Full disclosure: I adore Amy Hest, the author of Remembering Mrs. Rossi
. (I've recommended a picture book of hers, KISS GOOD NIGHT, in another post.) I don't just adore her writing. I adore her. She was my first writing teacher, when I started writing for children. She is the reason I have kept with it. She has taught me more than I can possibly convey. And she is now a dear friend.
I read REMEMBERING MRS. ROSSI in one sitting, the moment it came out. I loved it then. But I've hesitated to recommend it here, because I was worried about one thing: What if I'd loved it so much because I could hear Amy's voice in its pages?
So I read it again, this time trying to forget I'd ever met the author. Again I finished it in one sitting. And, again, I loved it.
It's the story of eight-year-old Annie Rossi, whose mother has just died. Does this mean it's sad? Of course it's sad. Her mother just died. But Annie is also funny and angry and jealous. In a word, she's eight. She and her father are struggling with Mrs. Rossi's death, but they're also moving on together. At the end of the day, the book isn't really about death (although of course that's a big part of it). It's really about Annie.
My older daughter is now eight. Will she read REMEMBERING MRS. ROSSI? I hope so. Will she cry? Probably. Is that bad? I don't think so. She'd be empathizing with someone who's had a difficult experience--an experience that, conceived broadly, all of us have to face at some point. Why isn't that good?