I found Clarice Bean, Don't Look Now amongst my storage items when I moved back to Australia, so I thought I'd give it another read all these years after I first read it.
This story, for it's intended age group, is surprisingly dark and nihilistic. Honestly it has really somber overtones throughout the entire story, and though it doesn't bother me, it was completely unexpected of a children's/middle grade novel. I did, however, enjoy the little touches of Clarice's relationships with such varying people. Whether her older siblings' friends, elderly people at the nursing home, school friends, or construction workers at her home, it was a nice element.
Overall, it definitely didn't hold the same charm it did when I was younger (particularly the first person, present tense narration), but I can see why it appealed to me back then. Proof unto myself that not every book I loved as a kid will stand the test of time in my eyes.