Status Updates From The Nerviest Girl in the World

Sometimes I wonder if Mr. Corrigan had only known one girl his whole life. Didn’t he know we came in different varieties?

Ostriches are nasty tempered she-demons who’d as soon crack your skull as look at you. At least that’s what my father says.

I couldn't cry on cue to save my life, but you'd never catch Mary Mason climbing out of a hot air balloon 40 ft above the ground. I stared down at the patchwork world far below the swaying basket. I was beginning to think this time I had bitten off more than I could chew & was about to plummet to my death. Mr. Corrigan, the director, would probably rush Mary into blubber over my corpse while the light was still good.

Another book I’m reading for this years intermediate Battle of the Books list