As a long-time Beverly Cleary fan, I was delighted to discover that Klickitat Street is a real street and to read this short, evocative piece that reminded me of those long ago days, tucked sideways in an armchair, poring through those well thumbed library books, their pages soft and limp and smelling of someone else’s house, putting myself plunk in the middle of Ramona Quimby’s woes or Ribsy’s adventures, begging the inevitable, “Just one more page,” when it was time to go to bed.
(Link from Maud Newton.)
