This week I'm joining Stacking the Shelves hosted by Tynga's Reviews and sharing the books (or book as the case may be) that I acquired throughout the week.
What If by Rebecca Donovan (For Review/Promotional Copy)
What books did you receive?
“Who we were had washed away with the summer. Who we are was yet to be seen.”
Summer school at Alcott High was only supposed to gain Sadie Peters extra credit, nothing more. Her goal wasn’t to make friends, or gain the attention of the most popular football player, yet she managed both. Her life was cruising along on course … until that summer.
Could a simple stint in a different school change her identity completely and introduce her to love for the first time? How would that affect her relationship with Lily, her best friend?
Hopefully their friendship was strong enough to make it through the tumultuous summer. Sadie learns that great things come with change, but sometimes memories of the past are hardest to part with.
EXCERPTI’m pretty sure Sandra DeFargo wasn’t wearing any under- wear in homeroom, this morning,” I repeated to Dean. Dean was my best friend.“How could you tell, Jake?” he asked.“When I turned around to look at the clock, I noticed she was sitting with her legs slightly apart. She was wearing pantyhose but nothing else.”“Do girls even wear pantyhose and panties at the same time? Aren’t the panties already built in to the pantyhose? They are called ‘panty’ hose, after all.”“Good point. The real question is, however, why was she wearing pantyhose to begin with?”“Nobody wears pantyhose to school.”“I know. So why was she?”“For that matter, why was she wearing a dress?”“Hardly any girls wear dresses.”“Maybe it has to do with some sort of medical condition.”“Like varicose veins.”“Do kids our age even get varicose veins? I thought only old people got that.”“It could be an anomaly,” I said.“Or cancer.”“What? Why would having cancer necessitate having to wear pantyhose?”“Maybe it’s some sort of skin cancer. Maybe her legs would look really bad without something to cover them up.”“So why wouldn’t she just wear pants?” I wondered out loud.“Exactly. Ninety percent of the girls at school wear pants.Only the real slutty girls wear dresses.”“Short dresses.”“Sans underwear.”“Maybe Sandra decided to go slutty, all of sudden.”“Pantyhose, though, definitely detract from the slutty look.”“And besides, she’s way too straight to be a slut.”“Which means, you might just have imagined the whole thing.”“So you’re saying it was just wishful thinking on my part?” I asked.“That I imagined the whole thing?”“I’m just saying that maybe some part of your subconscious mind saw what it wanted to see,” Dean said.“It’s possible. Still...it still doesn’t answer why she was wearing pantyhose to begin with.”“No it doesn’t. And it also doesn’t answer a more fundamental question.”“Which is?” I asked.“Why was she sitting with her legs apart?”“Hmm? ”“Exactly. Why weren’t her legs crossed?”“Or pressed together?”“We’ve already ruled out the whole ‘slut’ angle, right?”“Right. Sandra DeFargo is not a slut. Too smart, too straight. Too Christian.”“On the other hand, you know what they say about those Catholic girls.”“Except we’re not going to a Catholic high school.”“Which doesn’t mean she couldn’t still be a repressed Catholic, acting out against her priest and parents.”“You make a good point. Just because she ‘appears’ to be straight, doesn’t mean she actually is. For all we know, she’s having wild sex with different guys every night.”“Don’t you think we would have heard about it if that were true, though?”“Probably. But it’s not like we’re part of that crowd.”“The crowd that has wild sex every night?”“Yes. That crowd.”“You think this was a one-time deal or you think she’s, uh...turned over a new leaf, decided to spice up her life a little bit?” Dean asked.“You’re suggesting the pantyhose could actually be an attempt to change things up and get laid?” I said.“Hooking up and getting laid is always a good thing,” Dean reminded me.“Definitely. Though if she thinks wearing pantyhose is what it’ll take...”“Dude, it doesn’t take much for a girl to get laid at our school.”“I wish I could say the same for the guys.”“I know what you mean.”“At least you have a girlfriend,” I said.“Yeah, but we’re not doing it,” Dean said, holding out his hands disappointedly.“And why exactly is that again?”“The biggest reason is that she’s ‘not ready,’” he said.“And the lesser reason?”“It’s against my religion.”“Oh that’s right...you’re Mormon,” I said, pretending I hadn’t remembered.“Hard to forget something like that.”“I can imagine it would be,” I said. Unless you knew Dean like I did, you never would have known that he went to church at least once a week and planned on going on a two-year mission abroad after his first year of college.“So you’ve finally decided not to have sex before you’re married?” I asked.“Well...not completely. If the right girl threw herself at me...I might just give in to the temptation.”“And Lily isn’t ‘temptation’ enough?” I queried.“She’s definitely temptation...”“But she isn’t enough temptation?” I pressed.“Well...given the right circumstances...”“Like both of you inebriated at a party? Which incidentally is also taboo in the Mormon religion. Drinking alcohol, right? Which, of course, you have freely sampled more than once.”“I have, haven’t I,” Dean admitted nodding his head.“So what’s one more sin in the book? You just have to say a few extra Hail Marys, right?”“We don’t say Hail Marys, dude. Catholics say Hail Marys.”