Harriet the Spy, the book

I was telling a friend yesterday about the impact this book had on me. I read it when I was the same age as Harriet, 11, and at the time I also wanted to be a writer. I related to her curiosity and observations about other people. The humor is dry, for juvenile fiction, and I loved that as well. I still have the books I wrote in, mimicking her—and a big bin of the journals I went on to keep for many years.

I just wondered if Harriet and her story were as important to anyone else.