Harriet the Spy by Louise Fitzhugh
Most of the time growing up I was happy to live in the country. There were plenty of forests, creeks and places to explore. However, every time I read Harriet the Spy , I cursed our remote existence. I longed for a "spy route" of my own, but there was no one to spy on except my parents and younger brother. I must have read Harriet the Spy at least a dozen times and it's hard to think of a single book that has impacted my life more. Even the use of my middle initial stems from Harriet's insistence on being referred to as Harriet M. Welsch, despite having no middle name. Recently, I decided to read the book as an adult for the first time, which offered me a different perspective on one of my favourite childhood novels. Spoilers ahead! The story is about a young girl taking her first steps toward being an adult. At first, Harriet spends all her time inside her notebook, literally and figuratively. She writes observations about her friends, family, and a series of...