My youngest granddaughter found a copy of THE WIMPY KID’S DIARY (The Ugly Truth) in her stocking on Christmas morning. She’s 9 and a half years old. Of course she’s smart. She’s my grandchild. By the time she arrived at our house on Christmas day she had already finished the book. I asked her if I could borrow it.
What a treat to read that book. It’s so realistic. When I was growing up, a diary was a book you locked with a key. This book tells it like it is, for all the world to read. It’s definitely not eloquent, but it is certainly real!
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