This book is one of eight books that I have kept from my childhood to this day. My mother read them to me when I was young, I read them myself when I was old enough, I read them to my children when they were young, and someday I'll read them to my grandchildren.
Most-of-the-Time Maxie is a cute little rhyming story about a very imaginative boy. He goes on adventures, pretending to be a firefighter, circus performer, cowboy, and more. But at the end of the day, he's "just plain Maxie." The pictures match the story perfectly and help it to come alive. I love how his dog, though never mentioned in the story line, appears with him in all of his adventures.
"Maxie was Maxie, most of the time -- Maxie MacDougal McCoy. He was not very big, and not very small, Not very short, and not very tall, Just an everyday kind of a boy."
Thus begins one of my fondest memories from my childhood. I was a very imaginative child, and when my mom found this short picture book about a boy with a huge immagination, she bought it because it reminded her of me. She read it to me several times over the years, and when I got the chance to get my own copy for my kids, I jumped at it.
There isn't anything particularly profound or awe-inspiring in this book. The story is simple and sweet, the pictures match it. But this simple celebration of imagination and the memories attached to it, along with the fact that it will always be "my book," rocket it to the top.
I still love this book. It is simply amazing and I loved reading it to my own little Maxies. I heartily recommend it. It's just a shame that it has become so hard to find.