were informed that the wireless reports about air raids gave out so much detail that listeners were even told exactly which streets had been hit. Hardly.
The use of American language by British characters grated as well, especially as I’m not sure that terms such as “students” and “assignments”, rather than “pupils” and “homework”, would have been used even in the US in 1940, but, OK, the book’s aimed at young American readers, and I accept that children of that age might be confused by unfamiliar terms such as “autumn” or “nappy”. But the errors about the war and the school holiday times were disappointing. And it was a shame, because, as I said, the characters worked very well and it could have been a very good book had a little bit more effort been made.
The plot was actually pretty daft, but I suppose it was no more unlikely than those in a lot of older books for young children, and this definitely had a pleasantly old-fashioned feel to it. Our three children, two brothers and a sister, were orphans from a well-to-do family, living with their grandmother in London. Oh, and that’s another thing. Why are fictional evacuees *always* from London?! You’d think that no-one was ever evacuated from any other city? Gah!
Anyway, when she died, they apparently had no other relatives, family friends or anyone else to take them in. They were at boarding school, so the logical thing would have been for them to spend their holidays at those hostel type places for children whose parents were in India etc, and for their solicitor to act as their legal guardian. But, OK, children’s books aren’t always logical, so the rather bonkers idea which the solicitor came up with was to evacuate them to a village in the Midlands along with the pupils from a nearby state day primary school (er, even though the eldest boy was 12) and hope that the family with whom they were billeted would adopt them. Er, right. But not to mention the fact that they had money, so that they wouldn’t attract any gold diggers.
Of course, they had a couple of disastrous billets, and various problems at school, but did eventually end up with a very nice lady who was happy to adopt all three of them. It was a lovely ending, and it was a lovely book in many ways, but those errors about Britain in general and wartime Britain in particular really were rather annoying.