I do not enjoy giving low ratings and I believe I have a reasonable appreciation for what a difficult job it is to write an entertaining and coherent book. I respect Ms. Magoon and have read and enjoyed other books of hers.
The Secret Library has a powerful conceit - There is a library that is not only hidden but that contains secrets. Secrets that visitors can access, enter and view in real time.
As all who have been children know - not only do we create and carry our own secrets - as part of our effort to gain knowledge, we pay great attention to the secrets adults strive to keep hidden from us.
Eleven-year-old bi-racial Dally, feeling misunderstood and constrained by her mother, and grieving the loss of her much more sympathetic grandfather, is easily lured by the promise of understanding and adventure that the secret voyeurism offers.
Several things derail the plot’s promise.
The book is too long . An effort is made to cover history from 1840 to now.
The narrator over explains, describing surroundings, actions and feelings. Characters over explicate and self-justify, often in ways that do not feel conversationally real. (An eleven-year-old may believe gender is a social construct, but to use those exact words feels like adults are speaking through the child character.)
The plot crosses the wish-fulfillment rubicon and edges into the inadvertently comic.
There are the usual business-minded straw-persons: cold, humorless, exploitative and, despite devoting tons of time to business education, seemingly without any knowledge of a corporations legal obligations to shareholders.
Because producing things that people want to buy is both icky and boring there is treasure. That the treasure no doubt came from colonial exploitation followed by robbery is never examined. It is also treasure that can be tapped into when needed for one hundred plus years. Happily the five chests of gold can be found and carried from the sea floor up a rope ladder and stowed away by two children and two adults with no special equipment, in a couple hours.
You can be a pirate but never hurt anybody. Or steal anything. (Except lost treasure)
You can have ancestors who are in a gay male and biracial partnership (all absolutely possible in 1840 and two thumbs up, but don’t stop there…) AND you can get around the awkward fact of sexual reproduction by having one of the men (the pirate captain) actually be trans. My favorite detail was when Dally rescues her great-great-great (etc.) grandfathers from prison, one of them is 9 months pregnant. Something that it is hard to believe jailers or cellmates would not have noticed despite the concealing poncho he wore. Having had my water break in public I was particularly outraged by the description that had raindrop sized droplets mysteriously emanate from under the pocho.
I was super psyched when Dally discovers that there is a substantial personal cost to family-secret voyeurism - a lifelong obligation to serve as the secret-library librarian: unable to leave the building or make use of the portals. Since Dally had defied her grandad’s instructions, this servitude will happen before puberty instead of at the advanced age of 21, when you might as well be locked in a building forever. This I believe it the true lost heart of the book, a brush with the reality that in seeking to uncover family secrets, to know who we come from, to track our genealogy and drawn our family trees, we risk placing ourselves in a drone-like clerical position, living through the lives of the dead and giving over our own lives and identity, our chance to define our present, by hearkening back to the lives lived by those who came before us.
But that is clearly not the book Ms. Magoon wanted to write nor the message she wanted children to encounter. Instead of discomfort, compromise, acceptance of human frailty and self-knowledge, what we get is a fantasy in which a child can escape a parent that doesn’t get them and isn’t like them, break rules and thus costlessly (except to the mom) get exactly the counter-culture, contemporarily cool ancestors we all wish we had, be independently wealthy without work or guilt, have constant adventure without ever feeling rootless, participate in the Civil Rights movement and Gay Rights movement in between spelunking and volcano climbing, have children with no sexual partner mentioned (spouses of all stripes can be so limiting) be all-knowing, save everyone and return to find the mother you disdain and abandoned now has been taught a lesson. An extra creepy bonus is the age-bending Dally gets to indulge in. While not as problematic as an adult time travel book I read, (in which the grandson, who had a close relationship with his grandmother, got to go back in time and Oedipus like sleep with her, thus fathering his own father) Dally does live her life as her grandfather’s best friend AND then get to return as a wise elder to school her, now younger, mother. Every kid’s dream.