Dork Diaries Used Books | 2027 |

“Okay, game plan,” Zoey said, pulling her pink backpack straps tighter. She had a clipboard. Because Zoey loves a clipboard. “We’re looking for Dork Diaries books one through five. Used. Cheap. Maximum one dollar per book.”

I almost dropped it. Mackenzie Hollister? As in, my arch-nemesis, the queen of mean, the CCP (Crusty Cookie Princess) of Westchester Country Day? The same Mackenzie who had once “accidentally” spilled orange soda on my art portfolio? dork diaries used books

I pulled it out reverently. Price: $1.25. “Okay, game plan,” Zoey said, pulling her pink

She read the notes. Her eyes got wide. “Nikki. This is… huge. This is like finding out Darth Vader knits sweaters for orphan kittens.” “We’re looking for Dork Diaries books one through five

“Mackenzie—everyone cries in the bathroom sometimes. If you ever want to not cry alone, you know where the art room is. —Nikki (locker 237)”

Under the printed chapter one, in that same purple pen, Mackenzie had written notes in the margins. Little critiques. Next to the part where Nikki spills spaghetti on her new jeans, Mackenzie had scribbled: “Clumsy much? Try better posture. - M.H.” Next to the part about Brandon, she’d written: “Boys are a distraction. Focus on your mirror.”

Zoey found me ten minutes later, holding a stack of books two feet high. “Nikki? You okay? You look like you just saw a ghost wearing a glitter beret.”