This book, y’all. The summer before 2nd grade, just before I became a big sister. I begged my mom to buy it for me at Kroger. She did at the bargain price of $1.99. I felt SO BIG reading a longer chapter book. It’s the first book I remember feeling passionate about. And here it still is: covered in mustard stains from where I wouldn’t put it down at dinner, a Lisa Frank sticker on the inside of the cover, yellowing, dog-eared, loved.
A kindle can’t do that (although I both have a kindle and love my kindle)