My First Car Was Red

Grandpa brought me a surprise. 'For you,' he said. It was rusty. Really rusty. But you could tell what it was u a little car! Exactly my size. 'Diesel or gas?' I asked Grandpa. 'Sweat,' he said. Your first car is always the best. And your first trip is unforgettable u even when it doesn't go exactly to plan. This story has the pace of a rocket ride. Told squarely through the voice of the young narrator, it has the depth of a novel, and a lovely dry wit.o - Publisher Julia Marshall