Beth Harpaz

I feel better about my kids after reading this book. I'm not surprised she thought she was a having a nervous breakdown, I think my hair was turning gray, just reading the exploits of this very selfish and frankly, bratty kid.

This is a quick, fun read if you have an eighth grade boy. Here's hoping my boy will not be kicked out of his graduation dance because he tries to smuggle rum into the hall.

Harpaz strikes many familiar chords in this story of her surviving her son's 13th year. It's a sometimes very funny look at raising kids in the early years of the 21st century, when you can't decide if it's good or bad that you can reach them all the time via cell phone! And naturally, it would come as a shock that there would be any sort of generation gap, as Harpaz (and the readers) would have to be much cooler than their own, supposedly clueless, parents.

A book about parenting a 13-year old.