One of my favorite books as a kid. Has my name scrawled inside the cover in pen from when I was 6 (which I know because right below my name, I scribbled “age 6” in there, too). Reread it today at the ripe old age of 20 as I was going through my bookshelves, and you know what? It holds up.

It’s surprisingly… idk what word to use here. Tragic? Not quite— it’s a happy ending, as you could probably guess from the genre— but there are tragic parts of it. Drastic, maybe? It covers a lot, really thoroughly and really easily. Read this to/with your kids. It’s fantastic.

Also, I never knew there was a sequel. Maybe it’s just cuz I’m in a sentimental mood, but I’m thinking I’m gonna track that down and read it one of these days.