I remember reading this as a kid; it was a library book or something, because the paperback had a plastic cover that would make a pleasing pop on the binding when I opened and closed it. I didn't remember much about the plot, but wishing I knew the Story Girl. The narrator of the book is now an adult reflecting on a summer he spent among relatives. Strangely as I re-read it, I feel a similar way as if I too had been a member of the little band of friends: beautiful and haughty Felicity (I never liked her), chubby Felix, smart and hard working Peter (Felicity never deserved him), sweet Cecily, pitiable Sara, dear Bev, and clever Dan. And of course the amazing, wonderful Story Girl! Though this era of childhood has passed, the innocence and sweetness remain. It's a good one.