In order to help you help me with the “Hey Tumblr, any idea as to how to make a ‘Little Mermaid Turning Into Sea Foam’ Halloween costume?” question I posted below, here are some pictures that will TOTALLY help us figure this out.

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This list by Lizzie Skurnick for The Awl (which is great but obviously I remember 85% of these books and Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler should be remembered by everyone) prompted me to look up this book, and then to remember that it was a sequel to Remember Me to Harold Square and in turn to finally understand just now why that title was a joke. As far as I’m concerned the title of this book is Thames (pronounced to rhyme exactly with James) Doesn’t Rhyme with James.

This has been one pointless exercise in nostalgia for the day. Please feel free to return to the rest of your pointless exercises in nostalgia.

Seriously, not knowing (and loving!) From the Mixed-Up Files… is grounds for immediate friendship cancellation.

From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler! This is definitely near the top of the list of books I’ve purchased for grown men, ostensibly because their lives couldn’t possibly be complete without having read them, but really because I’m the one who’s built of snakes and snails and certain essential fictional tales. (Certain essential fictional tales of the “young adult” or “juvenile” variety, that is.) (Of course.)

To really love me, you have to know me. And to know me, you have to be just as in love with A Wrinkle in Time and all seven books comprising Edward Eager’s Magic series and The Paper Bag Princess and From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler (and oh so many more!) as I am. Right?

Right?

I mean, this is the reason that whenever I go to the Met, I insist on trading the typical Which-Work-Of-Art-From-This-Gallery-Would-You-Take-Home-No-Not-Which-One-Do-You-Like-Best-That’s-A-Different-Game game for the So-Where-Would-We-Sleep? ultimate challenge.