“Okay, game plan,” Zoey said, pulling her pink backpack straps tighter. She had a clipboard. Because Zoey loves a clipboard. “We’re looking for Dork Diaries books one through five. Used. Cheap. Maximum one dollar per book.”
I pulled it out reverently. Price: $1.25.
“And no writing inside,” I added. “Last time I bought a used book, someone had circled every mention of the word ‘moist’ in red pen. It was disturbing.” dork diaries used books
No. It couldn’t be. Mackenzie would never donate a book. She’d have her butler burn it for warmth.
“Thank you. —M.H.”
“This book belongs to Nikki Maxwell. If lost, return to the art room. Bring cupcakes.”
But then, deeper into the book, around chapter twelve, the notes changed. Next to the scene where Nikki cries alone in the art room, Mackenzie had written, smaller and shakier: “I cried in the bathroom once. Don’t tell anyone.” “Okay, game plan,” Zoey said, pulling her pink
Zoey nodded seriously. “The ‘no random annotations’ rule stands.”