“And your sign keeps falling because you used Bubble Yum to hold it up.” “You still have thirty minutes,” I said, checking my phone.
“Or did my sign for summer hours fall down again?” “Is it already time to open?” She frowned.
We were still in our flat above the shop, where I was scarfing down cereal while Mom splashed coffee in her mug of morning sugar. So when the intercom buzzed on a Monday morning, Mom and I glanced at each other over the breakfast table. Every week, he dropped off fabric, and every week Mom greeted him with an airy laugh and a smile traced in Hello Sailor lipstick.
No one ever buzzed the intercom at Mom’s dress shop except Funk, the Fed Ex hunk, and that was only on Thursdays. The other family members seem to be much more prepared for the two weeks on the manor-and it doesn’t help that Mom doesn’t seem to be taking the contest seriously. Tori thinks it’s the perfect answer to their debt problems, but she and her mom aren’t the only ones interested. The catch? Contestants have to live as in colonial times: no modern conveniences, no outside help, and daily tests of their abilities to survive challenges of the time period. But an unusual opportunity arises in the form of a bizarre contest run by an eccentric relative: Whoever can survive two weeks in the Archibald Family’s colonial manor will inherit the property. Thanks to her mom’s poor financial planning, they are in danger of losing their business and their home. But as much as Tori loves having fun, she sometimes wishes her mom would act a little more her age. Not many girls have a mom who’d take them to a graveyard for hide-and-seek or fill the bathtub with ice cream for the world’s biggest sundae.
Tori Porter is best friends with her mom, and most of the time it’s awesome. Formerly titled Colonial Madness, a mother-daughter duo take part in a bizarre family challenge in hopes of winning a fortune in this “light, fun read” ( Booklist) that’s Gilmore Girls meets The Westing Game!
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