![]() We associate the name “Sal” with “Sally”, but it could just as easily be a nickname for “Salvador” and the like. She/He walks about in those gender neutral overalls and long, but not too long, hair. I’ve heard theories that speculate that part of the charm of this book also lies in the boy/girl nature of Sal. Brooke and Amy have already pinpointed the two major reasons why: Blueberry picking is the ultimate child sport, and any author/illustrator who can make blue ink continually compelling must be some kind of genius. Now I don’t remember reading Blueberries for Sal as a kid, but I don’t think it’s possible to “miss” the appeal of this one. Our response to it was not overwhelmingly positive, and we figured that had to be because we “missed it”. I was speaking with a fellow librarian the other day about a classic children’s book (which shall remain nameless) that both of us missed in our youth. This is a hangover favorite from childhood that I really can’t otherwise think to say what’s so great about it except that I always loved it. ![]() Honestly, I think my favorite part as a kid was just staring at the endpapers with the scene of Sal and her mom in the kitchen, noticing all the details. ![]() It’s hard to pick a favorite McCloskey, but I think of this one every time I pick blueberries. ![]() #31 Blueberries for Sal by Robert McCloskey (1948) ![]()
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