Out of all the Beverly Cleary books that I read during my childhood, I can't believe that I'd never read Henry Huggins. While there isn't necessarily much to this book, I must admit that there is a certain charm to Henry and his adventures with Ribsy. As an adult that was familiar with Henry only through the context of Ramona and Beezus, it was nice to be able to step into his origin story and Cleary's first every published work. This was delightful, simplistic, and brought me back to my very own childhood. Hopefully in the coming year or so, I'll get the chance to read more from this series and continue on with the rest of Cleary's titles.