I love a bit of hijinks. Quick definition: boisterous fun, carefree antics, ‘horseplay.’ A hijinks feels just wacky enough to be head stupefying, but never fully crosses the line. It is capable of receiving that ole shoulder shrug that coincides with, ‘eh, you only live once,’ yet it doesn’t garner any real trouble. Sure, in literature, creative license comes into play as well. Some well-intentioned character finds themselves traversing hillsides in a rainstorm, confronting a lunch lady turned sumo wrestler, or perhaps time-traveling outside this atmosphere. With these books, the sky isn’t even the limit! Even for a gal who has always colored directly.. inside.. the.. lines, I can say with full transparency that I’m all in on a bit of raucous. But those stories are for another post…