Now I really do very much wish that I were able to grant a higher general star ranking to and for Maxine Trottier's Migrant, as textually, I do very much appreciate and have even quite enjoyed the author's lyrical and full of subdued emotion narrative of young Mennonite itinerant farm labourer Anna trying to make sense of her world, of how she often feels out of place, and rootless, like a migrating bird always moving from place to place with her family in order to find seasonal work labouring on Canadian farmers' fields, or like a jackrabbit living in an abandoned burrow, similar to how her own family usually has to end up making do with empty and decrepitly shabby farm houses that often do not even have the basic amenities (although I certainly also do wish that the author's note at the back of Migrant, whilst definitely an added bonus, would be both a bit more informational and also include a list of books for further study and reading, as while Maxine Trottier does provide a decent enough introduction to the subject of itinerant Mexican Mennonite farm labourers making yearly trips back to Canada in order to find sufficient farm labour work to make ends meet, this really does just scratch the proverbial surface so to speak and very much leaves me both wanting and needing a bit more).
However and my general appreciation of Maxine Trottier's printed words, my in many ways even very lovingly massive enjoyment of her presented and featured text notwithstanding, I really have not AT ALL liked Isabelle Arsenault's accompanying illustrations. For while indeed her pictures are colourful and imaginatively rendered, I for one actually seem to find them rather aesthetically creepy (with especially Arsenault's human figures and how she has drawn and depicted their facial features not only absolutely not to my aesthetic tastes, but really, in particular the depicted Mennonite farmers and their families, they just remind me too much of freakily staring unnatural looking paper dolls for me to be able to consider Migrant with more than two stars, as in truth, I really cannot personally stand Isabelle Arsenault's pictorials here and do find them visually so off-putting that even my personal reading pleasure of Maxine Trottier's narrative has been both lastingly and actually also more than somewhat negatively affected).