Jeremy Fink is picky. He eats peanut butter sandwiches for every meal, and collects mutant candies. However, even his odd habits can’t help him solve the mysterious (and quite hilarious, I must say) adventure that is thrown his way. On his thirteenth birthday, he opens a cardboard box to find yet another box. Except, this one is wooden, has four keyholes, and reads The Meaning of Life. Jeremy and his best friend, Lizzie, search all around Manhattan in hopes of unlocking the box, which supposedly holds the theorized, much anticipated, Meaning of Life. This book really gave an excellent perspective of a kid living in New York City. I have never been there, so it was especially interesting to explore the bus rides, flea markets, and mass amount of people through a novel.