If Calvin and Hobbes were two sisters (instead of a boy and his tiger) I imagine they would be something like this. The love-hate-love relationship that is a sisterly bond is very well done.
If Mr. Cazenove doesn’t have sisters of his own, he is a keep observer of kids this age.
The humor, the situations, the lightning fast change in mood (as illustrated by the shadow right on the cover) are all well done.
There are only a few irritations.
1) The reliance on the trope that darker skin is bad. (This one right here knocked off a whole star by itself.)
If you think I’m crazy, go back and look. So many panels that show Wendy getting angry at Maureen, her skin gets darker. Also, the two or three token brown kids all appear in the same comic - one about how kids don’t like real food, only fast food. Funny on the surface. Until you realize that the two black kids are both fat stereotypes, only in front when talking about philly cheese steak and chicken nuggets, then they are completely hidden, never to be seen again. I’d rather this world have been lily white. We don’t need this kind of diversity in what was otherwise a good book.
2) The objectification of women.
This is subtle, and in so few places that I didn’t take off stars, but I had to mention it.
Every time Wendy or Maureen imagine themselves grown, they are beautiful, busty “hello nurse” versions of themselves. This, in and of itself, is not necessarily wrong. So many little girls DO imagine themselves that way. But added to the gratuitous boob cleavage that we get from Mom in one panel and the extra curves given to the girl that is supposed to be Wendy’s friend, it just felt too ever present in a book about a relationship between young sisters.
BUT
This book is highly enjoyable, and I think the good outweighs the bad.