One of my favorite books ever is The Supermarket Mystery by Richard Scarry.
My mom has had the book since she was a little girl, she's read it to me and my sister many times, and now we read it to my brother. (Even though he prefers books we don't feel like reading to him) I'm surprised I haven't got it memorized. (I promise, I haven't. More Spaghetti, I Say, now that's a different story. But that's sort of a poem, so I'm allowed to quote it sometimes.)
Um... I don't really know why I'm gushing about it right now. I'm exceedingly attatched to it, but I'm not asking you to check it out from your library to read it. Ha. Ha. Ha.
I am not pleased with my computer. It keeps telling me I don't have Java Runtime installed when I DO. I oversaw the installation myself. I was there for the "YOU HAVE INSTALLED JAVA" part! :( And there's no ink in the printer.