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Informationen zum Autor Ella Cerón is a writer and editor from Los Angeles, California. She lives in New York City with two black cats. Her work has appeared in Teen Vogue, GQ, InStyle, and other major publications. Viva Lola Espinoza is her first novel. Klappentext A debut young adult novel that's BOOKSMART mixed with a dash of magic, about a Mexican-American teen who spends the summer in Mexico City attempting to learn Spanish, and instead meets two very cute boys, and learns a family secret that changes her life forever. Lola Mendoza is cursed in love. Well, maybe not actually cursed-magic isn't real, is it? When Lola goes to spend the summer with her grandmother in Mexico City and meets handsome, flirtatious Alex, she learns the unbelievable truth: magic is very real, and what she'd always written off as bad luck is actually, truly…a curse. If Lola ever wants to fall in love without suffering the consequences, she'll have to break it. Over the course of one summer-filled with food, family, and two very different boys-Lola sets out to undo the curse and, in the process, learns about herself, her heritage, and the magic around us all. Story Locale: Mexico City, Mexico Leseprobe CHAPTER 1 Twenty-seven minutes before the end of the last study hall period of the spring semester, a folded-up piece of paper landed in front of the book Lola Espinoza was halfheartedly reading. Okay, she was using the book to hide her phone as she refreshed it. She wanted to be notified the second her grades hit her inbox. Not that she wanted to get her grades back. She just wanted to be aware. She turned in the direction the projectile missive had come from and found Diego Padilla staring confidently at her. Diego—Padilla, as his friends called him—was one of the most popular boys in school and had been on the varsity soccer team since freshman year. Everyone knew Padilla. This was the first time he had ever indicated that he knew Lola existed, and they’d been in the same class since third grade. Lola unfolded the note: My party—u in? She read the words, barely legible in their smudged, stick-letter scrawl, again. Was she really being invited to the biggest end-of-semester party in the whole high school? She balked, buffered, and mentally reset. No, this note must have been for Ana, who always sat one seat over from Lola at the shared library table during study hall. Susana Morris was friends with everyone, a human disco ball refracting her light onto everyone around her. She was also, crucially, Lola’s best friend. Lola glanced at Padilla and motioned to confirm that he wanted her to pass on the note. He raised one eyebrow and shook his head. Ana, who had been furiously shuffling a deck of oracle cards behind the book that served as her shield from Mr. Wesley, saw Padilla’s facial expression out of the corner of her eye and snapped her attention toward the piece of paper in Lola’s hand. “Is that a letter? From Padilla? What does it say?” She pushed the deck to the side and grabbed at the note. Her eyes lit up instantly. “You have to come with me.” Lola almost laughed at the thought. The last time she’d been to a party with Ana, she’d bopped her head awkwardly in the corner of someone’s parents’ living room before slipping out half an hour after she arrived. Could you classify it as “sneaking out” if only one person noticed you’d been there? Lola wasn’t sure. “There’s no way I’m going,” Lola replied. “No, let me clarify. There is no way I would even be allowed to go.” Ana sighed. “Come on! I can’t remember the last time you didn’t bail on a party, and we’re going to be seniors next year. And Padilla invited you personally. The rules of high school dictate that you are obligated to attend.” Lola grabbed the note back. “Why would he do that? I didn’t even think he knew who I was.” “C’mon, Espinoza. The two of you have been in the same sch...
