The poor souls had to answer the impossible question, “Will I like it?” but they shouldered the burden bravely. I polled my friends who had read the book. Still, I’ve had a good run of luck with DiCamillo as of late and I was willing to push it. A girl, seen from behind, stands ankle-deep in water holding a single baton. And when the cover for Raymie Nightingale was released it was easily summarized in one word: Meaningful. It’s good as a reviewer to know your own shortcomings and I just sort of figured that I’d avoid DiCamillo books when they looked deep and insightful.
Spaghetti loving horses and girls that live in tree houses? Right up my alley! China rabbits and mice with excessive earlobes? Not my cup of tea. Which is to say, the less emotional and meaningful they are, the better I like ‘em. My relationship to Kate DiCamillo’s books is one built entirely on meaning.
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