I stuck the note on the inside cover, right over her purple gel pen name.
And there, on a low shelf under “Misc. Teen,” I saw it. A battered copy of Tales from a Not-So-Fabulous Life . dork diaries used books
So I did something else.
“Mackenzie—everyone cries in the bathroom sometimes. If you ever want to not cry alone, you know where the art room is. —Nikki (locker 237)” I stuck the note on the inside cover,
“Okay, game plan,” Zoey said, pulling her pink backpack straps tighter. She had a clipboard. Because Zoey loves a clipboard. “We’re looking for Dork Diaries books one through five. Used. Cheap. Maximum one dollar per book.” A battered copy of Tales from a Not-So-Fabulous Life
But the handwriting was unmistakable—loopy, aggressive, with hearts dotting the i’s like tiny declarations of war.
We split up. Zoey took the “Young Readers” section near the front, which was really just three shelves of Goosebumps and old Baby-Sitters Club books. I headed for the labyrinth in the back, where the shelves leaned like tired grandparents and the categories made no sense. “Fiction” bled into “Self-Help” which bled into “Cookbooks from 1987.”