Thinking about our younger years

I bought Sam Homecoming by Cynthia Voight for Christmas. I loved the book when I was a kid, and I hoped she would like it as well. As she was reading it, she asked me questions about the story and the characters, and it had been so long since I read it, I couldn’t really answer her. (Although, truth be told, even if I had remembered, I probably wouldn’t have answered. I’m a big fan of the read it/watch it to find out line of thinking.) So, when she finished Homecoming and we bought Dicey’s Song (the next book in the series and also totally fantastic), I went back to my childhood and re-read Homecoming. And since I’m a somewhat fast reader, I whipped through Dicey’s Song as well. They were both as good as I remembered, but I couldn’t quite get back to those hot, lazy summer days when I’d just spend all my time reading. Just thinking about those days makes me want to go to the library and decimate the teen fiction section like I used to (back before teen fiction centered around vampires). I know you can't go home again, but sometimes it would be nice to visit.