Like Minx, I wondered if I’d been born into the wrong family, although my parents insisted that distinction belonged to a sibling. I didn’t believe there was a beautiful fairy waiting to claim me (sorry for the spoiler), but Minx’s courage and happy ending gave me hope there were better days ahead.
I doubt my torn and taped Scholastic paperback would sell for $59, a price I found online. Then again, it’s one of those keepsakes whose value can’t be measured in dollars and cents.
What childhood books hold special memories for you?