"Give me a dollar or I'll spit on you."

Sheer ecstasy. That's the only way to describe what I'm feeling right now.

I was going through some boxes in my bedroom AKA the storage room and I found my favorite childhood book, There's a Boy in the Girls' Bathroom by Louis Sachar. I want to sit down and read it right now, but I can't. I have to work on cleaning my room. It's tragic.

Some childhood books you outgrow. I won't touch The Babysitters Club or Sweet Valley Twins. There's a Boy... is different though. For some reason, it endures. At 20-years-old, it still appeals to me, although maybe in different ways than it did 12 years ago.