Pearson’s writing breaks down complicated emotional and topical stories in a way that makes them clear for their intended audience without dumbing it down. Her writing is clean and straightforward, despite her “simple” style she weaves emotionally complex stories that capture the reader. Kit Pearson is one of my favourite authors.

It was a nostalgia bomb so I picked it up to read it again. I stumbled on it again as an adult when I was finally clearing all of my things out of my parent’s basement. I LOVE YOU, KIT PEARSON! THANK YOU FOR ENRICHING MY CHILDHOOD.AND ADULTHOOD, TOO! Also, I admire Gavin for being sensitive and recognizing that sensitivity is neither a weakness nor an excuse for weakness. Until the last chapter I didn't know what he would choose and I didn't know what future I wanted for him.and the wrenching choice suggests that the right path is often the one we can commit to. The Lights Go On Again shifts the narrative focus to Gavin, who must choose whether he will stay in Canada or return to England once the war ends. Also, Andrew (like Gavin) is a sensitive portrait of masculinity that rejects violence as a source of strength. Pearson also makes clear that Nora's attraction need not end in marriage or even recognition from the boy, Andrew, in order to be meaningful to her growth as a person. Looking back, I'm impressed at how delicately Pearson modulates Nora's emotional evolution and her own difficulty in recognizing her attraction to an older boy. When I read Looking at the Moon as a preteen, I was angry at Nora for changing from her spiky preteen plane-obsessed self into a spiky almost-teen who was GASP! IN LOVE. The Sky is Falling is wonderful in depicting Nora's grief and the limits of her perspective.particularly when it comes to recognizing the equal grief and dislocation of her younger brother. In following English war-evacuees Nora and Gavin's struggles integrating into wartime Canadian culture, Pearson masters the art of showing, rather than telling. I loved this series as a ten year old, and twenty years later my appreciation has only deepened.

Looking at the moon by kit pearson