By the author of the heart-wrenching Eric (about a young leukemia victim): yet another sure-the story about a remarkable, room-for-one-more family, the Connecticut Sweeneys--Ann and John and their spread of 17 children, ten of them adopted. Why was musician/teacher Ann, who had seven children from two marriages, impelled to adopt homeless and often ""unadoptable"" youngsters? The shock of a medically-bungled miscarriage during her sixth pregnancy fueled the urge to adopt jaunty baby Marcus, of multi-racial parentage; but more. . . and more? ""There was joy in the rescue,"" Ann attests, ""a joy that increased as you saw the child unfold, grow and respond."" Many of the Sweeney children were indeed ""rescued"": the blind Indian child from Colombia; Terry with a lung condition; two tough little abused black chaps, Michael and Carey. But the most dramatic rescue involved the Vietnamese family of Chuong, ten, Dat, four, and baby Huong. The book opens with Chuong's nightmare memories of the screaming mob at the Saigon waterfront where he lost his loving parents; the hunger and terror in a crowded boat to Hong Kong; a relocation camp in the US; a stay with a poor, defeated Vietnamese family in New York State, where the children were neglected and often unfed. Lund follows the intelligent, sensitive Chuong's relationship with his new family from his initial hostility and suspicion to his apparently happy adjustment--though there's a setback when the Vietnamese family in New York threatens a custody case, to honor distant family obligations. Michael and Carey, adopted last, repeat Chuong's early hostile behavior: to Lund, ""There are terrible similarities in the traumas suffered by children exposed to war in Vietnam and those in an American city ghetto."" But also in evidence is the hair-raising-to-delightful cacophony of the assembled Sweeney household. Warming entertainment.