I wasn’t looking for The Perfect Book when I picked up this novel, which just goes to show that the most likely time to find something is when you are not looking for it.
This is the perfect book. There is, quite simply, nothing missing from this book. Name something great that could be in a book, and it’s in there. Humor? Check. Mystery? Check. Deep thoughts? Check? Poetry, road trips, jokes about farting? Check, check, check. At one point I actually thought ‘well, there could be a musical number’ (I had been watching too much Glee) and then poof, an impromptu sing-along occurs. I could go on and on and on about all of the fabulous things this inconspicuous novel contains, but really, you should stop reading this entry and go get the book. Do it. Now!