If Maps ruled the world, his best pal Benji would be court jester, and every day would celebrate a new experiment.
No, scratch that.
If Maps ruled the world, his best pal would still be living next door, and there wouldn’t be any gap-toothed new guy staring at him as if he’s bonkers.
Pity Maps doesn’t rule the world . . .
But Maps wasn't worried. Math came easily to him like girls to Adam Levine.
You can't NOT love Maps.
Mark my words.
Maps, in all his 16-year-old geeky glory, will conquer the world.
When Maps' bestie and side kick, Benji, moves a block away, Maps is devestated. He promises to ignore whomever moves in next door.
But Maps isn't prepared for Lane, Mr. All-American Baseball, he of the gapped teeth, pear-green eyes, and sunny blonde hair, and his little sister, Princess Madame Sprinkle (aka, Baby Satan trapped in a 5-year-old body).
This book drowns in adorable. I loved the dialogue, the writing, and the characters.
"I wouldn't know, Lane," Maps said quietly. "I'm not exactly a boy like you."
Lane turned around and looked at Maps in silence . . .
"No, You really aren't like anyone else, Maps."
I ADORED the youthful exuberance of Maps' experiments and his budding sexual awareness, never mind that every time Lane looks at Maps like he wants to kiss him, Maps thinks Lane wants to punch him instead.
Maps has much to learn about ways of the heart. And about remote controls.
Maps made me laugh, but it made me sad too. The ending is beautiful and bittersweet, a moment, not a forever.
Sometimes that's all we get.