Robin has everything a girl could ever want. Thanks to her mother— the internationally beloved talk show host Mimi Schwartz— she's got the money, the means and the connections to live a life others only dream of. So why, then, does Robin choose to spend her days alone in a dark room, watching endless reruns of You, You and Mimi? It's only the bizarre discovery of an old high-school ring that propels her to action. Robin follows the ring's mystery from New York City to a tiny Nova Scotian fishing village, where she at last finds love, the truth of her own background— and the shocking secret that helped make her mother a star.

When Bitsie, psycho puppet, escapes the set, Muppet mayhem ensues.

Dot, whose name reflects her stature, has always had big dreams—she wants to be a dress designer like Mary Quant—but her dreams have to be put on hold while she searches for the truth about her parents. She gets a job as a seamstress at a lakeside resort in rural Ontario and falls hard for Eddie, a charming local boy who is equal parts helpful and distracting as Dot investigates her past. Searching for answers to questions about her birth, Dot learns more than she ever wanted to about the terrible effects of war, the legacy of deceit—and the enduring nature of love.

Chris is tempted to become someone else. (RL2.8) (20070501)Review"I.D. is remarkable just for being about something as topical (and, unfortunately, enticing) as identity theft. Then the book gets better by building an actual story (and not a lame morality lesson) aound its issue. It's also so tautly written that I was impressed and engrossed in how it was all going to turn out." (CD Syndicated 20071001)"A high-quality story for reluctant readers...fast-paced, heart-thumping...will appeal to most any upper middle school or high school boy." (KLIATT )"Coherent, snappy prose...undeniably motivating; readers will feel able to commit to this book...Recommended." (CM Magazine )no details (Resource Links ) Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.*I looked at his driver's license. He was five foot nine, 150 pounds and had blue eyes. What do you know? Same as me. I almost laughed. Funny how we could be so much alike and so different at the same time. Andrew Ashbury got everything he could ever want and I got nothing. How did that happen? I stared at his face. What was so great about him? He was no better than me. * (20070501)