My third grade teacher read us a book that I loved. Since I had her twice I got to hear it again.
Years later, remembering this book, all I could remember about it was that it was about a girl who suddenly became so tiny she could live in a tomato can and use toothpaste tops as drinking glasses and acorn tops as dinner plates. She also kept saying, “Ever since yesterday.”
I wrote Miss Meyer a letter once and asked her the name of the book. She wrote back and told me but I must have not kept the letter.
It took me years of internet searching before I finally found out the name: Twig, and even longer before I was able to purchase it. I’ve had it for quite a while now, and while I have looked at a number of illustrations in the book, I have not reread it. I am afraid the magic will be lost.