Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire (May 1, 2012)
Publication Date: May 1, 2012
“This is an utterly sweet, captivating book that will charm you, make you think, and maybe even make you shed a tear.” —Cupcake’s Book Cupboard
“an interesting look at all that can change in the summer of a young woman’s life.” —YA Bibliophile
“The story line immediately captured my heart ” —Charming Chelsey’s
“…a novel of identity, true love, and the meaning of death; all told in the voice of a bright, thoughful, and passionately self-contradictory teenage girl.” —Book Talk
“…fun summer read with a little bit of a serious twist…You’ll laugh, you’ll tear up, and you’ll be on the hunt for a celebrity lookalike crush in no time” —Fiction Folio
“…the sort of book that should top your “to reads” list.” —Letters Inside Out
“…a delightful tale of self-discovery and of burgeoning romance.” —Allison Can Read
“The meaningful relationship that is created only makes you want more” —Books With Bite
“Readers can expect romance, drama, and incredible emotion” — A Cupcake and A Latte
The summer Luke came into my life, I decided to keep him a secret. Even from my celebrity-obsessed best friend. Maybe he *was* a dead-ringer for notorious Hollywood bad boy Trent Yves. And it was possible that everything he told me was a lie. And yes, I was probably asking for trouble. But all I saw was Luke–sweet, funny, caring–someone who would let me be the real me.
But which was the real him?
Excerpt #3: While on an impulsive road trip with Luke, after Brigitta shares what it was like to try public school.
“You can’t be raw in front of people like that,” he said. “They do that because they don’t get it. You can’t let them under your skin.”
“Easy for you to say, Mr. Homeschooler. You live in the protective bubble.”
“Maybe so,” he said pensively. “But those people don’t deserve your pain, Brigitta.”
It was a surprising thought. I felt… known when he said it. Like he saw the me I don’t show to anybody.
The highway ended in Westport. Luke kept going, down a narrow road and then up a sandy rise. The Pacific Ocean opened out in front of us, glorious with white caps—the first time I’d ever seen it. “Oh!” I exclaimed.
Luke drove all the way onto the beach. He jumped out of the driver’s seat, ran around the Jeep and threw my door open. “We’re here!” He seized my hands and pulled me to my feet. I tumbled after him, pelting across the sand. He ran directly into the waves without stopping to brace himself. “Woohoo!” he whooped.
I followed him in. The water was heart-stoppingly cold, but all around us little kids and dogs were playing in it. My jeans stuck to my legs and I went splendidly numb.
An older couple with a kite smiled at us.
A wave knocked me off my feet and Luke grabbed my waist to steady me.
We rode the waves in and chased them back out, holding hands and jumping. I felt wild and bold and dangerous. And Luke was sweeping me out to sea.