Dear Sarah Weeks,
I hope you don't find this offensive, but after I read your novel, Save Me a Seat, I immediately had to look up how old you were, because I thought for sure we must have both been in middle school in the late 1990s, especially at your mention of "Ghetto Superstar," which has been stuck in my head since last night. (Thanks for that.)
I know this book was about Joe and Ravi, but frankly, I think the strongest character was Dillon Samreen, the bully. The cool boy shaggy hair, the stupid "statement" boxer shorts, that hideous, smarmy little smile before doing something awful, stealing things and shoving them down his pants--you just described my bully. The guy whose face I can still remember so vividly that, 19 years later, it still feels like he could walk around the corner at any minute and ruin my day. I have a hunch that I'm not the only reader who's felt this way, and I wonder if every adult picking up this book has thought, "OMG, she just described that complete jerkface from 6th grade English. Wait, did Sarah Weeks sit next to me in class or something? How did she know?" If that's not the mark of a well-developed character, then I don't know what is.