Title: 13 Little Blue Envelopes
Author: Maureen Johnson
When Ginny receives thirteen little blue envelopes and instructions to buy a plane ticket to London, she knows something exciting is going to happen. What Ginny doesn’t know is that she will have the adventure of her life and it will change her in more ways than one. Life and love are waiting for her across the Atlantic, and the thirteen little blue envelopes are the key to finding them in this funny, romantic, heartbreaking novel.
I don’t remember much about this book, to be honest, haha. I read it like 5 years ago or something. All I know, is that I loved it. The six books by Maureen that I’ve read, I’ve really loved. Girl at Sea, 13 Little Blue Envelopes, and, its sequel, The Last Little Blue Envelope, were all about traveling, seeing the world, while Devilish and her short story in a collaboration book, were about the supernatural or the creepy. I love the way she writes, though according to my sister, who’s currently reading this book, there’s a lot of spelling and grammatical errors, which I’ve never noticed… However, even with those, the traveling and the adventure of the books make them that much more interesting. I definitely recommend it !
World Building: 5/5
GoodReads Rating: 3.68/5
“Rule #1: You may bring only what fits in your backpack. Don’t try to fake it with a purse or a carry-on.
Rule #2: You may not bring guidebooks, phrase books, or any kind of foreign language aid. And no journals.
Rule #3: You cannot bring extra money or credit/debit cards, travelers’ checks, etc. I’ll take care of all that.
Rule #4: No electronic crutches. This means no laptop, no cell phone, no music, and no camera. You can’t call home or communicate with people in the U.S. by Internet or telephone. Postcards and letters are acceptable and encouraged.
That’s all you need to know for now. “
-Letter 1 (Aunt Peg)
“I’m Keith,” he said, “and you’re . . . clearly mad, but what’s your name?”
Ginny always thought that the only way of getting clothes clean was by drowning them in scalding water and then whipping them around in a violent centrifugal motion that caused the entire washing machine to vibrate and the floor to shake. You beat them clean. You made them suffer. This machine used about half a cup of water and was about as violent as a toaster, plus it stopped every few minutes, as if it were exhausted from the effort of turning itself.