Growing up on the bottom end of a large family certain books that were passed from each pair of little hands to the next pair gained not only well creased pages but a verbal history to go with it. By the time they reached my brother and I we heard from many sources which books were really and truly good.
By the way the teacher's yard sale was a memorable one. She was retiring after many years, everything she had was in near mint condition. I could have stayed there until dark looking at each and every thing. It was also memorable because Maggie sneezed an enormous sneeze and her gum flew out of her mouth. She tried to act as ladylike as possible to retrieve it. I of course acted like I had never seen her before in my life. This child makes me laugh. Things just happen to her.