TITLE: The Seventh Circle
GENRE: Middle Grade
Sophie flopped onto the couch, sighed, and glared at her father. “Why can’t it be the Dunes, like last year? Or at least somewhere that resembles a town? Why does it have to be the middle of nowhere?”
“I’ve already explained that,” her father said from behind the Philadelphia Inquirer. “It’s quiet, it’s cheap, and it’s available.”
“But it’s not fair!” Sophie protested. “What am I going to do all summer while you’re holed up in the library, or the conservatory, or the dining room with Colonel Mustard? Does the place even have cell-phone reception?”
“You’re the product of a PhD in art history and yours truly—former-lawyer hoping to be best-selling-mystery-writer,” said her father. “You have an I.Q. of 145. I’m sure you’ll find something to do.”
“I could stay with Nona and Pop.”
Her grandparents let her stay up late and sleep in and win at Monopoly and Clue. Well, she’d win anyway, but she let them think they let her win.
“You know you can’t.” Her father folded the paper with a snap. “Pop’s only been out of the hospital a couple days. Nona has her hands full just looking after him.”
Sophie could see he wasn’t about to budge, but if she was to be consigned to the Carolina boonies for the summer, she’d darn well work it for all it was worth. She’d gotten a horse out of the divorce last fall. She could probably score a Wii or an X-Box this time.