Another book I'm declining to rate, because it's such a mix I just don't know. My heart goes out to Harriet, who is hitting that age when nothing makes sense and everything that would never happen in a million years suddenly happens. I recognize the part of her that's just had the rug pulled out, the betrayal of her beloved nanny leaving compounded by all her classmates turning on her--but at the same time, my sympathy is tempered by Harriet's brattiness. Most, if not all, of her school problems are ones she brought on herself, and while she does eventually apologize for everything she said, she doesn't seem to feel a lot of genuine remorse. She wins her way back to her classmates' good graces by doing more spying and gossiping, only this time about their parents. 
 The writing, though, is excellent, and timeless in a way so many books aren't. Harriet's voice is so true to the horrors of sixth grade that it's eerie; never once did I get the impression that the story was being told by an adult who was pretending to be this socially-awkward pubescent girl. 
 I just didn't like Harriet. Also, the narrator for the audio book makes Sport sound like Milhouse from The Simpsons. That never ceased to be distracting.