Like an outsider Nancy Drew, Fitzhugh’s Harriet has won the esteem—“allegiance” is probably a better word—of countless young girls who’ve mimicked her notetaking (as well as her unwavering love for tomato sandwiches). She is, in a word, beloved, most likely because her stance apart—as writer, as spy, or just as a keen but innocent intelligence trying to find a place for itself in the world—resonates with even the most articulate young readers in ways they can’t quite explain.
One of the first books, I think, for young people that included an element of mental illness. Must have been a great comfort to many anxiety-ridden children over the years whom, at last, could see themselves and their feelings in a heroine. Just a great book, too.
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