As a child, I was an extremely picky reader. My mom had to argue with me to force me to try something new. I was very much a comfort-zone reader. I had my Thoroughbred books and my Animorphs, and I figured that anything outside of that was dumb and boring. Most of the classic or well-rated children's books remained unread until I became a children's librarian.
I was vaguely aware of the existence of the Fudge books by Judy Blume, but as I had already read Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret, I erroneously and bizarely concluded that the Fudge books were "for boys."
Grown up me is rolling her eyes at small me.
Because these books are amazing and hilarious and I deeply regret not reading them as a child. At least I am atoning for that literary sin by reading them now.
I don't often laugh out loud while reading children's books, but Blume had me in stitches. I'm on book four of the series now, and I wish there were more of them.
If you haven't read them, go forth! Read! Discover Fudge and Pee-tah (which ALWAYS makes me think of Peeta Mallark!) and Sheila and Tootsie! If you've read them, go back and read them again. Librarian's orders.