Yesterday I bought a copy of that immortal middle-school classic, Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret. I told G she would love it, but she was underwhelmed by my endorsement, so I (re)read it myself and then left it on her bedside table in case she changed her mind.
Just now, I went in to see if she was asleep, and found her deep into the book, reading by flashlight.
"This is pretty good," she informed me.
Yes, yes it is!