To properly review Helen Frost’s Applesauce Weather, I have to get past the differences between my own memories of applesauce making and what she portrays, which are considerable. It’s made more difficult because memories of autumn in New England are some of my strongest and most emotionally rich, but Frost’s verse novel deserves consideration on its own merits. Her characters are simply drawn, but knowable; her words are plain but rich; and her story is short but impactful. Overall, it’s a sweetly lovely little book about loss, family, and stories, very much worth a read. I’m looking forward to checking out some of her other titles!