Jory’s life is at once dramatic and exhausting. His step-father hints at approaching doom that their family must prepare for, but that preparation is seemingly endless. What is coming? The boy does not know. When will it arrive? He has to trust that it will.
Kirsten Hubbard’s novel, Watch the Sky, dances in purgatory — the novel is delightfully ambiguous, at least till its satisfying conclusion, and it worried and excited me as a reader. Jory, the boy telling the tale, is a very reliable narrator — he is honest almost to a fault, at least with us readers. He shares with us secrets he keeps from his family and his schoolmates, and he mulls over the many secrets kept from him.
Watch the Sky is a book of secrets made ominous by its very believable and sympathetic protagonist. Jory is any young person, wishing for the best, putting up with the worst. The novel veers into some very dark corners (without growing too disturbing for middle grade readers) but Jory neither whines nor crumbles: he deals. And we feel for him all the more for his persistence.