I can't think or talk about this book without choking up. Ms. Hartwig, my sixth grade teacher in primary school assigned this book. She was already a mature woman by then and I still wonder what was in her subversive heart when she chose this book.
When a book for twelve year olds has villains with something called The Status Quo Solidifier, and the hero is a near-outcast named Skinny Malinsky, well, you know you're in for a yarn and a caper.
As far as I can tell it is out of print. If you find a copy, get it. Read it for yourself first, then give it to your kid, your niece, your nephew, anyone. It might seem slight or absurd to an adult. But I guarantee you that ten-year-old in your life will love it.
But remember when you read it, you can't read it with your grown-up heart. You have to dig deep, go back, find that ten or eleven or twelve year-old. You have to go back to when the seedling of your intellect had just begun to soak in the sun. When you began to ask questions.
Why? Says who? Why do the grown-ups whisper when that talk about that? Why are they obviously lying to me about this? Can't they tell that I can tell they're holding something back?
Find that kid, open this book, and read.