Gnome-a-geddon Lizzie is glowing. And when I say that, I don't mean her cheeks are rosy and her skin is dewy and all that junk, I mean she's actually glowing. Her lips are splattered with the guts of a green glow bracelet, and there are glowing streaks of purple and pink and green on her teeth, on her cheeks, in her hair, and inside her ears. It looks like a unicorn threw up on her face. Which is exactly what I tell her. "Even with unicorn barf on me, I look better than you do. What were you thinking, Buck?" She pokes my cheek with her finger and makes her badger face. It's the one where she scrunches up her nose so that her front two teeth stick out in obvious disgust. I swat away her finger. She's totally ruining my makeup. Excerpted from Gnome-A-geddon by K. A. Holt All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
