I fly through a longish chapter 39 of Homecoming, a book I wrote in a month. Our heroes discuss ways to escape that, honestly, stink. What should be an exciting chapter is actually a pile of childish dialogue written by someone who might be the worst author ever. Astrid gets outside finally so that she can stop whining. I brag that I'm pretty good at one-legged hopping. Discussion questions end a relatively dull episode!