So My Twelve-Year-Old Doesn’t Die
This is why I’m reviewing Best Friends for Never (Katie the Catsitter #2) at this moment, folks–because my twelve-year-old might die if she has to wait another hour for it. I gave her the first one for Christmas and at the time, the second book wasn’t out yet; once it came out and she FOUND out, however, she’s been–ahem!–a trifle eager to get her hands on it. Thankfully, I did manage to finish it before dinner, and so here we are! (I might have finished it earlier, except that I spent almost three hours painting doors and trim today and then had a shorter-than-usual wait at the elementary school because that same eager twelve-year-old missed the bus and had to be retrieved.)
Luckily, it was a fun read–every bit as fun as the first book, in fact. There’s a nice nod to feelings, a hero twist or two, and a lurking British baking show. What’s not to love? Friend problems proliferate for a bit, but resolution prevails; I’m guessing my eager twelve-year-old will love this one.