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Informationen zum Autor DARIA SNADOWSKY lives and practices criminal defense law in Southern Nevada. She is the author of acclaimed Anatomy of a Boyfriend and contributed an essay to the anthology Crush: 26 Real-life Tales of First Love (Harlequin, 2011). Klappentext "Curious teens will find Snadowsky's honesty refreshing! and like [Judy Blume's] Forever before it! this [book] is sure to be passed from hand to hand."--BooklistAfter everything that happened-my first boyfriend! my first time! my first breakup-jumping back into the dating game seemed like the least healthy thing I could do. It's not that I didn't want to fall in love again! since that's about the best feeling ever. But as a busy college premed still raw from heartbreak! which is the worst feeling ever! I figured I'd lie low for a while. Of course! as soon as I stopped looking for someone! an impossibly amazing-and devastatingly cute-guy came along! and I learned that having a new boyfriend is the quickest way to recover from losing your old one. The moment we got together! all my preconceptions about romance and sex were turned upside down. I discovered physical and emotional firsts I never knew existed. I learned to let go of my past by living in the present. It was thrilling. It was hot. It was just what the doctor ordered. But I couldn't avoid my future forever. In Daria Snadowsky's daring sequel to Anatomy of a Boyfriend! eighteen-year-old Dominique explores the relationship between love and lust! and the friendships that see us through."Dominique is a strong female character who makes informed decisions and demonstrates control over her own body and goals. . . . This book could be popular with girls who are curious and interested in reading about intimate young adult relationships."--VOYA"Presents a multiplicity of opinions and stories about sex! intimacy and relationships and lets readers come to their own conclusions."--Kirkus Reviews Leseprobe 1 The logical thing would be for me to date Calvin Brandon. For starters, he’s one of the nicest people I know at Tulane (or anywhere else). Unlike most college guys, he doesn’t need Budweiser, ESPN, or an Xbox to survive. We always have fun together and can totally be ourselves around each other. And no matter how frazzled I got by my summer electives, which crammed a semester’s worth of biology into only May and June, he could still make me laugh. On top of all that, Calvin explicitly told me that he’d like me to be his girlfriend. I’d be the luckiest girl in Louisiana to be his girlfriend. . . . So why don’t I want to be his girlfriend? I’m trying not to obsess about it, when a plane taking off suddenly whooshes over the New Orleans airport, where Calvin’s keeping me company on the curbside baggage-check line. The loud rumbling of the engines forces us to stop talking. But while we stand there in silence, staring at each other, the mood turns awkward as we surely have the same thought: what a perfect moment for a first kiss. But as I explicitly told Calvin, I’m not interested in dating anyone right now. But maybe it’s that I’m not interested in dating him right now. Or perhaps I’m not interested in dating him ever? So much for not obsessing about it. I break the tension by taking out my cell phone and logging on to the university registrar. Once the engine noise lifts, Calvin glances at the display and says, “Professors don’t have to submit grades until sometime in July, you know. There’s no way anything’s posted yet.” “It never hurts to double-check. I’m going crazy waiting for results.” “You have nothing to worry about, Coppertone,” he declares, using his favorite new nickname for me. It’s meant to poke fun at my red hair (hence “copper”) as well as the vast amounts of sunblock I go through (to keep my fair, freckle-prone skin from becoming red, too). “I bet you aced everything. You hit the books harder than all of the o...
