Reading someone’s diary might just be the pinnacle of rudeness. But is it acceptable if the person is fictional?
After graduating from the American Girl books, as a child I’d fill up my library-card quota with titles from Scholastic’s “Dear America” series, Dreams in the Golden Country; One Eye Laughing, the Other Weeping; When Will This Cruel War Be Over? — these are just a sampling of the 30-plus books in the collection, each of which focuses on various moments in American history. Told from the perspective of a 12-to-14-year-old girl, these stories resonated deeply with me. I devoured them and often found it difficult to reemerge from Dust Bowl–era Oklahoma, the attack on Pearl Harbor, or a plantation in Virginia when I was called to other duties.






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