I read Harriet the Spy and The Long Secret in grade school and it was only a couple years ago that I discovered there was this other book, Sport. I was excited because I'd liked Sport in Harriet the Spy and was looking forward to reading more about him. Sport reminded me of myself because I was also the only child of a single parent and I took on a lot of worry and responsibility about money. But when I finally managed to lay hands on a copy, I was disappointed. Her writing wasn't nearly so pithy and the plot was thin and predictable. The characters were one-dimensional. It was like when a series becomes a franchise and other authors start writing sequels, except this actually was the original author. It's too bad because Sport could have made a great main character. Perhaps publishers pressured Fitzhugh into writing this sequel, I don't know. But her love for the characters seemed to have gone.