![]() ![]() What I did not want was to see them become, essentially, heroes who help save the towers. I wanted to see, I dunno, maybe a little blood (me, bitter?). So when the bratty camp girls came back into the story, I rubbed my hands a little, thinking that in some way or another they were about to Get Theirs. In the middle of the story, I pretty much forgot about them, and found myself (as a lifelong resident of a once-sleepy but still-small town) identifying heartily with the main character's frustration at uppity newcomers to her fictional hometown of Epiphany, New York, who want to raze her great-uncles' life work, an artistic trio of towers in their backyard, because of concerns about property values. ![]() I bitterly hated the brats who tormented Margaret, I really did, and they all had faces drawn from my own elementary-school and junior high days. ![]() I thought the initial camp scenes were excellent. If you care, I'm about to spoil the ending here be warned. However, again, I'm out of the target audience, and I think a middle-school girl might feel differently about the ending than I do. I found that this book started out really strong, and lost it a bit at the end. ![]()
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