Eleven-year-old Polly Peabody knows her family’s world-famous rhubarb farm is magical. The plants taste like chocolate, jewels appear in the soil, bugs talk to her, and her best friend is a rhubarb plant named Harry. But the most magical thing is that every single Monday, at exactly 1:00, it rains. Until the Monday when the rain just stops.
This book has been compared to the world of Roald Dahl, but not having read a lot of his books, I can’t say how close it comes. I found it to be a little out there, although it is popular with my kids. I guess the appeal of a fruit or vegetable that might taste like chocolate has some merit. I thought it was just an okay book.