Every summer when my girls were little, we would go berry picking: strawberries in June, raspberries and blueberries in July and August. There were wonderful wild blueberries that we’d gather on hikes up Pitcher Mountain in Stoddard, New Hampshire, which reminds me so much of the wonderful illustrations in this children’s book. Just like Sal, a character based on McCloskey’s own daughter, we usually ate more than we managed to pick (or at least it seemed that way). I remember reading Blueberries for Sal to my daughters and their cousins countless times when they were growing up. First published in 1948 and set in Maine—a true wild blueberry heaven—this story would be a great addition to your bookshelf for both young and old. —Heather Marcus, Yankee senior photo editor
