The author seems like a lovely caring person who might make a great neighbour or teacher or friend (I haven't met her, I'm going by the book). She's also apparently a multi-award-winning author, which is impressive. And I liked the first story in the book well enough.
But as I moved through this collection of tales, they all blended together. Another child. Another child thinking thoughts. Thinking thoughts that the others around them might not understand, might not even want them to think, but the child will think them nonetheless. Story after story with thoughtful child. And I love thoughtful children (I was one myself), and I love encouraging thinking, but I don't love reading story after story which are, aside from a change of name and location, essentially the same exact theme/plot yet again.
I stopped about 2/3 of the way through because (a) all the stories were the same, and (b) it's not like I was particularly loving any of them. I'm not the world's biggest short-story afficionado, but I've read (and re-read) collections by John Collier and Rouald Dahl. I thought Alice Munro was a brilliant writer. Yes, Sit is for kids (although I can't picture them enjoying all these stories in a row any better than I did), but I've read and enjoyed numerous story collections for kids, so that's not the sticking point. It's just the sheer tedium of this well-meaning repetitiveness.
If you are reading this, obviously you may adore them, and their similarity could be a plus, just as when you open a box of chocolates and the first one is delicious and just to your taste, perhaps it's a good thing that the second one is almost exactly the same as the first. But for me, it's like opening a box of chocolates and the first one is decent but nothing special, and so is the second, etc.
(My subjective rating scale: 5* = amazing, terrific book, one of my all-time favourites, 4* = very good book, 3* = good book, but nothing to particularly rave about, 2* = disappointing book, and 1* = awful, just awful.)