I wanna reach out and grab ya

I've found a new home for Gob Bluth. It's in this book: , by Judy Waite. Now, it is in England, and teenagers, and there's a murder, but, let's face it, doesn't Gob strike us all as the sort of guy who wouldn't mind being surrounded by teenaged girls? Also, everyone is kinda dense, so he'd be right at home. But here's the real reason this book is the perfect place for him: everyone acts like they've never seen a magic trick before. Seriously. The main boy character is a busker at one point, and he makes a small object disappear, and a bystander crosses herself. He also has some woman chasing him around London, convenced that he can heal her daughter. The main girl character impresses a bunch of bad apple teenagers with card tricks. C'mon--don't these people have uncles? Has no one ever "found" a quarter (sorry, a pound coin) behind their ear before?
So yeah, not exactly the world's greatest book.