
I read a lot of YA during the hot months. It's a thing. I enjoy it. This summer has been FULL of bad-servicable choices on my part- some bad enough to be fun, some perfectly fine, a few just plain bad.
This is none of that. This is a genuinely good book. I feel like a lot of YA is written about precocious kids by people who either were not, or do not remember what it was like to be precocious children. This kid, however, is an entirely believable precocious child. When reality doesn't make sense (Preparing for atomic war by practicing "duck and cover"? Please.) then things that don't make sense are easy to accept as reality (ghosts? why not). There's a line when the kids are discussing whether or not they are turning into cats, one of them points out that they've all grown whiskers, and another asks "well, how do you know this isn't just puberty?" that utterly encompasses the confusion of being a smart kid with not nearly enough data.
I laughed out loud, and I'm an adult. I do not have any teenage kids for a test audience, but I 100% recommend this one.
This is none of that. This is a genuinely good book. I feel like a lot of YA is written about precocious kids by people who either were not, or do not remember what it was like to be precocious children. This kid, however, is an entirely believable precocious child. When reality doesn't make sense (Preparing for atomic war by practicing "duck and cover"? Please.) then things that don't make sense are easy to accept as reality (ghosts? why not). There's a line when the kids are discussing whether or not they are turning into cats, one of them points out that they've all grown whiskers, and another asks "well, how do you know this isn't just puberty?" that utterly encompasses the confusion of being a smart kid with not nearly enough data.
I laughed out loud, and I'm an adult. I do not have any teenage kids for a test audience, but I 100% recommend this one.