Karma Khullar's mustache

I didn't want to read a book about a middle school girl who grows a mustache; it didn't sound like a book I'd be interested in.

I was so wrong.

I loved Karma. I loved (and hated) her friend, Sara. I loved (and hated) the new student at her school, Lacy. I loved Karma's parents, who were flawed enough to be real but who were also amazing enough to want to emulate. I loved the plot, friendships awry and refurbished and anew during those difficult early adolescent years.

Loved, loved, loved.