Because of Winn-Dixie

by Kate DiCamillo

Just about everything that happened to me that summer happened because of Winn-Dixie.

“There’s a secret ingredient in there,” Miss Franny said. “I know it,” I told her. “I can taste it. What is it?” “Sorrow,” Miss Franny said. “Not everybody can taste it. Children, especially, seem to have a hard time knowing it’s there.” “I taste it,” I said. “Me, too,” said Amanda. “Well, then,” Miss Franny said, “you’ve probably both had your share of sadness.”

“Other people’s tragedies should not be the subject of idle conversation. There was no reason for me to tell you.”