Reviews : 12 Days of Back To School Books: Day Four

"Twelve-year-old BFFs are matchmaking geniuses. Sweet! Not long after they schemed to get Ginnie’s widowed dad to fall in love with Tillie’s divorced mom, Ginnie stumbled upon her late mom's journals, making life even more awesome sauce … until her dad confiscated the journals, determined to protect Ginnie from a danger he won’t name. Ginnie is counting on her future sister's help to make Dad change his mind, but Tillie's not so sure the ghost of Ginnie's mom will make a good addition to their new family tree. The girls' world gets flipped upside-down when a blast from the past shows up and makes Tillie go nutburgers. Ginnie is torn between helping her best friend and what could be the answer to her deepest wish."

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When Monique Bucheger isn’t writing, you can find her playing taxi cab driver to one or more of her 12 children, plotting her next novel, scrapbooking, or being the “Mamarazzi” at any number of child-oriented events. Even though she realizes there will never be enough hours in any given day, Monique tries very hard to enjoy the journey that is her life. She shares it with a terrific husband, her dozen children, a son-in-law, and 3 adorable grandchildren, one cat, and many real and imaginary friends. She is the author of the Ginnie West Adventure middle-grade series: The Secret Sisters Club, Trouble Blows West, & Simply West of Heaven. and Being West Is Best, a picture book: Popcorn.

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Question and Answer with the Author

1. All-time favorite book? Our Only May Amelia by Jennifer Holm

2. Writing snack of choice? GOOD Chocolate

3. Top hobby you do when not writing? Scrapbooking

4. Favorite Animal? Horse

SNIPPET # 2:

Tired of keeping her uncle’s secret, Ginnie and Uncle Jake face off:

Before she could tell her feet whether to flee toward the barn, the pasture, or the front of the house, Uncle Jake stood in front of her, worry coloring his face. “Don’t make me jump any hoops. Just tell me what’s wrong. And don’t say ‘nope’ or ‘nothing.’ Wests don’t lie.”

“But they sure know how to keep secrets, don’t they?” Ginnie let the words drip with spite. She crossed her arms. “Too bad Wests don’t keep their promises.”

“Didn’t we just have this conversation?”

She toggled her head. “I told you that you didn’t want to hear what I had to say. Too bad you didn’t listen, huh?”

“Wow, even more attitude.” His eyes narrowed. Then worry crept into his voice. “Is this how you’re gonna act tonight? Because I thought you had my back.”

“I have your back as much as you have mine.” She took a sideways step.

He matched her move. “I do have your back. You need to have some patience.”

“No, sir.” Ginnie shook her head so hard her blonde braids flipped from one shoulder to the other. “What I NEED is a dad who isn’t afraid of his past, an uncle who keeps his promises, a best friend who doesn’t have to talk about weddings all the time, and oh—a brother who isn’t perfect.”

Uncle Jake hung his thumb on his jean pocket and asked quietly. “Anything else?”

“As long as you’re asking, a mom who isn’t dead would be nice.” She blinked quickly and jutted her chin. “But since pigs don’t fly, I got nothing.”

She brushed the bangs out of her eyes and glared just past his shoulder. “Leave. Me. Alone.”