I know it’s okay to be fannish about YA books, and middle-grades books … picture books are cool, too, right? Right.
Anyway, The Dunderheads by Paul Fleischman and David Roberts. I can’t remember the last time I was so utterly charmed by a book. The basic plot is that a mean teacher confiscates a kid’s birthday present for his mother, and he and his classmates team up to get it back. The execution is … it’s like Charles Addams and Roald Dahl got together to write Ocean’s Eleven for preschoolers.
I kind of ship Einstein/Hollywood? In a third-graders-in-love way, not a sexy way.
Apparently a sequel has recently come out, I should try to get my hands on that.