How many ways did I love this book?
As I used to say as a kid, "Every which-a-way."

Here is just a smattering of sentences I loved. (And that's a good word: smattering.)
One teacher--a man--wears flip-flops. He has hair on his toes. Mattie is glad she will not be in his class. Seems wrong to know your teacher has hair on his toes.Mattie feels herself blush. She's not sure what a hernia is, but it seems like if you had one, you wouldn't want people knowing about it. Like warts or a bad report card.
Quincy had a way of talking--flat and dull, like stones dropping plunk, plunk
in a puddle.
Mattie feels whatever brave she had sliding out the bottom of her shoes.
Kisses Mattie on the top of her head, drops his hat over the kiss spot. It feels good. Like having a Band-Aid on a paper cut.There are lots of other sentences in
Hound Dog True by
Linda Urban.
Go read them.