I don’t remember how I first found Mercy Watson.
I do remember reading the stories about her to both of my kids. Listening to audio versions in the car. Quoting from them. Waiting impatiently for new adventures.
That was years ago. But the porcine wonder is so wedged into my memory – into my heart, truthfully – that I had to pick up this new book and find out how DiCamillo bid farewell to the wonderful, wacky world she’d created (even if it's the first time I've read about her alone).
Not only was I not disappointed, I also couldn’t have been more satisfied. Everything that can be perfect about DiCamillo’s work is here.
She gives young readers exactly what they deserve – beautiful sentences to soak in, words they will want to use, animals and people to love, situations to laugh at, and experiences they’ll recognize.
Mercy’s last book opens in the shabby workspace of a private investigator. “It was almost as if the sun were embarrassed to show up in such a dingy office.”
Mrs. Watson is the first to notice that Mercy is missing. When she informs her husband, he picks up the phone to call the fire department. “The fire department was Mr. Watson’s default solution for every crisis. He had an unshakeable faith in a firefighter’s ability to bring order to a too-often disordered world.”
From that first phone call on, DiCamillo loops in every person you ever loved who walked Deckawoo Drive.
Frank Endicott takes notes about last sightings of Mercy. “His notes resembled the beginning of some strange fairy tale or a very bad poem. The list’s eclecticism, its supreme oddness, made Frank think about his friend Buddy Lamp, who owned a store called Buddy Lamp’s Used Goods.”
No one who has met Eugenia Lincoln will be surprised to hear that Mercy’s disappearance prompts her to pull out her accordion and play a jaunty tune.
“That pig has been the bane of my existence, and this is a happy, happy day,” she said.
“Oh, sister,” said Baby, “you shouldn’t take joy in other people’s suffering.”
“Schadenfreude,” said Eugenia.
“How’s that?” said Baby.
“Schadenfreude is the word for taking joy in another’s suffering. But that is not what’s happening here. Rather, I am taking joy in my liberation from that pig’s reign of terror.”
Stella Endicott and some friends take the search into the woods, and I almost yelped with joy at this line: “Stella and Horace and Maybelline were lost. Well, they weren’t lost exactly. They were wandering.”
The search does finally find its way up the dark staircase to the investigator’s office.
“Stella and Mrs. Watson led the way. Stella held Mrs. Watson’s hand, and Mrs. Watson found this wonderfully comforting.”
Wonderfully comforting is how I find the Mercy Watson series. Please read these books. Read them out loud to your kids. Read them for yourself. Read them to make any day perfect for at least a little while.