August 28, 2012
Victoria hates nonsense. There is no need for it when your life is perfect. The only smudge on her pristine life is her best friend Lawrence. He is a disaster--lazy and dreamy, shirt always untucked, obsessed with his silly piano. Victoria often wonders why she ever bothered being his friend. (Lawrence does, too.)
But then Lawrence goes missing. And he's not the only one. Victoria soon discovers that Mrs. Cavendish's children's home is not what it appears to be. Kids go in but come out . . . different, or they don't come out at all.
If anyone can sort this out, it's Victoria, even if it means getting a little messy.
Wow. It finally has a cover.
And it's a perfect cover.
I'll get you, my pretty. Someday soon.
I might claim to be a solely YA book blogger, but it's time for a little confession: my literary pleasure, the titles that give me as much happiness and warmth as a cup of well-brewed, sweetened tea - or maybe a cupcake without that all that wretched frosting - are middle-grade titles. Things like Percy Jackson and The Emerald Atlas and Ordinary Magic (which I really need to review, don't I)?
And now, this one.
As soon as I get a chance to read it, and believe me, I WILL, because isn't that summary too tantalizing for words? For some reason, I'm thinking of the last scene in Willy Wonka (the book, of course), where all the naughty children are returned to their guardians - "just as obnoxious and nasty as always," the candy-making genius claims, but the illustration shows a little differently.
Not that I think that Lawrence will be turned into a candy. That's just too...ew.