Completely, totally, and fiercely, I love Marnie Skyedottir, the protagonist of Locked Inside. While I was writing this novel, whenever Marnie would do something particularly Marnie-like, I’d jump up from my desk chair and dance around. Oh, or cry.
So if anyone dares dislike my Marnie, or wishes her ill in any way, be warned: I shall push you down the airshaft into the Lair of the Rubble-Eater, where you will meet a terrible fate. (See book.) And there’ll be no Elf to be your companion. And— worst of all—no Yertle. Take that! Ha!
That is all I have to say. Carry on.