This is the young adult novel that I wish I had written: suspenseful in a happy, positive way, lots of funny wordplay, Wodehouse references all over the place, and sentences like, “She grew into her angular face, filled out her figure, and transformed from a homely child into a loaded potato- all while sitting quietly in a suburban hammock, reading the short stories of Dorothy Parker and drinking lemonade.” p.5
I want to be a loaded potato or at least be able to take credit for the expression.
