I loved this book about ten-year-old Beatrice and her family during the Great Depression in Toronto, Canada in 1932-33. It's "one of those books" about which I struggle to write an adequate review because I loved it so much, in so many ineffable ways. But, I wanted to get down a few (inadequate) words before I get too busy. I wish there were more reviews of this wonderful book here but I gather that it was never published in the US so the scarcity of reviews might be down to the fact this book isn't widely known. I read it thanks to the recommendation of a friend (Gundula, you rock!) as a book in keeping with the spirit of L. M. Montgomery's books over in our Kindred Spirits Group here on GoodReads and I feel that it definitely fits the spirit. We have a spunky, "scatterbrain" girl, making sense of the world, often with a joyous spirit, but with deep emotions and a curious nature that sometimes makes life very poignant for her. Also, her interest to become a writer seems to be one (out of many professions she became excited over, as young children do!),that sticks, from what I gather about the sequels.
One thing very different from LMM's book is that this is very much a story about family, with a mom and dad and siblings. It's so clear that Booky (her mother calls her this as a special pet name, and it's pronounced Boo-ky, with the "boo" like "boo-hoo") adores her parents, yet she is also at the age when she starts to realize they are not perfect. The parents' constant fighting is a symptom of the very difficult circumstances, with the poor mother working hard to keep a family of four fed, with another baby on the way, and to keep their house spotlessly tidy and their clothes perfectly darned and clean (it is her way of keeping pride for the family despite their destitute state) and the father off looking for work every day (often a fruitless search), taking only scraps at dinner because sacrificing his food is all he can do to help his little ones. Yet, there are also loving moments between them, too. While a few instances of the fighting is hard to read about (in one, and only one, case, the father strikes the mother), it was also impossible to judge them too harshly--the strain on them must have been incredible and I'm sure that even the most loving of couples would not weather such difficult times without some stormy rows.
Booky's siblings also play a large role in the story. There is pretty and intelligent Willa, fifteen years old, the star of the family who earns prizes in school. Arthur, next in line, who is clever but tired of being in Willa's shadow and full of boyish energy. After Booky is Jakey, whom Booky at first resented (she having been the baby of the family for six years) but then came to love. And a new baby is on the way. Booky's extended family also populates the book, just as they populate Toronto and the surrounding area. Indeed, Booky's grandfather's family was one of the first to settle the Swansea area. I thought how jolly it must be to have so many aunts and uncles working all over the city, seeing them as you go shopping or ride the streetcar (and, best of all, when they work at the fair and get you onto rides for free!) but I think my favorite of the extended family were Grandpa Thompson, for his quiet wisdom and abounding love, and Aunt Milly with her warm, cheerful and giving nature--as Booky said, Aunt Milly was one of those people who could joyously shout "I love you!" as you headed off down the street, not caring who heard ;-)
The sense of place in this story is just wonderful. I have never been to Toronto, but it seemed very vivid to me as I read this and I imagine those who are familiar with the city will enjoy picking out the landmarks still visible today. Too, I appreciated how the story offered so many complex views of the *people* who made up the Great Depression. From those who let themselves get really down-and-out, to those like Booky's family determined to keep some sense of pride in the face of adversity, to the upper-classes who would sometimes be so generous to their less fortunate neighbors, even if it was a bit of embarrassment to both for it to take place. Booky's own family was also such a connundrum--on the one hand, her father never liked to accept hand-outs and felt better getting the "pogey" (social welfare) pay when he did some work for it, yet her mother would take a trial rn of a washing machine from the department store, knowing full well she wouldn't keep it, then return it for her money back at the end of the trial. Also, they constantly had to allude the bailiff when they didn't pay rent. I was glad that Booky humanized him, though--at first they called him "the ratman" but then they realized that he was just doing his job, and that he didn't like kicking people out of their homes.
There are so many wonderful moments of wisdom and humor in the book, too. I was cracking up at some of Willa's exchanges with Booky, like with Booky's coming to understand where babies come from! So many scenes are so memorable, and the characters felt REAL, no small feat for such a slim book. I gather that this is a fairly autobiographical book, and I think it's easy to see why it's dedicated "To Mum and Dad, who loved me."
Highly recommended.