by Sarah Weeks
ages: 9+
First sentence: “Thank you very much.”
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Weird. Odd. Strange. Kinda charming. But really weird.

The basic story: Alice’s favorite (and only) Aunt Polly has run a famous pie shop — well, it’s not really a shop since she gives the pies away — for a long time. She is incredibly altruistic: happy doing something she’s good at, refusing to take compensation (even though she wins the coveted main pie prize, the Blueberry Award, every year) for it.

Then she suddenly dies, leaving the recipe to her cat and the cat to Alice. This starts a chain of events that includes catnapping, the entire town baking pies, Alice discovering a new friend, and a misunderstanding getting resolved.

First off: the mother? Seriously? Needs to get her head checked. She’s incredibly self-absorbed, wrapped up in jealousy of her (now dead) sister. She does an about face at the end of the book, but it came out of nowhere, which made it really unbelievable. I didn’t like her, though perhaps I could see where she was coming from. And the father, who kept saying “Don’t sass your mother”, was a bit off-kilter as well. The whole book was kind of like that anyway: it was good enough, but really, really weird. It wasn’t quite a mystery, it wasn’t quite a historical novel (though it’s set in 1955, nothing really screamed “1955” to me; it would have been just fine if it were contemporary), it wasn’t quite a coming of age novel, it wasn’t quite a dealing with loss novel, it wasn’t quite a foody novel (even though there’s recipes). It tried to be all of them, and by doing that fell short of doing any of them well. And it just gave off a really weird vibe, which I know is vague, but that’s how it felt to me.

Thankfully, it only took me an hour to read.