Last I read this book was in 2008. 11 years later, and it packs an even greater punch. The meaning of the poems. The coolness of having Walter Dean Myers come to a school. Oh My Gosh, how cool was that? I wonder if I have Christopher Myers come if that would work, too. But the sweetness of the book makes it worth reading every year. And if I'm this far behind on my goodreads goal every year, I'm also going to include Hate That Cat.