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Zusatztext "Teens will want to cheer."( SLJ ! starred review) Informationen zum Autor Sarah Dessen is the author of thirteen novels, which include the New York Times bestsellers The Moon and More , What Happened to Goodbye , Along for the Ride , Lock and Key , Just Listen , The Truth About Forever , and This Lullaby . Her first two books, That Summer and Someone Like You , were made into the movie How to Deal . Dessen’s books are frequently chosen for the Teens’ Top Ten list and the list of Best Fiction for Young Adults. They have been translated into twenty-five languages. Sarah Dessen is the recipient of the 2017 Margaret A. Edwards Award from the Young Adult division of the American Library Association. Sarah Dessen graduated from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill with highest honors in creative writing. She lives in Chapel Hill with her husband, Jay, and their daughter, Sasha Clementine. Visit Sarah at sarahdessen.com. Klappentext From the New York Times bestselling author of Once and for All Never underestimate the power of friendship. When Colie goes to spend the summer at the beach, she doesn't expect much. But Colie didn't count on meeting Morgan and Isabel. Through them, she learns what true friendship is all about, and finally starts to realize her potential. And that just might open the door to her first chance at love. . . . "A down-to-earth Cinderella story. . . captures that special feeling." -The New York Post Sarah Dessen is the winner of the Margaret A. Edwards Award for her contributions to YA literature, as well as the Romantic Times Career Achievement Award. Books by Sarah Dessen: That Summer Someone Like You Keeping the Moon Dreamland This Lullaby The Truth About Forever Just Listen Lock and Key Along for the Ride What Happened to Goodbye The Moon and More Saint Anything Once and for Allchapter one My name is Nicole Sparks. Welcome to the first day of the worst summer of my life. "Colie," my mother said with a sigh as she walked down the train platform toward me. She was in one of her FlyKiki workout suits, purple this time; she looked like a shiny grape. Her assistant, standing by the station door, took a not-so-subtle look at her watch. "Will you please try not to look so tortured?" I fake-smiled at her, crossing my arms more tightly over my chest. "Oh, that’s even worse," she said. Another sigh. "With your hair that color and that thing in your lip you look terrible even when you’re smiling." She came closer, her sneakers making squeaky mouse noises on the concrete. Like everything else, they were brand-new. "Honey, you know this is for the best. You couldn’t stay by yourself at the house all summer. You’d be lonely." "I have friends, Mom," I said. She cocked her head to the side, as if she doubted this. "Oh, honey," she said again. "It’s for the best." The best for you , I thought. The thing about my mother is that she always has good intentions. But that’s as far as she usually gets. "Kiki," said the assistant, whose name I hadn’t even bothered to learn because she’d be gone by the time I got back, fired before they even reached the airport, probably, "we’ve got to go if we want to make that flight." "All right, all right." My mother put her hands on her hips—the classic Kiki Sparks aerobic stance—and looked me up and down. "You’ll keep up your workouts, right? It would be a shame to gain all that weight back." "Yes." "And you’ll eat healthy—I told you I’m sending along the complete Kiki line—so you’ll have your foods with you at Mira’s." "You told me." She let her hands drop to her sides, and in that one brief moment I saw my mother again. Not Kiki Sparks...
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"Teens will want to cheer."(SLJ, starred review)
