Among the important things you learn at school is something that has nothing to do with literacy, numeracy, making farting noises on a clarinet or growing etiolated plants on blotting paper. Until you work out how to make friends without being a suck-up, faking an interest in topics that bore you rigid or taking part in activities that make you feel bad about yourself, you can’t start firing on all cylinders. That’s really what Clubs by Kate de Goldi and Jacqui Colley is all about. It’s an appealing read from New Zealand showing that it can take a little time (and serendipity) to find your soulmates.
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