As a child of British parents, I used to read a lot of Enid Blyton’s Secret Seven, along with the usual Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys mysteries thrown in, but my strongest beloved book memory is reading E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Web. I devoured that book under the covers by flashlight, long after lights out. I think it also may have been the first time a book made me cry, and when I did it was so hysterical and uncontrollable, I’m sure I woke my parents up. The ending (which I won’t spoil for you if you haven’t read it) is so devastating, beautiful, touching and transcendent, it’s hard for me to not think of it now and not get a little teary-eyed.
Stacey May Fowles, author of Infidelity