I loved this book. I don't know why. Well I know why, I
was am obsessed with Full House. Stephanie has to help out Uncle Jesse and cook dinner, realizes she's an amazing cook, and decides to open her own catering business. Yeah, she's 13 or something, and people totally hire teenage caterers all the time. It all ends up falling apart because again, she's like an infant (although I bet the Olsen twins could have done it).
I reread this book all the time as a child, but the lack of it in my life now has not hindered me in any way shape or form...that I know of. I do want to read Jodie Sweetin's memoir about being a meth addict though.