When the lights go down and you're sitting in the dark with your popcorn . . . that's the magic time that Ruby Miller loves best.
For twelve-year old Ruby, movies are better than real life. And the ones she writes herself are the best of all. Those stories always work out. The dads in her movies always show up when they say they will, the mums don't hold onto secrets, and the little brothers don't curl up with sorrow over some missing stuffed animal. All right, so it's Ruby's fault he's missing . . .
But if she were writing the script, the set up would be intriguing, the middle exciting and the ending a complete and happy surprise. She even has seven pages ready for Spielberg. But then real life keeps interrupting . . .
