I loved this book in elementary school, but I hadn’t read it in…um…many, many years. Like, about twenty-five years. And I am very happy to announce that I still absolutely love it. I love Claudia for being a practical dreamer and a grammarian. I love Jamie for cheating at cards and hating to wash and having his life savings in coins that weigh down his pockets (and for being an anti-grammarian). I love the fact that these siblings run away not to the woods, or even to some dangerous city streets, but to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. And I love the fact that a feisty and funny art lover and octogenarian tells their story as no one else could.
It may sound cliché, but this book makes me smile. It is funny and timeless and just pretty wonderful. When I get on another re-reading kick, this one is definitely going on the list. I’m completely confident that I’ll love it again, and I’ll smile again, in twenty-five years. In fact, I’m already looking forward to it.