You know the story about me: I find out about a movie that’s based off a book that I may find interesting, read it and post a review here. The Boxcar Children by Gertrude C. Warner is yet another one of those.
Four children become orphans after both of their parents and they refuse to live with their uncle who they view as a cruel man. They find an abandoned boxcar where they make a permanent resident and we see into their daily lives.
It starts off interesting, but the overall story is pretty bland. These kids not only do everyday stuff that’s not that interesting, but they show ZERO signs of mourning for their parents and have to live in a boxcar. They all come off as way too happy and saccharine. Really, there’s NO tension or sadness in their dialogue. It all comes off as if this whole thing is just one big picnic. What makes it worse is that none of these children act like, well, children. They are WAY too nice to each other and other people and they speak way too formally.
One thing that stands out is that this is supposed to be a mystery. There is one that does come close to being one, who made noise outside the boxcar one night? We do find out, but it’s a huge letdown, is settled too quickly and the kids don’t really talk about until the end when it’s “solved.”
Yes, I understand that this book came out in the 1920s so things were different at the time, but do you know what else came out decades before that? Alice in Wonderland, a children’s book about a girl who goes to a world where nothing makes sense. I guess I’m not a child from the 20s so it wasn’t for me.
Sorry if this review isn’t all that positive, but you guys know I have a soft spot for YA and children’s fiction, but this is one I couldn’t get behind. There’s no conflict, the kids don’t act like real kids and the mystery is lame.