The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin
My rating: 4/5 cats
this is what i am going to do: i am going to take a red panda, and i am going to learn genetics and i dunno – neuroscience. and welding. and i am going to take a little bit of my brain, and a little bit of everyone’s brain here on goodreads.com (you’ll be asleep, you won’t feel a thing) and then i am going to moosh it all together, and put it in the brain of the red panda. and then i will have the perfect book-recommending resource. because if i had had one of these when i was little, then it would have told me, “you love peggy parrish and her wordplay-based mysteries and you have seen the movie clue enough times that you can recite the whole thing (still can). here’s a book you will like.” i would have to fine tune it so it works better than the one they have on amazon.com or netflix.com (because, no, i would not like to see the aviator, thank you). i would have loved this book like crazy as a kid. as a grown up, i liked it very much, but thought the characters could have used a little fleshing out to make them more defined. the child-me would not have cared. now i have to go write 250 academic words about it. so much less fun than mad scientisting.
