Spend one last summer with the Mother-Daughter Book Club at camp in this bittersweet conclusion to Heather Vogel Frederick’s beloved and bestselling series. After so many summers together, Emma, Jess, Megan, Becca, and Cassidy are reunited for one final hurrah before they go their separate ways. The plan is to spend their summer as counselors at Camp Lovejoy in a scenic, remote corner of New Hampshire, but things get off to a rocky start when their young charges are stricken with a severe case of homesickness. Hopefully, a little bit of bibliotherapy will do the trick, as the girls bring their longstanding book club to camp. "Pranks, songs, poems, food, and games. . . . all innocent fun for summer campers." ― Kirkus Reviews PRAISE FOR THE MOTHER-DAUGHTER BOOK CLUB SERIES: “Young teens and tweens who have grown fond of the girls will enjoy this visit with old friends.” -- Booklist Heather Vogel Frederick is the award-winning author of the Mother-Daughter Book Club series, the Pumpkin Falls Mystery series, the Patience Goodspeed books, the Spy Mice series, and Once Upon a Toad . An avid fan of small towns like Pumpkin Falls, Heather and her husband live in New England, close to where Heather grew up. You can learn more about the author and her books at HeatherVogelFrederick.com. Mother-Daughter Book Camp Emma “And then something happened which changed Elizabeth Ann’s life forever and ever!” —Understood Betsy “I can’t believe I gave up my internship for this,” moans Megan, staring glumly out the rain-streaked window. Cassidy turns the windshield wipers on the minivan to the highest setting. “Whose idea was it, anyway?” she asks, scowling at the road ahead. “C’mon, you guys!” Jess protests. “It’s not that bad.” My friends have been needling Jess ever since we left Concord. Not that I blame them—I haven’t seen this much rain since that soggy year I lived in England. It drizzled all week back at home, but Mother Nature really turned on the faucets when we crossed the border from Massachusetts into New Hampshire a couple of hours ago. “Things won’t seem so bad once it clears up,” says Becca, who is calmly filing her nails. I give her a sidelong glance. Becca’s not usually this cheerful. I’m guessing her good mood is the result of the care package she got from Theo Rochester, her long-distance crush. He sent it care of Pies & Prejudice, Megan’s grandmother’s tea shop, where Becca has been working part-time after school. It’s kind of our hangout—and by “our” I mean the mother-daughter book club that we started back in middle school and that’s been going strong ever since. We all happened to be at the tea shop when the package arrived yesterday afternoon. “Box of snakes?” Cassidy had asked, smirking. Snakes are Theo Rochester’s passion in life. Becca had refused to take the bait. She’d just laughed and opened the box eagerly, pulling out a University of Minnesota T-shirt—the one she’s now proudly wearing—some fudge, and a small stuffed gopher with an M on the front. Goldy Gopher is the university’s mascot, as Becca has told us about a zillion times since she got her acceptance letter. A gopher isn’t exactly the most inspiring mascot—it’s not like a tiger or a bear or something—but Becca is so ridiculously happy about the fact that she’s heading to Minneapolis for college this fall that no one wants to burst her bubble. “Where are all the other cars?” asks Megan. “I haven’t seen one for ages. It feels like we’re in the middle of nowhere.” “That’s because we are in the middle of nowhere,” Cassidy replies, scanning the road ahead from under her baseball cap—her favorite Red Sox one, of course. Jess suddenly lets out a screech. “There’s the sign! On the left!” “Sheesh, Jess, way to give me a heart attack!” Cassidy slows, flipping on the blinker, and a moment later we turn off onto a gravel road marked CAMP LOVEJOY. She pulls into a parking area in front of a small log cabin. There’s a sign over the front door that says OFFICE, but no lights are on inside, and as far as I can tell, no people, either. Cassidy frowns. “Are you sure this is the right place? It seems kind of deserted.” “I thought for sure we were supposed to check in at the office,” Jess replies. Pulling the hood of her rain jacket over her head, she opens the minivan door and hops out. “You guys wait here, I’ll go check.” We watch as she picks her way gingerly across the puddle-pocked gravel, knocks on the door, peers through the window, knocks again, then looks over at us and shrugs. “Nobody’s there,” she reports, climbing back in beside me again and shaking raindrops from the end of her long blond braid. “Oh good, we can go home,” chirps Megan. “Maybe Wolfgang will still let me be an intern.” “Shut up, Megan,” Jess snaps. Megan was offered an internship at Flash magazine this summer, and even though the editors assured her that it wasn’t her only chance, and that she could take them up on the offer