I bought this book out of curiosity. I'll admit I judged the book by its cover (don't we all). I thought it would be a fun little read, boy was I disappointed. It was not fun, at all. I usually like a quick lovey dovey read but what was this?!The characters were very shallow and childish. I'm sev...
Reservations? Yes. A couple. Like: Is Hayden really as interested in me as I am in him? And is my roommate right should I "beware of hookups"? Confirmation? Doubtful. Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you said "commitment." Special Requests? Let me get through this summer without being fired and heartbrok...
New Year's Resolutions by Kirsten (with help from Crystal, Jones, and Emma) 1. Survive the month at my sister's house. Survive my 3-yr-old nephew and crazy sister. 2. Learn to ice skate better. Or not fall down. Or just get a cuter skating outfit. 3. Find hockey-playing, winter-loving hottie. ...
I’ve been doing collage art since I was about nine. It started out as an art project for school—I’d always loved children’s books by Eric Carle, Leo Lionni, and Lois Ehlert, to name a few. So I tried to imitate their techniques, but it didn’t come out quite right. Dad helped me improve, though, a...
She was wearing a couple of layered T-shirts over a pair of shorts, and her damaged leg, which now ended above her knee, was wrapped in a few layers of beige ACE bandages. Cheeto was perched in the wheelchair beside her—mangy old Cheeto, whom she’d thrown across the hospital room a few weeks back...
Those were awesome,” Spencer commented as we walked to the car the next morning. “I kept thinking, with their love of cookbooks and slasher novels, maybe they’re trying to lure us into some evil plot, but I don’t care. Pass the syrup.” “I hear you,” I said, but the truth was, I’d been too happy a...
I asked. I had just opened the door to Olivia, who was wearing a green dress, green tights, and a pair of old pink Ugg boots. She had a purse slung across her shoulder, with fake arrows—actually, on closer inspection, they were pens with feathers glued to the tops—sticking out of it. “Robin Hood....
I was in a daze. Maybe if I splashed cold water in my face, I’d wake up from this bad dream. A minute later, Emma sat down beside me, changed into campaigning clothes again: dressy black pants, a purple shirt, and black sandals. Her hair was styled, too. No wonder it had taken her so long. She ha...