Oh, Mustang, how I adored you when I found you in a dusty little used bookshop in Vancouver, Washington, when I was just sixteen. I still love you for all that you meant to me, but sadly, I have outgrown you ... The story of a California teenager, the boy she loves, a sunken treasure, an innocent lie told to two thugs, a hijacking, the descendants of Jack the Ripper, and an underwater attempt to steal London's crown jewels, this book helps me understand why, when I am writing my own fiction, my plots sometimes go so crazily awry! But ... despite the overkill of asides, and the over-overkill of over-explanation, and the over-over-overkill of bad British slang, this is a fun book, and I just wish that for one day I could be the sixteen-year-old who read it over and over until the cover was nearly worn off, mesmerized both by the story and by a style of story-telling (Mustang was the original Bridget Jones) I had never encountered before.