I loved these books so so much. Collected all of them, visited the island as a kid. I wrote Marguerite Henry a letter and she wrote me back, and my parents framed it. I didn't know Maureen had died, or that the ranch had burned down. God, how terribly sad.

I grew up pretty poor and we moved like fifteen times before I was ten. I'm turn on whether I should read this book. Might be too much.