Rather, what I recall reading. I read this book when I was in grade school and it popped into my mind a few weeks ago. It's a pitch-perfect mysetery story, set in a suburban neighborhood that has one old house remaining--the house that contains a secret.
It's still in print--but I suddenly had a yearning to see the cover of the edition I read. These days, I'm more inclined to read ebooks than print, and tell myself that I don't really care about the heft of a volume or the appearance of a cover. But that cover was more evocative than I realized.