The other day I was at the (evil and wonderful) used book store that lives in the basement of the library. I was innocently minding my own business when I stumbled into the children's book section. I bought lots of things, like 'are you my mother' and 'the foot book'. But what really jumped out at my was 'Ramona Quimby, Age 8.'
This was the book that made me fall in love with reading and I knew I had to get it for Sophie. I re-read it for the first time as an adult and was ASTOUNDED at how brilliant this book is. The knowing looks between the parents that lost me as a child, how Beverly Cleary made me feel 8 all over again, helped me to re-live my 3rd grade year. This is what children's literature is all about and I can't wait to share it with my kids.