TITLE: Layers of Lennon
GENRE: MG - Contemporary Mystery
A boy with O.C.D. finds a portrait of his dead dad beneath germy mounds of gum at a local tourist attraction. The search for more artwork leads to clues about his dad’s death, which can only be pieced together by trading a hierarchy of fears for one of dreams.
Deep breath number one.
Five feet away looms the germiest, nastiest, most disgusting landmark in Seattle. It’s also one of the most popular. If you haven’t seen The Gum Wall at Pike Place Market, and for some reason actually want to, imagine sixty feet and twenty years’ worth of gooey wads and ropes drooping from every surface. Someone once counted fifty pieces of gum on a single brick. I don’t even want to think about how they went about counting saliva-saturated blob atop blob, pink, green, yellow, blue, ick, ick, ick, ick. All oozing in a vapor of spearmint and sugar that could gag a person in mid-summer.
Deep breath number two.
Okay, you might be asking why I’m standing in front of such a monstrosity. You’d be wondering even harder if you knew about my issues with germs. My mom, who doesn’t know the half of it (or, let’s be honest, even the tenth of it), thinks my worries about contamination might be the beginning of a “disorder”. I can say with certainty, although not publicly (duh!), that I have obsessive compulsive disorder, otherwise known as O . C . D .
But I can also report I’ve got it under control. The same way I got voted as sixth grade class president and taught myself to speak conversational Spanish. With a well-thought out and researched plan.
So, this thing I’m doing, standing in front of the gum wall right now? It’s rung number six on my germ ladder.