Kady takes the reigns today with a look at a very sweet and funny YA that is just what you need to brighten up your weekend.
Scrambled Eggs at Midnight by Brad Barkley & Heather Hepler
What do you get when you combine church camp and Renaissance Faires, bottle caps and fireworks, a boy who is drowning in his boring, humdrum stable life and a girl who is constantly on the move, aching to set down roots?
The answer my friends, is Scrambled Eggs at Midnight, the most YA of YA books I can think of. Seriously, this books hit every single trope and cliche that you've ever thought of as being present in YA, but it is so satisfying and rewarding. Like swimming in a giant pool of ice cream sundaes. But not sticky.
Calliope (Cal to her friends, if she had any) is stuck with her flighty mother, following her from job to job, state to state, wishing her mom could find whatever it is that she's looking for so they can just stay put for once. When they end up in Asheville, NC for a summer season as serving wenches and artisans at a local Renaissance Faire, Cal thinks this may be it. In short order she finds Abel, a fantastic father figure and former Rabi who now makes his living selling pork BBQ, and more importantly, she meets-cute with the cutest of boys- Eliot.
Eliot has been living in the woods for a few years, ever since his father found God and moved his family away from the beach to the mountains to open a religious weight loss camp. What Would Jesus Eat? is a common refrain around the camp grounds and while Eliot is pretty sure he believes in God, it's not the same God that had got his father obsessed with money and fitness to the neglect of his family. Mainly, Eliot is just lonely. But on a trip into town to pick up some very dangerous chemicals for his side hobby of making fireworks, Eliot makes a pit stop into the local bookstore where he meets her.
What follows is the story of two lost kids finding each other, discovering first loves, holes in lakes and midnight breakfasts.
Seriously though, if you can finish this book without the dopiest smile on your face, I don't want to know you.