When I was a kid, my aunt gave me the book The Underneath. She didn’t know me very well, she just knew I loved reading and animals. ( she doesn’t like animals at all) I read the first page, where it vividly describes a cat who abandoned at the side of the road. It sent me into hysterics, and I never read the entire book. I don’t think my aunt read what the book was actually about, just saw it had animals

That’s such a good book! For me it’s The Penderwicks by Jeanne Birdsall. Being an only child, I loved escaping into a world with a big family and so many sisters. The writing was so descriptive, I could picture myself running around the groups of the mansion with the girls. I also saw myself myself in Jane, a bookworm who wrote her own stories. I only read 3 out of the 5 in the series before I grew out of them, but I’d love to read the last 2 as an adult to feel all the nostalgia and good vibes😊