One of the sequels endeared itself to me as a kid by at least giving a bunch of inside info about ice cream parlors--very early cozy mystery, in retrospect--but that's basically the only one I remember. Nothing lives up to the improvised domesticity of the original, and I feel like it's a proximate cause of both my love of "partly wild domesticity" and also "orphans living on their own." It's like an id explosion. Even thinking about it now, I want to reread it.
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Date: 2022-01-05 10:30 pm (UTC)