The Westing Game

One of the few times I got busted in middle school was because of The Westing Game. I was deep into the book’s convoluted plot, puzzling over who would win the Westing fortune. This book had everything my sixth grade mind could hope for: a mystery with a thirteen-year-old girl as a main character, giant piles of money, PBS levels of diversity, and a mad bomber. I would not put it down to learn lame things about English grammar. My exasperated teacher, Mrs. Taylor, announced a pop quiz and obliquely called me out. “I hope,” she said focusing squarely on me, “that those of us who have been reading novels throughout the lesson do very well on this quiz.”

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