I hated Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet, which reads like Newberry Medal pabulum for middle schoolers, ploddingly recounting a supposed love story between a Chinese-American boy and a Japanese-American girl in the days right after Pearl Harbor, when she and her family will be deported into one of the horrendous Japanese internment camps. Because this is pabulum they will be reunited in the end, there will be a totally unbelievable visit to the camp by the boy, and to spice it up he will have befriended an African-American jazz player to play their song. And we will suffer through the standard family conflicts between immigrant parents and native-born children, school bullies, and Manichean choices.
Why? Why must the younger set be fed an idiotic novel when they are plenty of good ones out there?