I was told in elementary school that I only could read at half the speed for success in college. Oh well, one benefit of slow reading is you get to live with the characters a longer period of time. I read in a vain attempt to better understand people. At my other homes, I'm known as a spouse, pop, guy in the choir, physical chemist, computer/web dilettante and child-care provider. In theory, I'm a published author, if you consider stuff like Quenching Cross Sections for Electronic Energy Transfer Reactions Between Metastable Argon Atoms and Noble Gases and Small Molecules to count as publications. I've strewn dozens of such fascinating things to the winds.
This was, in effect, a sequel to Penrod. This despite the fact that Penrod turned 12 at the end of the previous book and was "nearly 12" in this book. Whatever, it's the same cast of 11-year-old boys doing the kinds of inventive, and often naughty, things that 11-year-old boys do. Rather a fun read.