Book #58: The Face on the Milk Carton

Caroline B. Cooney, The Face on the Milk Carton, (1996), 192p

This was one of my FAVOURITE books from my childhood. I vividly remember ordering it from Scholastic through school (oh how I loved browsing through those leaflets and circling about 25 books I wanted to order.) I think I probably read this book about 10 times. I sort of remember it turning into a series, but I’m not sure I ever got past the second book.

When I was getting ready for my vacation (seriously, it was like a month and a half ago. I’m so far behind on everything in my life) I found this book in the eBook collection at my library. Obviously I HAD TO DOWNLOAD IT AND READ IT RIGHT AWAY. Was it as good as I remembered? Clearly not. But then again, what things are?

Janie stumbles across a childhood picture of herself on the side of a milk carton during lunchtime with her high school friends. She can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. Why are there so few pictures of herself from her childhood? Why doesn’t she look like her parents? This discovery leads Janie down a path where she might not like what she finds.

Looking back now, it is so cheesy and predictable. But, reading this as a 10 year old, it was dark and broody. It was kind of fun revisiting a childhood fave, but I don’t think I’m going to jump back and reread/read the series again. 

2015 Reading Challenge: A book from your childhood 

Book #32: Charlotte’s Web

E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web, (1952), 184p

Sometimes I get very sentimental. Sometimes I long for the sweet innocence and completely unjaded days of my childhood. On days like that, or simply when I need a pallet cleanser from attempting to read one of the most disturbing books of my life, I pick up one of my childhood favourites and revisit it.

Seriously, is there a more perfect or beautiful book out there than Charlotte’s Web? I highly doubt it. I am likely incredibly biased because I would rank it as my all-time favourite children’s book, but I am sure many others will agree.

Even rereading it, I cried. This has to be the most heartbreaking paragraph ever written.

She never moved again. Next day, as the Ferris wheel was being taken apart and the race horses were being loaded into vans and the entertainers were packing up their belongings and driving away in their trailers, Charlotte died. The Fair Grounds were soon deserted. The sheds and the buildings were empty and forlorn. The infield was littered with bottles and trash. Nobody, of the hundreds of people that had visited the Fair, knew that a grey spider had played the most important part of all. No one was with her when she dies. p. 171

I love this tale of unexpected friendship and loyalty. I love Fern and Wilbur and Charlotte. I even learn to appreciate Templeton.

What are your childhood faves? Have you reread them as an adult? Please dish!

Happy reading –
Laurie 🙂