“My name is India Opal Buloni, and last summer my daddy, the preacher, sent me to the store for a box of macaroni-and-cheese, some white rice, and two tomatoes and I came back with a dog.”
That’s the first sentence of Kate DiCamillo’s Newberry award-winning book Because of Winn-Dixie. It is supposedly for the young audience but I loved the story. Near run-on sentences like this one with entertaining details pull you along as do DiCamillo’s warm-hearted characters. There seems to be a new area of YA (young adult) books which grown-ups are reading. Maybe the quality of the writing has risen. I met an older couple on vacation who were enjoying listening to Little Women in their car. Have you read any kids’ books as an adult?