This book...is basically the epitome of supposedly meaningful Australian books that I can't stand. The only way I got through this hideous attempt at literature was to force myself to sit down and read it late one night, on pain of actually writing an assignment. It starts off with something like...
“I’ll take the eight-piece family meal,” she says. “Mild, please. Coleslaw and red beans and rice. Two Cokes. Thank you.” Mom ordering greasy, semispicy food? “What are you doing?” I ask as she drives to the next window and shells over cash. I’m glad she doesn’t expect me to pay for it. “You don’...
Mr. Sleuth said as Divya rushed into the office. He placed his hand over his heart and gave her a cheesy smile. Divya wanted to think of a funny reply, but she was too focused on saving Bus Driver McCool’s job. All Divya could think of to explain her return was point to Nurse Strongman’s office. ...