Read them if you ever get a chance. That's all.Among the ranks of her characters, one is my absolute favorite: "Uncle Bennie". He's only 4, but he's certainly an uncle, and his thought-process absolutely cracks me up. He wonders what "Great Relish" tastes like. After all, his older sister (Jerry and Rachel Pye's mother) is always saying people ate her dinners with "great relish." He catches crickets and names them all "Sam" because he doesn't know which is which. When he wants them to sing all he has to do is say, "Sing, Sams." And one or another will start to chirp. He is a darling, and by the first paragraph about him, you're in love. :) Pretty nearly by the first paragraph of any of her books, you're hooked. I highly recommend Eleanor Estes as an under-appreciated but thoroughly deserving author. Please rummage up one of her books at the library ASAP. :)
"At first Uncle Bennie's mother did not want him to go. A whole summer seemed like such an awfully long time to be parted from him. But since he was looking pale, having just had the chicken-pox, she finally said, "All right."
After all, Uncle Bennie would be with Mrs. Pye, who was his own big sister, which made him the uncle of Jerry and Rachel, though he was not half as old. He was only three, and he had been born an uncle. Some people are never uncles, but he had been one from the start, ever since he was a minute old; a minute-old uncle is what he had once been.
Since his mother still looked sad at the idea of a long separation, Uncle Bennie said to her, "If the fire's too hot on that island that's on fire, I'll come back. I'll swim back. I can swim, you know," he said indignantly, though so far no one had said he couldn't. "On the bottom of the bath-tub, I swim."
~Pinky Pye by Eleanor Estes