title: Eggs over Evie
author:  Alison Jackson 
description: Starred Review. Grade 46Thirteen-year old Evie Carson loves to cook, which is fitting for the daughter of a renowned celebrity chef. Now that her parents have divorced and her father is living with his new wife on the other side of town, Evie spends a lot of time in the kitchen, and her mom has even signed her up for summer cooking classes at the rec center. It's been a year since her dad moved out and took their dog with him, but now there are twins on the way, her stepmother is trying to be her friend, and her mother is going on her first date since the divorce, so Evie is feeling just a little bit out of sorts. Although she and her mom have finally begun to fill the empty places left by her father's departure, it takes a crotchety neighbor, a handsome cooking partner, some rescued animals, and a lot of recipes to make the future seem as inviting as the past. Each chapter is headed by a quote from a celebrity chef that portends the events to come and concludes with a recipe for whatever Evie is preparing. Spot illustrations appear throughout. This is an appealing book with an authentic voice, particularly when discussing the upheaval and discomfort caused by divorce, as well as the effort and good will required to smooth the transition.<i>Teri Markson, Los Angeles Public Library</i> <br />(c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
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  ## [DEDICATION](nav.xhtml#r_idParaDest-1)
  
  
  _For anyone longing for home_
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  **“POUR THE EGGNOG,” I SAY** as I come down the stairs late in the afternoon.
  “I’ve finished the list, and you both better prepare yourselves.”
  
  
  “Prepare ourselves?” Mom looks up from the sofa, where she’s reading through
  her latest script.
  
  
  “I don’t think we have eggnog.” Dad’s voice comes from inside the open
  refrigerator, followed by the sound of cartons being rearranged on the
  shelves.
  
  
  “Don’t even play.” I flop my stack of papers down on the kitchen table with a
  thump. “I know it’s in there.”
  
  
  “Pumpkin eggnog.” Dad pops his head out from the fridge, studying the jug of
  deliciousness. “I didn’t even know they made pumpkin eggnog.”
  
  
  “They make pumpkin everything.” I pull three glasses down from the cabinet.
  “It is, after all, Novem