Saturday, July 28, 2012

Scrambled Eggs at Midnight
by Brad Barkley and Heather Hepler
288 pages
published in 2007

Summary (from  Goodreads ):

Calliope (or Cal as she calls herself ) wants nothing more than to stay put, to stop traveling cross-country with her mother, sleeping in a tent, abandoning all belongings whenever they pull up stakes. Eliot misses the happy times he left behind when his father decided to open a camp for kids looking to lose weight and find Jesus.When Cal and Eliot meet by chance, they feel an immediate connection.Together they must face their isolation, the threat of yet another move, and the deepening of Eliot’s father’s obsession with money and God.This smart novel, featuring unforgettable characters, colorful backdrops, and even a few recipes, is as funny as it is romantic.

Review by: Jessica
I completely fell in love with this book.  I loved Cal's deep, artistic-ness and Eliot's shy dorkiness. I thought the progression of their relationship was very natural, especially when Calliope starts to pull away near the end, as her move draws near. And if I loved Callipoe and Eliot separately, they were completely, totally perfect together. They were so amazing together. I have no words.
      The writing was also perfect. Everything flowed together and felt just so easy and lovely to read, like reading poetry or drinking hot chocolate or listening to a lullaby. 
‘The hole in the lake, goofy,’ she says. She wears her sneakers unlaced and I keep thinking she’s going to trip and fall head-first into the water.
I put my foot on the front of the boat to steady it while she climbs in, and her hair falls across her shoulder and brushes my arm. Her smell is vanilla and cinnamon, but it’s like a lid dropping down over another smell, musty clothes or an attic trunk, maybe, and I remember that she told me she’s been sleeping in a tent for the last ten nights. When she leans to get in, the bottle cap falls down against whatever else is there and makes that sound again. And that sound becomes *her* sound, like the can in the water, like if I ever had to find her in the dark I wouldn’t look for her, I would listen for her, and I would know that sound out of all the others in the world.

Another example because I just love examples, don't you?:
“She looked like she believed in something, or wanted to, and I hoped to hell it wasn’t God, not in the way The Dad believes, because all that does is make him forced and desperate. No, it was something else, not just that I saw a pretty girl and just got all excited. I mean, yeah, that part is true, and she really was gorgeous, and the freckles covering her, the freckles on top of freckles all spread out and folding into one another made her skin look like it had grain and texture, like polished wood, like it would feel smooth to the touch, and so soft. I knew that. But it wasn’t how she looked.” 
All in all, this book was beautiful and perfect and consisted of everything wonderful in the world.
5 out of 5

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