Growing up, I absolutely loved Harriet the Spy. I remember having this exact same cover.
Then, I read it again as an adult. My mind became so confused and torn by the fact that Harriet is completely and utterly emotionally unhealthy. This time around, I had to put the book down a few times to digest the fact that this almost-perfect character was not even close to perfect. In fact, she was oddly attached to her nanny and kind of a spoiled brat. Now, it’s not as if I don’t understand the love for this novel and character. I do. It’s just that my mind is slowly moving towards the side that isn’t okay with emotional attachment to someone other than a child’s parents. But I am certainly open to discussion on this. Did anyone else find themselves having a similar reaction to this character?
by Louise Fitzhugh
Originally published in 1964