
In this case my bias against "girl" books worked against Stephanie Greene's story; in the words of my seventh grade son it was "just too pink. Pinky." I didn't really start to like Posey until she poked the teasing neighbor kid with a stick. The story painted her character fairly clearly, although I thought her connection to her baby brother annoyingly stereotypical ("I was the baby until you got here.") But she didn't do anything to solve her problem, and no one even suggested that maybe showing courage was an option. Although it read easily enough I feel no need to search out the next one, or even to wonder what happens to Posey next. This is probably a flaw in me more than in the book.
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