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Fifteen-year-old Stacy questions the
strange world of high school, family, friends, love, and her role in the
universe.
People tell you high school’s so great and
wonderful, but they’re lying. It’s mostly horrible and full of disappointment.
It sucks. Your best friend abandons you. The jerk you’re in love with pretends
to be into you, and then the big dump. The boy you’ve really clicked with as a
friend decides to go all crushy over you, so you break his heart just like
yours was—smashed into little pieces. Your sister goes mental , and you get
involved with an older guy who’s even crazier than she is (who you know is a very
bad idea, but you do it anyway). Math only adds another stink of failure to the
whole thing.
High school blows. Just ask freshman Stacy. She’d
want you to know.
Title:
Finding a Man for Sylvia
Author:
Margaret Lesh
Genre:
Chick-lit, romantic comedy, adult
Release
date: Nov. 23, 2012
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A well-intentioned but clueless romantic
is determined to find love for her lonely neighbor over her exasperated
husband’s objections.
Julia Hawthorne-Florez has the best of intentions,
and everyone knows what the road to Hell is paved with. Her husband Javier
accuses her of playing God with people’s lives, but Julia is simply a fool for
love. (Or maybe just a fool?)
When lonely Sylvia moves in across the street, Julia
is determined to find her match. Of course, there are obstacles. Javier, for
one, who’s forbidden any further matchmaking attempts on his well-intentioned
wife’s part. And there’s the little matter of Sylvia being in love with a man
who’s taken a vow of celibacy.
Julia schemes; the hamster wheel in her head spins
furiously. Handsome Ted is Julia’s first choice. Except shy Ted happens to be
interested in Julia’s best friend, certified dominatrix Lisa. And so it goes.
Julia spins her web; Javier laughs at her. But Julia always gets the last laugh
in this Latin-infused contemporary romantic comedy.
Excerpt:
Ted stood awkwardly before me, lamenting his poor
dumb fat kitty, and I felt a sudden twinge of inspiration. What could be more
perfect and beautiful than bringing two shadow people together? It was the
exact right thing to do. Ted and Sylvia were both background players. Who could
possibly be a better match for my love-worn friend? I was practically picking
out their china pattern, wondering what their children would look like. Good
looking, of course; very shy.
“So, Ted, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?” I
said, making conversation, trying to draw him out a little.
He began to fumble and stammer, “Oh, Thanksgiving.
Um, wow. I hadn’t—I—uh…”
Only Ted. He hadn’t a clue, and it was the next day.
“We’re eating at three. Join us. Please. I insist.”
“Oh, uh, my mother —”
“Is she trying to set you up again?” I said with a
laugh, teasing him just a little. His parents lived back home in Salt Lake
City, and it was just like Bitsy to have arranged a space for him at some
eligible young lady’s parents’ dinner table for the holiday.
He was looking down at his shoes; I leaned over from
my seat at the reception desk where I was temporarily filling in and looked
down at them too. They were brown brogue oxfords, the type serious
professionals and college professors wear. His coordinated blue-and-green
argyle socks were hot, in an “I’m in love with my teacher” sort of way.
“Really, I insist. No one should be alone on
Thanksgiving.”
I immediately regretted saying that. Nobody wants to
feel like they’re unloved and unpopular. No one wants to feel like a lonely loser.
I hoped he didn’t feel that way from my offhand remark, but he looked at me,
right in my eyes, and nodded.
“That sounds nice. I’ll be there.”
“Fabulous.”
He took a few steps and then stopped, turned and
asked, “Red or white wine?”
“Both,” I answered, surprising him. I was only half
joking.
As he walked back to his cubicle, I had to stop
myself from rubbing my hands together like Snidely Whiplash—who I didn’t
resemble in this context at all. I was using my powers for good. This time.
Author
Bio:
California girl Margaret Lesh lives with her husband Steve and son Andrew in a
quiet suburb near Los Angeles. Co-creator of StoryRhyme.com, she writes middle
grade, young adult, and women’s fiction. When she’s not writing, she’s thinking
about baked goods, especially donuts, far too often. She believes tacos are
magic.
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