Jess was only ten when the first pods washed up on the shore. She'd been standing with her toes dug into the sand, letting the cold Atlantic Ocean swirl around her ankles, daring herself to venture ... [+]
My name is Zach, and I don't have a treehouse.My new neighbor, Oliver, has an amazing treehouse built just for him. He's so lucky.What I have is a stack of unread library books and a LOUD family!My ... [+]
It wasn't fair. EJ had found him, brought him home, set up a comfy, warm bed of hay in the basement; she'd even named him. But from our first encounter on that cold January night, Mister Peepers only ... [+]