First of all, this book has, roughly, seven narrators. As noted in the blurb, the story itself is a collection of interviews, journal entries, newspaper articles, texts and emails. It's bedlam, in the best way. 
 Saba's family is from Pakistan. She was born and raised here, but her parents are traditional. They are, perhaps, more indulgent than other immigrant families allowing Saba to dress in modest Western clothing and compete on the school tennis team as long as her body is covered. We learn through Saba's journal that her apartment is destroyed one day while she and her family are out at one of her tennis matches. 
 Her father reveals that he fears the fire was set by Saba's 6 y/o brother, who has recently discovered matches. In the meantime, Saba's high school community, most of which are affluent families, pitch in to stage an auction fundraiser headed up by Kendra and Kevin Spoon--two newcomers to the school. In fact, it is Kevin who discovers an undiscovered work of art from an "outsider" Chicago artist which he donates to the cause. The appraised value is $500,000, and Saba's family is overwhelmed with the possible windfall. 
 In fact, people start to question if Saba's family should benefit from this tragedy. Especially as the cause of the fire is suspicious. The high school principal, Dr. Stickman, thinks the money should go to the school which is in need of repairs. 
 The whole argument becomes moot, however, when the artwork goes missing two weeks before the auction. Then it's a foot race to find the art. Teachers turn on teachers, accusing one another of theft. Was it Mr. Delacroix, the gay art teacher who needs capital to finance his fiber art projects? Or, Coach P, the retiring basketball/tennis coach who had easy access to the art as it was locked in her office? Students start accosting other students. Saba's distraught that her family's fortunes keep plummeting. Dr. Stickman was my choice for the thief, but, in the end I was completely, artfully, misdirected. 
 All I'm gonna say is: Best. Grift. Ever. 
 I wasn't sure I'd like the story--I usually go for first-person traditional narratives in my YA. This is the exact opposite. There is (virtually) no romance. Surprisingly, the emotions shine through these third-person accounts. Humor is wry and abundant, with irreverent speech from Saba, incongruent speech from a Spanish exchange student ("in the kitchen, not the chicken" *snorts*) and the contrast between the humble laborer life of Saba's father and the privileged pomposity of Dr. Stickman. 
 The story clips along, with devious reveals and backhanded breadcrumbs. I love being led on a merry chase, and enjoyed each moment of red herrings--once I finally saw them for what they were. Bravo.