A dark cloud rolls in, blotting out the sun. It’s noon, but it could just as easily be midnight. It’s April 14, 1935: Black Sunday, the day of one of the worst dust storms to ever hit the Great Plains. The Dust Bowl was no natural disaster, though; the Plains survived for centuries before our agricultural practices ruined the land. This is the story of how we did it—and how families survived it.
**Reading through some non-fiction selections for 9th-grade booktalks. I think this can have some appeal--the photographs may grip readers, and the idea of a blizzard made entirely of dirt. That it was entirely preventable, and our fault, is almost heartbreaking in its tragedy.
But. The book is a good starting point and may encourage particular readers to follow up on the topic, but the content wanders. I was looking for something on the people of the dust bowl, how they survived and dealt with it, plus some background on what caused it. And there is some of that, but mostly this isn't the story of the people; it's the story of the land and the political climate, and also of moving on and migrant workers in California. There's The New Deal, and discussion of what regions (China, the Amazon rain forest, e.g.) are likely to become the next dust bowls for similar disastrous ecological practice. And these things are all relevant, sure, but as brief as these sections are (as compared to the discussion of the environmental damage inflicted by 1930s agricultural practices), they feel tacked on, like they're padding out the page count.
The photos are great, though.