I should have known.  I only read it four, five hundred times myself.  This wasn’t the first time for her either.  Tears.  Mournful, tender tears.

I patted her back, pulled her on my lap.  Put my face to hers.

“I know”, I said, “It’s always so sad when Charlotte dies.  She was a good friend”.

Blasted books.  The best ones get us every time.



Filed under books, girls

9 responses to “Charlotte

  1. Ohh…my mom used to read this to me before bed…long after I was old enough to read it myself. It’s one of my all-time favorites EVER.

    And yes…she was a good friend. I cried every time, too…xoxo

  2. Denise

    don’t go making me cry now – it is only 8:00am in my parts.

  3. I remember crying reading Charlotte too. *sniff*. Great book.

  4. I’m pretty sure T won’t let me read it to him; he refuses the watch the DVD “because it’s so sad.” Maybe another time.

  5. This is one of our favorite books–we’ve read it several times, already.

  6. We just finished reading Charlotte about a week ago. Stella and I just cried and cried. Such a wonderful story about good friends and kind hearts.

  7. one of my first loves. and still one of my favorites.

  8. Just an hour ago, I was driving home from an event with a car full of fellow librarians, and we were talking about books that made us cry when we read them to our kids (and alos made our kids cry). Charlotte was one. For me it was the Polar Express and Cat Heaven. O my goodness.

  9. Don’t you just love a good book? Dry the tears little one. It will be ok.

    Just this morning I was wishing that I got paid to read books….I’m 3/4 of the way through one now that I can’t hardly put down. Darn work.

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