From the Back Cover:
Mom taps a pen on the enormous monthly write-on, wipe-off calendar taped to one wall of our kitchen. Better known as the Calendar. "It's going to be tight today," she says, peeling off one blue Post-it and then a pink one. The pink ones are Becca's Post-its, and my brother Alex's are blue. Those tiny squares contain their schedules to the minute. My mother, who calls herself the Gold CFO (Chief Family Organizer), says that without her precisely scheduled planning, our life as we know it would fall apart.
My Post-it notes are light yellow. There are only two of them on the Calendar for this month. One is for a dentist appointment and the other is for a haircut.
My dad says he'd like to see lots more yellow Post-its filling up the Calendar because the Golds are busy people, and after all, I am a Gold too. Trouble is, in the past two years, I've tried gymnastics, ballet, soccer, baton twirling, violin, and even origami, but I was a big disappointment in everything. Or everything was a big disappointment to me. I can't remember which. So as of right now, I haven't yet made my mark on the Calendar. But Dad says I will. He says I have to, because I am a Gold.
About the Author:
MICHELE WEBER HURWITZ grew up in a suburb of Chicago and still lives in the same area with her husband and three children. She does not have a huge calendar taped to her kitchen wall but has been known, on occasion, to drive with Post-it notes stuck to the steering wheel. This is her first novel. Visit her at micheleweberhurwitz.com.
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