"I'm in love," he muttered to himself, but no, he couldn't be, it didn't make sense, he was nine and…oh, gosh, was he really falling for her? Could he have, somehow, in the course of one recess, found love in the form of the prisitine lone student council member known as Lydia Martin, the very one who knew numerous outrageous facts and could probably recite The Raven, easily?