Young Zippy was fodder for an excellent book-club discussion at my place a couple of Sundays ago. She really brought out the small-town girl in all of us as we reminisced about running roughshod in our neighborhoods until the street-lights came on, riding bikes to school, and even just playing in our front yards-- things parents don't let kids do a whole lot of anymore. Funny stories came out in our discussion too about pet-sitting mishaps and crazy neighbors. But we also greatly appreciated Zippy's more sentimental and even heartbreaking side. One of our members liked this book so much that as soon as she finished reading it, she turned right back to page one and started all over. This was the second time reading it for me, and I don't reread that many books.For those of us who wondered whatever became of the inhabitants of Zippy's world and especially her mother, one member told us about the sequel to Zippy called She Got Up Off the Couch. I just picked it up and have barely finished the preface, but I can already tell it will suck me in the same way Zippy did.
I hope we have a book-club discussion about this one. And I'm extremely bummed I missed the discussion about this one from before I joined the club. Just finished it and I'm still reeling.