I read this book several times as a child/teen. It was in our church library. I loved it then. So when I had opportunity to pick it up free from a church that was dispersing their library, I jumped for it. Re-reading it as an adult was quite a different experience for me than reading it as a child.
Content considerations:
1. I was truly saddened by way the author speaks about black people. I know the book is a product of her time (book was published 1963) and I think she was trying to bridge the gap between the mostly white Mennonite community and blacks, and to help Mennonites change their attitudes about blacks, but it is still a hard pass for me now to keep this book in my home.
2. An outdated understanding of adoption and fostering. Again, I know this book is a product of the time it was published.
3. Davy, the main character, is placed in a loving home. One of the less prominent characters, a black boy named Hugh, lives with a drunken, abusive woman. There is no attempt from the adults in the story who know his situation to remove him from the situation, or to get help for him.
The final thing that is a clincher for me in my decision not to give this book shelf space in my personal library: the quality of the writing style itself. I grew up in a Menonnite community, and had limited access to books other than those published by Mennonite publishers. Since then, I have read widely, and have read many good books. My ability to judge the quality of the writing itself has greatly expanded. The writing of this book is not horrible, but also not great.