I just finished reading The Westing Game today. The first time I read I was in the fourth grade. It’s still one of my favourite books. I couldn’t possibly count how many times I have reread this, but through the years I have read two copies to tatters. I could read it over and over, all day long. I’m always sad when I get to the end. It’s kind of silly. I got it for my boyfriends niece a couple of years ago, and I’m always proud when I see that she lists it as her favorite book.