Some people collect baseball cards, or hedgehogs, or belly-button lint.
Not Felicity Pickle. She collects words. Some words glow and some dance. Some have wings and some have zebra stripes. Yet there is one word she has 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 clutzurdodle fill the classroom when you open your mouth. But when her mama’s van, the Pickled Jalapeno rolls into Midnight Gulch, Felicity feels her luck beginning to change. For the first time she’s found a place 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.