One summer at camp Maggie Thrash improves her riflery and crushes on a counselor. She tells her story with watercolor pencils. The style evokes a feeling of memory--where the colors are bright, but a little thin--not saturated. The people...ugh. I'm not getting it right. I liked the book, okay? I felt for Maggie. Her sense of humor when she's telling her brother she thinks she likes girls is silly and cute and sweet.
The counselor, Erin, seems like a dummy.