I don't read book blurbs when I don't have to, and I had no intention of looking at any blurb or other beforehand to know what this book was about. Janette Oke's name and the fact that I've known of this novel's existence for years was enough.
I was in for three noteworthy surprises from the beginning: first, this story is told in the first person, which isn't common for Oke's novels; second, the protagonist is an adolescent boy, Joshua, which isn't common for Oke's novels; and third, Josh's perspective, along with the well-intentioned but not-the-best-idea scheming of his grandpa and uncle, actually had me laughing aloud, something I'm not used to doing with Oke's novels. I mean, sure, I've enjoyed light moments she's handled with a light hand before, but some of the stuff here is just downright hilarious.
I liked seeing the dynamics of the different kind of family Joshua has, and the theme concerning him and "memories" is powerful. The last handful of short chapters makes for somewhat of an abrupt ending, but I didn't find it abrupt enough to jar my enjoyment or lessen my anticipation to continue the series.
Pardon if this little review is on the gushy side, but simple novels of faith and love and learning through trials (and prairie life and the like) are what I count on this author for, and I've not been disappointed. There's genius in telling uncomplicated but engaging stories that just get the job done.