Somehow it seems almost sacrilege to give a Patricia Polacco book anything less than a Recommendation.  And I suppose this would be a worthy book to have if you want to have the complete works for an author study, but as Patricia Polacco books go, I was a bit disappointed.  It’s long and rambling and doesn’t seem to have a point other than telling the story of a woman for whom Thursday was lucky.  It tells about all the good things that happened on Thursday: being born, meeting the love of her life, sons being born, opening a diner, discovering her signature dish.  After her husband dies, she loses heart and closes her diner, until one day (on a Thursday) she discovers a kitten abandoned and wrapped in a towel with Thursday stitched on it, so naturally she names the kitten Thursday, and gradually she returns to cooking, reopens her diner, and on a Thursday a famous critic tastes a dish that came about because the cat knocked a bunch of ingredients together, and so she becomes rich and famous.  It’s okay, but it was a bit disappointing. I wanted it to have more purpose.