Little House in Brookfield by by Maria D. Wilkes
reviewed by Deb Houdek Rule
Sloppy writing and a severe lack of editing make the book read as a hastily tossed-together piece written to meet a deadline for commercial, rather than artistic, purposes. The story is inconsistent and filled with random elements (such as the family having no meat–what happened to the pig they were raising in an earlier chapter?).
Much is made of the “oh, poor us, we’re poor and suffering” without the sense of dignity, pride and self-sufficiency–or outright joy of life– that fills the real Little House books. Instead the poverty aspect is hammered in over and over.
The content could have been interesting if it was made clear that the events were historically documented rather than contrived just to make a new book series. This book, and those that follow, also suffer from a basic lack of content–nothing much happens in most of them. Nothing drives the stories forward. Stagnant.
The writing seemed to ‘talk down’ to young readers in a way that the original series never did.