was this sweet little book from the Weekly Reader Book Club called The Case of the Cat's Meow. I got it on February 22, 1966 - I know because my mother wrote the date inside along with my name. I guess I had a tendency to lose things back then at the ripe old age of seven. Lord knows I didn't lend my books out even then - and I still don't. The only time a book leaves my hands is when I intend to let it go forever. Isn't that terrible? I guess I imagine the borrower turning down a page or breaking the spine and well, that would not be good. But back to my first mystery story - it's about a missing cat and the little boys who investigate her disappearance. It's not very suspenseful and it has a happy ending, but for a seven-year-old, it was a terrifically spell-binding story and I've hung on to it for forty-six years. And I've never lent it out so it's still in pretty good condition for an antique. Like me.
What was your first memorable book as a child?