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Lindy has gotten used to life on the road in her parents refurbished school bus. But when the bus breaks down in San Jose, will she finally get to meet her skateboarding idol-and maybe the chance to put down roots, too? This illustrated coming of age novel explores the importance of trying new things and the community you find when you do.
Lindy doesn't love living a nomadic life with her influencer parents in their renovated RV-school bus-but she's used to it. They travel from national park to national park, where her mom creates #yogalife content. Lindy is supposed to be homeschooling, but really, she's watching her favorite skateboarder on YouTube, day to night.
When the bus breaks down in San Jose, Lindy happens to meet a few local girls who want to take her to a real, live skate park. And when they do, Lindy immediately falls in love. With skateboarding. With having friends that aren't her cat. With staying in the same place for a little while.
Lindy's parents want to get back on the road as soon as the bus is fixed-but Lindy is willing to do anything to get them to stay. Even if that means sabotage. Will they ever be able to put down roots? And will Lindy's parents ever forgive her if they do? Author/illustrator of children's picture books, graphic novels, and YA novels, Brie Spangler loves to draw and write stories, and drink massive amounts of caffeine. Writing down the ideas in her head was scary as a kid, so she turned to making pictures instead. Brie worked as an illustrator for several years before she began to write and immediately became a frothing addict. Her YA novel Beast was nominated for a Lambda Award and was named a Best Book of the Year by Publishers Weekly and Kirkus. A graduate of the Rhode Island School of Design, Brie now lives in the Bay Area with her family. 1
At only ten years of age, one glorious decade on planet Earth, I gave up writing in my travel journal when I lost it at Zion National Park, but if I still had it I guess I'd make a note that said we finally arrived at Joshua Tree. "The Land of a Thousand Golden Hours," as Mom calls it. From my bunk window on our skoolie, it looks like a bunch of endless reddish-tan rocks. Loads of gravel. Scrubby brush and, of course, those weird alien-looking Joshua trees.
Dad says they're super-special and rare and we should be grateful we get to see so many in one place, but if you ask me (which Mom and Dad never do), I think the Joshua trees are nice but overall not that great. I like them, but they make me un-comfortable. They are spiky and look like each nook has a secret set of razor teeth and if you get too close you see them grinning. Row by row of teeth hiding in the trunks. Mom and Dad think I'm sulking on the bus, pouting, but I'm not. I just don't want to see the trees.
I keep thinking they're going to lash out and bite me because if any tree could bite, it would definitely be a Joshua tree. If I said this out loud to my parents, though--that I was worried a prehistoric tree would up and devour me, lacerate me to death with thousands of mini megalodon razor teeth--my mom would immediately say the same thing she always does, which is precisely this: "Oh, Lindy, you're so weird."
Our cat, Pookie, curls up next to me and I hug him. There's not a lot of places to hide when you live on a school bus converted into an RV. I say it's like an RV be-cause it's similar but not quite. RVs are made for driving across the country on all different kinds of roads and surfaces, but an old school bus that should've been taken to a scrapyard ten years ago? Oh man, when the bus moves it rattles my joints loose. The skoolie was done up all super-nice though and it's posh to glamp from one national park to another on a bus chock-full of the same finest amenities your average La Quinta Inn offers, but it gets old. At least, I find it gets old real quick. The bathroom is microscopic but you can always squat
Lindy doesn't love living a nomadic life with her influencer parents in their renovated RV-school bus-but she's used to it. They travel from national park to national park, where her mom creates #yogalife content. Lindy is supposed to be homeschooling, but really, she's watching her favorite skateboarder on YouTube, day to night.
When the bus breaks down in San Jose, Lindy happens to meet a few local girls who want to take her to a real, live skate park. And when they do, Lindy immediately falls in love. With skateboarding. With having friends that aren't her cat. With staying in the same place for a little while.
Lindy's parents want to get back on the road as soon as the bus is fixed-but Lindy is willing to do anything to get them to stay. Even if that means sabotage. Will they ever be able to put down roots? And will Lindy's parents ever forgive her if they do? Author/illustrator of children's picture books, graphic novels, and YA novels, Brie Spangler loves to draw and write stories, and drink massive amounts of caffeine. Writing down the ideas in her head was scary as a kid, so she turned to making pictures instead. Brie worked as an illustrator for several years before she began to write and immediately became a frothing addict. Her YA novel Beast was nominated for a Lambda Award and was named a Best Book of the Year by Publishers Weekly and Kirkus. A graduate of the Rhode Island School of Design, Brie now lives in the Bay Area with her family. 1
At only ten years of age, one glorious decade on planet Earth, I gave up writing in my travel journal when I lost it at Zion National Park, but if I still had it I guess I'd make a note that said we finally arrived at Joshua Tree. "The Land of a Thousand Golden Hours," as Mom calls it. From my bunk window on our skoolie, it looks like a bunch of endless reddish-tan rocks. Loads of gravel. Scrubby brush and, of course, those weird alien-looking Joshua trees.
Dad says they're super-special and rare and we should be grateful we get to see so many in one place, but if you ask me (which Mom and Dad never do), I think the Joshua trees are nice but overall not that great. I like them, but they make me un-comfortable. They are spiky and look like each nook has a secret set of razor teeth and if you get too close you see them grinning. Row by row of teeth hiding in the trunks. Mom and Dad think I'm sulking on the bus, pouting, but I'm not. I just don't want to see the trees.
I keep thinking they're going to lash out and bite me because if any tree could bite, it would definitely be a Joshua tree. If I said this out loud to my parents, though--that I was worried a prehistoric tree would up and devour me, lacerate me to death with thousands of mini megalodon razor teeth--my mom would immediately say the same thing she always does, which is precisely this: "Oh, Lindy, you're so weird."
Our cat, Pookie, curls up next to me and I hug him. There's not a lot of places to hide when you live on a school bus converted into an RV. I say it's like an RV be-cause it's similar but not quite. RVs are made for driving across the country on all different kinds of roads and surfaces, but an old school bus that should've been taken to a scrapyard ten years ago? Oh man, when the bus moves it rattles my joints loose. The skoolie was done up all super-nice though and it's posh to glamp from one national park to another on a bus chock-full of the same finest amenities your average La Quinta Inn offers, but it gets old. At least, I find it gets old real quick. The bathroom is microscopic but you can always squat