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