And she does it with no hint of moralizing or pretension. Mass manages to create both a mystery and a universal story. And, as you might imagine, they embark on a search for the mysterious missing keys and for the meaning of life. Intrigued? Well, so are Jeremy and Lizzie. The box has keyholes on four sides and an accompanying letter explains that the keys have been accidentally lost. Engraved on the box are the words, The meaning of Life: for Jeremy Fink to open on his 13th Birthday. When he is about to turn 13, Jeremy opens a package from his father, deceased five years earlier. Their bedrooms share a wall between their apartments and they have been passing notes, getting into spats and bossing each other around for nearly 12 years. They are friends in the almost-like-a-sibling sort of way and not, definitely not, in the I-have-a-secret-crush-on-you way. They have lived through the departure of Lizzie’s mother, who ran off with a Dakota cattle rancher, and the death of Jeremy’s father. Jeremy and Lizzie are best friends and have been since they were one-year-olds. “My sweat smells like peanut butter.” So opens Jeremy Fink and the Meaning of Life, a moving, hilarious and altogether engaging tale of self-discovery by Wendy Mass.
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