OUR SNOWMAN HAD OLIVE EYES by Charlotte Herman

OUR SNOWMAN HAD OLIVE EYES

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KIRKUS REVIEW

This opens with Sheila waking up to a view of her grandmother's teeth on the window sill--a real wake-up beginning that proves, alas, to be the strongest image in this mild little story of 79-year-old Bubble's stay with her daughter's family. Sheila's older sister Muriel ""needs her privacy"" and so Bubbie moves in with Sheila who likes her grandmother and, except for the teeth, is happy to have her. But it doesn't work out--Mother, overly solicitous, won't let Bubble help around the house or even go for walks, and though Bubbie is happy for a while when she finds an old man to visit daily, Sheila unwittingly squashes that by suggesting that the two might marry, At last, to Sheila's disappointment and short-term guilt, Bubble goes off to try living with her son on a distant chicken farm. There's an unconvincing subplot concerning fat, lonely Muriel who finds happiness in the form of a boy named Ralph; otherwise this is unobjectionable, easy to take, but thin.

Pub Date: Oct. 28th, 1977
Publisher: Dutton