No, seriously, I am. Except I wear purple sneakers, not read ones. So maybe I am Princess Y? Or Princess...
Libby and Mai met in 5th grade, sidelined from gym. Strangers at first - then Mai grabbed a chunk of chalk. And Libby started drawing. And Mai started telling stories. Three years - and boxes and notebooks of Princess X comics later - Libby's mother drove her car, with Libby in it, off a bridge over the Puget Sound.
Now, Mai is sixteen and back in Seattle visiting her Dad. The first Princess X sticker takes her by surprise. And then, she sees another. But, here's the thing. All the notebooks, the boxes of comics? They were all thrown away after Libby's body floated to shore. So, who is drawing these comics?
Mai has never been sure that that body was Libby. As she reads the webcomics about Princess X, Mai is thrilled to think that her best and truest friend might still be alive. But, why has she kept her survival a secret - especially from Mai?
Princess Y - that's who I am. I ask the questions. Why? Why is the computer nerd, Patrick, not going to UW in the Fall? Why didn't Libby's father find Libby? Why is that skinny pale skater watching Mai? Lots of whys, here.
The graphics inserted among the text give the reader and Mai clues to what might have happened. This book is a bit creepy, suspenseful, and off the wall.