5.0

as a person whose self-image at age six basically was matilda, i have always felt a kind of weird kinship with mara wilson. i know from her twitter and her work on wtnv that we share similar taste as adults. now after reading this i'm kind of stunned at how similar we really seem to be, even though our lives have been (obviously) very different. i like mara wilson and this book a lot. i cried, but it was a good cry, like a cry of recognition, especially during the chapter on ocd and depression. a good good book