UNDER THE EGG sounds just like the books I used to read when I was younger. A mysterious painting that may have been stolen. While I rarely read middle grade anymore, I love the sound of Laura’s debut, and I’m excited to share it with you all to celebrate her upcoming release. Thanks to the lovely people at Penguin, I’ve got a giveaway, too! Read on.
From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler meets Chasing Vermeer in this clever middle grade debut.
When Theodora Tenpenny spills a bottle of rubbing alcohol on her late grandfather’s painting, she discovers what seems to be an old Renaissance masterpiece underneath. That’s great news for Theo, who’s struggling to hang onto her family’s two-hundred-year-old townhouse and support her unstable mother on her grandfather’s legacy of $463. There’s just one problem: Theo’s grandfather was a security guard at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and she worries the painting may be stolen.
With the help of some unusual new friends, Theo’s search for answers takes her all around Manhattan, and introduces her to a side of the city—and her grandfather—that she never knew. To solve the mystery, she’ll have to abandon her hard-won self-reliance and build a community, one serendipitous friendship at a time.
About the Author
I never thought I’d own a tote bag that captured my entire life’s philosophy.
I read anywhere and everywhere as a kid. I read in the dark after lights out. I walked to school every day with a book held in front of my face. I hid books under my desk in class. My favorite way to spend a weekend was with a minimum of three books under a blanket fort.
But I don’t have to tell you. If you’re here, you know what I’m talking about.
As much as I have always loved to read, I never thought I’d be a writer. Even though I was a writer. A copywriter. The person who writes those words you ignore on credit card slips and cereal boxes.
I just never thought I’d write a novel. That was for . . . well, novelists.
Then one day I had an idea about a girl finding a stolen painting in her attic. And another idea about a dilapidated house on the city’s most gentrified block. And another idea about a pioneer girl transported to modern-day Manhattan.
The ideas all merged together into UNDER THE EGG. And now I find myself not only having written a novel, but sitting down every day to write another.
But I’d still rather be reading.