This book wasn’t an unpleasant read. At times it was really fun. It was just kind of random. Lucinda is a tomboy growing up in the late 19th century, which is a story that has been written again and again and again. (Caddie Woodlawn, which won the Newbery the year that Roller Skates was published immediately comes to mind). Instead of putting the tomboy on a farm this time, she grows in in New York City. Lucinda makes a lot of friends, in the city, and that’s basically the story. In order to give the story a little plot (the last 50 pages is a little too late to develop a plot, just saying) a few of the characters die. One is actually stabbed to death. Lucinda finds the body and the dagger, but her neighbors encourage her to let someone else “discover” the body, so she won’t be involved legally. The murder isn’t mentioned again. We never discover who did it or why. It was kind of just a random murder to give the story some semblance of a plot. Like I said before, it wasn’t a bad read, but there had to have been better books published in 1936. It probably wouldn’t have been published at all today (which might have actually been a shame) but it definitely wouldn’t have won the Newbery. (Which would not have been a shame.)
I give it three Newbery pies.