Okay, because this book is out of the battle. I'm going to post my review.
3.5 stars really. Because this book has moments of being perfect and moments that just don’t work for me. (Note, this review devolves into a more general discussion of my thoughts on MG fiction pretty fast.)
Not just because I'm almost 30 an it's middle grade fiction (which I think I might have some issues with in general).
This is objectively a charming story about a young girl who ends up getting a book published with the help of her friend who acts as her agent.
Miss Clayton their teacher who is consistently supportive (for all her doubts) is kind of awesome as a character.
Some of the chapter titles are amazing. I laughed more than once.
Most of the stuff surrounding Nathalie’s dad's death is really well done. Not sure about the stuff with her Mom (who is a book editor). The part where Nathalie’s mom is all, “You’ll never guess what happened at work today” is hilarious (since Natalie has orchestrated the whole thing) But on the other hand (and this goes back to my issues with a lot of MG fiction), I don't know if my mother ever said that to me as a child and then described her day.
Although the fun of keeping the secret publishing plan from Nathalie's mother is nothing nothing to the hilarity of telling Zoe’s father, THEIR LAWYER.
The friendship between the two girls is great too.
But I just don’t know.
Part of it is that while I don’t read a huge amount of YA, I read some. So there is comparison ability. I have read some YA that is amazing, some that is mediocre, some that I really, really don’t like. I don’t read much MG. So I’m sort of stuck rating this in a vacuum, in my late twenties. And while moments were fabulous, IDK. I think in many ways I was far too practical for this book, even as a child (though that's hindisght). And in some ways I’m even more practical now. And the practical part of me is pointing out the inherent issues with this piece of MG fiction.
I've been thinking about this. Even while I was reading this book and finding it charming, part of my brain was rolling my eyes, because I just can't relate to this book in a lot of ways. And I don't think I would have related to it entirely at eight either. I read a lot as a kid, but I read a lot of books that were either classics and so sent in a different time period, or had fantasy elements (a lot of my favourite books as a child also had animal protagonists). I think part of the reason those were my preference was the increased degree of separation between the books and reality. It eliminates the problem of 'realism' in MG fiction (which isn't always particularly realistic in that it's slightly exaggerated for story pruposes).
This book is set in the "real world," at least theoretically (I really do recognize that it's fiction), and I think ten-year-old me would have been highly sceptical. It doesn't help that it features (as a lot of MG fiction does), at least one overly precocious child (in this Zoe, though Nathalie has elements of it). The character who's so enterprising and so brave and so unafraid to try anything that it rings a bit false, and becomes almost unrealistic. I understand that it's fiction. I understand the reason why these types of characters show up all the time in MG fiction; fiction favours the superlative when it comes to storytelling. I'm sure I read my fair share of books featuring overly precocious children as a child, but not a single one sticks out to me now as a particular favourite. Not one with a contemporary setting at least. Which leads me to think I probably liked some of them, but loved none (I remember the books I loved). All of the books that I can remember were either set during a different time period, or had something else to distinguish them from my day to day. There was a degree of separate that prevented my pragmatic child's brain from reacting with: "This book is a bit stupid. Why is it pretending to be realistic? No one I know would *ever* act like that or talk like that. We might play at writing books and let our parents read them, but actually publish them? No one I know would *ever* be able to do that." I suspect it's the same reason why I hated Anne of Green Gables the first time I read it at age 10-11 (and loved it when I got a bit older and could appreciate the humour). I just didn't find Anne, with all of her big words, anything even remotely realistic (11 year old Andree and 11 year old Anne probably wouldn't have been friends; by 14, I imagine we would have got along like a house on fire).
And while as an adult, I can appreciate that objectively this is an excellent children's book, part of me still couldn't resist the urge to roll my eyes from time to time. In the end, detracting from the reading experience.