![]() I’m pretty sure if you zoomed in on a few particularly pretentious photos from 2005, you’d even find a moleskine notebook folded in my back pocket too. And, as many Facebook photos from the early 2000s will attest, there was also a time when I even wore the completely pointless black glasses without lenses. I still dress like Harriet to this day, right down to the cuffs on my baggy denim. In keeping with Fitzhugh’s iconic vision, Harriet proudly wears the same faux-spectacles, crumpled jeans with big turn-ups, the oversized hoodie, the pair of sneakers with long laces, and the leather belt from which hangs an assortment of tools that I always envied as a preteen. The other is from 1981, and rather than any illustrations, the cover instead hosts a photo of a girl dressed up as Harriet, and this is the version I remember most fondly. One is from 1974, with the original illustrations by Louise Fitzhugh in all their heartfelt precociousness. Out of love, I have two copies of Harriet the Spy. ![]() For many, the book offered a rare chance to not feel like the odd one out, or better still, to be glad that they were the odd one out. ![]() B ring up Harriet the Spy at any queer gathering and you’ll hear at least a few happy shouts of appreciation. ![]()
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