I just finished the third book featuring Sara Pennypacker’s Clementine. Not surprisingly, I loved it. Not as laugh-out-loud funny as the first one, but it had some sweetly sentimental moments. One of my favorite parts: Clementine is in a Chinese grocery admiring a tank of eels when her friend (N-O-T, not her boyfriend!) Mitchell tells her that some people smoke eel.
“I very small, secret part of me wanted to see someone smoking an eel. But not today.”
Yet another reason why Clementine simply rocks.