No Offense (Little Bridge Island, #2)

by Meg Cabot

“Ugh, Daddy.” Katie pouted. “I don’t understand how you can be such a boomer when you were actually born in the eighties.”

“How did you know I was heading to the hospital?” “Oh, my dear.” Phyllis shook her head as she pushed herself from the tiny chair. “You are more Harry Potter than Proust—not precisely difficult to read.”