Harriet the Spy. When I was around ten years old, I fell in love with all things detective. Along with Nancy Drew, I loved watching The Man From U.N.C.L.E., The Girl From U.N.C.L.E., and Honey West. Whenever Ann Marie and I played spies I would quickly claim to be April Dancer or Honey West. Somewhere along the way I read the book, Harriet the Spy. It was all about a girl my age who loved to observe and spy on people. She would take copious notes in her composition notebooks and refer back to them to solve her cases. I once did a book report about Harriet back in the 5th or 6th grade. It was written in my neat cursive script, as it was always important to me that my work was of high quality. I even included a portrait of Harriet toting her spy supplies along with her. I was quite proud of my efforts as I never considered myself a gifted artist. Years later they made a movie about the book which I enjoyed watching with my daughter. I can't say that she was quite as enamored with Harriet as I remembered being.
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