I started reading this book because it was sitting on a table at home. I kept reading it because it’s touching.

Loser, by Jerry Spinelli is a delightful story about a kid named Donald Zinkoff. He’s an outcast, but he doesn’t really know it because he’s such a pure and kindhearted kid.

Stories about saint-like people who improve the lives of everyone they encounter can sometimes be twee–as though the inherent goodness of the main character warps reality and makes every person, and every object, unbearably quaint. That’s not the case here. Donald exists in the real world. He just makes it 10% better.