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Title: Not Pretty Enough
Author: Jaimie Admans
Date of Publication: August 1, 2013
Genre: contemporary YA comedy
“New Year’s Resolutions:
1. Lloyd Layton will know I exist. He once said three whole words to me, so this is obviously progress. If I don’t get a proper conversation out of him soon, then I’ll take my top off and streak through the cafeteria, because nobody could fail to notice these boobs.
2. I will not get expelled for streaking through the cafeteria.”
Those are the words that begin her mission.
Chessie is fourteen, not pretty enough, and very much in love. Lloyd Layton is hot, popular, and unaware of Chessie’s existence.
Her goal is clear: to get Lloyd to love her as much as she loves him, and she has exactly one year to do it.
As Chessie’s obsession with Lloyd reaches boiling point and she starts to spin a web of lies that spiral out of control, Lloyd turns out to be not quite the prince she thought he was. Can Chessie avoid the gathering storm before things go too far?
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Not Pretty Enough is a contemporary young adult comedy suitable for ages thirteen and over.
Book two in the series will be released early 2014.
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Unfortunately I couldn't finish the book in time for the tour, but I am super excited ( okay, how many times will I say super excited in this post?) to read it. You guys can expect a review within the next two days!
Lloyd doesn’t even acknowledge our presence. He’s having a conversation with Darren about car racing, which doesn’t sound very interesting to me. At least Ewan talks to us. I’m not really paying attention to him, because Lloyd is like three feet away from me, but he’s talking to Debs so I nod occasionally and try to look like I’m involved in the conversation too.
Lloyd doesn’t even look up in the next ten minutes. He’s debating intensely with Darren about race car drivers. He hasn’t even seen my new hair yet.
Eventually the buzzer rings, and one of the lads steps aside to let us girls run out first, which is very considerate of him. I shout a thank you back as I put my head down and step out. I don’t have a hood on this stupid jacket, and I didn’t bring an umbrella today.
I’m rushing in the direction of our form room with my head down so low to try and stop my hair frizzing out that I can’t see where I’m going, and I only get a few steps before I run smack bang into someone.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I say. I hear laughter burst out from the archway behind us. What could they possibly be laughing at now?
“I’m really sorry,” I say again to the person I ran into. My head is throbbing so I must’ve hurt him as well. “Are you okay?” I ask, looking up.
And then I realise why they’re laughing at me. It’s not so much of a someone that I ran in to. More of a something.
I am currently apologising to a lamppost.
Oh God. Why me?
I have ten minutes to not make a fool of myself, and what do I do? I run into a lamppost and apologise to it. I have to be the world’s biggest klutz.
I slink away, looking where I’m going now – stuff the hair, let it frizz. I’m sure frizzy hair is less embarrassing than having a chat with a lamppost.
“You don’t have to try so hard, you know,” Debs says when we get to class.
“But I do,” I moan. “Especially now he’s just seen me do that.”
“God, I wish you’d just tell him you like him and put yourself out of this misery.”
“I can’t. He’ll just say thanks but no thanks, and I don’t want to hear that. I know that Lloyd doesn’t like me, but I want to make it so he does like me before I say anything to him.”
“Chessie…”
“I just want him to know I exist.”
“Oh, I think he knows you exist by now,” Debs says.
“I want him to acknowledge me then. Lloyd has barely even looked at me since day one, so how is he ever going to like me or know that I like him if I can’t even get him to look at me?”
“Chess…”
“Forget it. I think he and I would get on really well, if only we had a chance. I don’t want to be rejected by him.”
“You don’t know he’s going to reject you.”
“He doesn’t even know my name. Of course he’s going to reject me. I’m not pretty, or clever, or rich, or anything else that might possibly attract him to a girl. I’m just plain old Chessie Clemenfield, and he’s never going to pay any attention to me unless I make him.”
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