Truth be told, for a middle grade novel original published immediately or at least pretty soon after the Great Depression (and on which Blue Willow is thematically based) Dorothy Gates' Newbery Honour winning story of hardship, struggle, family perseverance and triumph over the odds reads surprisingly modern (presenting, featuring exceedingly well developed, finely nuanced, both internally and externally rich and intensely realistic both main and supportive characters and with even chief villain Bounce Reyburn appearing as not just typecast and cardboard-like) and with an emotionality of feeling that flows deeply, touchingly and above all believably, realistically. And although Blue Willow does indeed finish up with a very much and perhaps even overly sweet optimism and positivity, it still to and for me presents a believable enough conclusion in so far that while Janey Larkin and her parents have now found a good and worthwhile job opportunity for the father, rest and recovery for the exhausted and often sickly mother and even an actual home so that Janey's treasured Blue Willow plate can and will now be prominently featured and displayed, it is also not a sudden and total reversal of fortunes either, it is not as though the Larkins have for example suddenly become very wealthy and famous, but simply that things are looking up a bit for Janey, her father and her step-mother (that they have finally found a bit of good fortune and ease, that the sweetness and grace promised by Janey's Blue Willow plate and what it symbolises has begun to at least somewhat happen and come to fruition).
Four shining stars for Blue Willow (but rounded up to a very much appreciated five stars with regard to my own personal reading pleasure and enjoyment). For even though there are perhaps some minor issues with time and place oriented and gender stratification scenarios present, I for one oh so much do appreciate especially how with a total lack of paternalism and euro-centric superiority, Doris Gates has managed to describe and depict the Larkins' Mexican American neighbours, the Romeros (something that has made me totally and utterly smile with appreciation and delight, as even in many very much more modern and recent, current novels, it is sadly still often the case that euro-centricity and cloying patronising paternalism seem to reign supreme at times in particular with regard to how ethnic minorities such as for example Hispanic Americans are often depicted and I do absolutely and totally heartfully love and appreciate how in Blue Willow, how in a children's novel originally published in 1940, this has thankfully and wonderful NOT at all been the case, in my opinion).