I probably read this book about a thousand times when I was little, and decided to pick it up again while I'm at home for winter break — the holiday setting seemed fitting.
Nancy Drew (both the books and the character) always meant so much to me — they were the first pieces of writing that really turned me onto books and showed me what literature could be. I read each of my 13 copies from front to back a million times each, borrowed a ton more from the library, got the interactive book one Christmas, played the video games, watched the movie twice, started a club at school, and even dabbled in writing my own Nancy Drew mystery (it was really bad, but it's the thought that counts).
Needless to say, revisiting this was a little bit strange, but overall cathartic. This specific book had never been my favourite from my collection, but I held it close to my heart all the same because of the character at the center of it. 2020 has somehow turned into the year of me leaning into nostalgia and the media that shaped me during my formative years, and while reading this, it was impossible for me to ignore the impact that Nancy had on me as an 8-12 year old child. I have her to thank for so many of my own personal qualities that have only been refined over the years, and all-in-all, I'm so glad I included her in this unofficial trip down memory lane.