A Newbery book has never let me down -- until "Miracles on Maple Hill." 1956 must not have been a great year for JF. The story of a father deeply trouble who finds salvation by returning to his wife's roots as told through the eyes of his daughter is sweet. Sweet as the syrup that I learned a lot about making.
I read one-half of the book and decided that I could pretty much predict the coming miracles and would abandon reading and go out and find some real ones on my own.
Respectfully,
Kathy Albers
