Five, Six, Seven, Nate!

I'm so proud of my son Nate Foster, y'all. This book was every bit better than its predecessor—which isn't a bad book, not at all, so there's that. Tim Federle has something really special in Five, Six, Seven, Nate!, and I truly can't wait for the next one. Also, yay for gay romance!

I missed Freckles though. I think I understand why he wasn't there, plot-wise, but I missed him all the same.

“its a deal.”
“its a deal”
“it's a... date i meant.”
“me too”