Linda Urban saved contemporary middle grade fiction for me. I'd read a run of earnest, well-meaning books featuring Issues with a Capital I and kids who bore no resemblance to any kids living or dead. I was about to take a break from the real-world when on a grumpy whim, I picked up Hound Dog True.
And adored it. And A Crooked Kind of Perfect is just the same level of adorableness.
I loved, loved, loved A Crooked Kind of Perfect. Loved her mom who seems to love spreadsheets more than her daughter and I loved Wheeler Diggs, who follows Zoe home and becomes best friends with her father. And I cried along with Zoe when her former best friend Emma snidely sets aside Zoe's present of rainbow socks because no one wears socks anymore.
Linda Urban writes quiet girls better than any writer out there. Being a quiet kid myself (albeit one without a Perfectone D-Go) her books ring absolutely true. They are filled with heart and above all, they are authentical and honest about the messiness of life and love.