Sound predictable? Well it isn’t, but I can’t reveal Waldorf’s twist. She learns to paddle a canoe, and helps paint her grandmother’s house, they are nothing compared to the fireworks when she kisses Kerry, the hot boy her grandmother warns her about.Īt first Charlie manages to keep those “snap, crackle, pop” kissing sessions a secret, but eventually, her grandmother catches them in the act, and that’s when the fireworks really start. A summer at the lake where her long deceased mother grew up sounds only slightly more appealing to Charlie who leans toward being a couch potato.

Charlie is welcome to come along, or she can visit her grandmother who lives on a live in the middle of nowhere. Her teacher has a sudden heart attack and her father announces that he’ll be working in Toronto for the summer and his new girl friend is joining him. For Charlie, who has not been doing a very good job of handling her best friend’s absence, nor her father’s new girl-friend and her triplet sons, it is the last straw.

On the last day of school, he calls her into his office to give her a chance to rewrite her last assignment. Charlie is a wanna-be writer, and her eccentric English teacher has given her loads of encouragement that is, up until now. The one place where she does let herself shine is in creative writing. Charlie, the sixteen year old narrator is a keep-your-head-down sort of girl who takes pains not to stand out, especially now that her best friend Sam has moved to Australia. Grist is one of those coming of age stories that ring true. And, for any Canadian publishers reading this, the cover is so savy and cool and e on Canadian YA publishers it's possible to do cool covers! And did I mention that I have been carrying furniture and boxes up and down three flights of stairs! Meaning, that I fall into bed at night and re-read the same page of the same book over and over although it must be said that this has everything to do with the above mentioned three flights of stairs and the large quantity of books my daughter owns and nothing to do with the quality of the writing, which in the case of Heather Waldorf, is very good. I haven’t been reading as diligently lately what with work, helping my daughter move out of her apartment in preparation for a year in Australia, and some incredible weather. Just finished Grist by Heather Waldorf on my daughter’s recommendation.

Grist by heather waldorf