A Snicker of Magic

SOME PEOPLE COLLECT BASEBALL CARDS. OR HEDGEHOGS. OR BELLY-BUTTON LINT. Not Felicity Pickle. She collects words - words people are thinking about, or words they want. Some words glow and some dance. Some have wings and some have zebra stripes. Yet although Felicity has been all over the country, there's one word she's never seen - home. Felicity is tired of wandering from place to place. Making new friends can be harder than fractions ... especially when words like 'loser' and 'clutzerdoodle' fill the classroom every time you open your mouth. But when her mama's van - the Pickled Jalapeno - rolls into Midnight Gulch, Felicity feels her luck begin to change. For the first time she's found a place where she can grow some good memories ... and maybe even make a friend. That's because Midnight Gulch used to be magical - a town where people could dance up thunderstorms and bake secrets into pies - until a curse drove the magic away. At least, that's what most people think. Felicity can tell there's still a snicker of magic in Midnight Gulch. It hasn't disappeared; it's just been playing hide-and-seek for a very long time. All she has to do is find the right words to turn it loose.