A smart and funny modern day 13 Going on 30 from New York Times bestselling author Jen Calonita! A tween girl finds out it is like to be 22 when she jumps in time with the help of a mysterious TikTok filter. The perfect gift for readers who want to feel 22 like Taylor Swift's iconic song! Turning 12 1/2 shouldn't be the most exciting birthday in the world. It's a half birthday after all. But Harper is thrilled because she is getting the biggest gift of all: her parent's approval to finally get social media accounts.    Except when she goes to post her first photo, there is a filter she has never heard of before. One that shows you what you will look like when you are older. Curious, Harper clicks on it...but ends up flash forwarding in time to when she is 22.    She will quickly find that being in her twenties means the freedom she always wanted, money for the glow up she didn't know she needed and working for her idol! But Harper soon discovers a lot more has changed than she expected—including the person she wants to be. Will Harper be able to use the filter to get the life of her dreams? Or will there be more glitches? "Irresistible fun." —Kirkus Reviews  "Be careful what you wish for! A fun-filled page-turner with Jen Calonita's trademark humor and heart."—Meg Caot, author of the Princess Diaries and Allie Finkle series  "Highly relatable and wildly entertaining . I want this filter!"—Lisi Harrington, New York Times bestselling author of the Girl Stuff and The Pack series "Calonita's funny, heartfelt look at finding yourself in the social media age is the perfect summer read."—Julie Buxbaum, New York Times bestselling author of Tell Me Three Things Jen Calonita is the New York Times bestselling author of the The Retake, Fairy Tale Reform School series, Secrets of My Hollywood Life as well as several books in the Twisted Tale series. She lives in New York with her husband and two boys. Visit her online at: www.jencalonitaonline.com and Twitter @jencalonita. 1 “I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-twooooooo!” It’s a few minutes shy of seven a.m. and I’m belting out Taylor Swift at the top of my lungs. Don’t worry. I’m not waking anyone in this house. We’ve all been up since five, when my little sister, Reese the Wrecker, climbed out of her crib and turned on the TV in my parents’ room at full volume. “Twenty-two! Wa-hoo!” I sing louder, and hear a familiar growl come from my bed. The small lump could easily be mistaken for a pillow. I pull back the covers and stare at the white Cavalier King Charles/Chihuahua puppy who is shooting me daggers with his soulful brown eyes. “Morning, Milo,” I say, scratching him behind his long, floppy speckled brown ear. That stops his growling for a moment. “Is this too early for you?” My best friend, Ava, spotted Milo at a shelter when she was volunteering there and knew I’d be obsessed with him. I’ve always loved Chihuahuas and Cavalier spaniels, but knew if I ever got a dog, it would have to be a rescue. There are just so many pets out there waiting for homes! My parents weren’t thrilled with the idea of letting me adopt Milo with a toddler in the house, but Ava helped me write a lengthy speech to persuade them. She’s really good at speaking her mind, while I have a hard time even telling a server at the diner how I want my eggs cooked. Ava’s speech worked. I talked about how much I’ve always wanted a dog (fact!), and how responsible I am (I’m an epic big sister), and how I’d do all the dog walking, feeding, playing, etc., and they caved and said I could adopt him as a twelfth-birthday gift last November. Now they love him as much as I do and so does Reese, even if Milo is slightly terrified of her toddler tantrums. “You know you love Taylor as much as I do, even at the crack of dawn.” I start to sing again, and Milo starts to growl some more. I’m not sure why. Who doesn’t want to hear me sing about how twenty-two is the age when I’ll be happy, free, confused, and lonely all at the same time? Okay, maybe not confused and lonely, but I’ll take the magical, freedom-filled part of being twenty-two in a heartbeat. It sounds incredible and looks it too, in Taylor’s “22” video. In the video, she spends the whole time hanging with friends at the beach and then they go to a huge party. There’s no math tests or homework when you’re twenty-two. Just fun. The good news is at twelve and a half, I’m more than halfway there! “Sing it with me, Milo!” I tell my puppy, who answers me by stretching, circling the blanket, and then burying his head under one of the pillows. “Fine, be that way,” I tell him, covering him back up so that he can sleep in total darkness. “Maybe I should have done a Billie Eilish song this morning. That would have fit your foul mood.” Billie songs are for days when I’m feeling angsty, like last Thursday, when I had to write an essay for English on Call of the Wild. I was so mad about what happens to Buck in the book I wrote an extra