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Posted February 22, 2013
Ice dancing? I choke back a laugh. That's going to go over big at Alcott High. Tristan spots the expression on my face and glowers at me. Ignoring him, I point to Mrs. Berkeley's t-shirt and ask, "So is Manchester United your favorite team?" "Absolutely," she replies. "We're all huge fans." "I watched them win the World Cup last summer," I tell her. "Isn't this splendid, boys?" Says their father. "Cassidy likes sports too. When you get to school tomorrow, you'll already have a friend." Simon looks so pleased at this thought that I can't help smiling back at him. My smile fades as Tristan shoots me another glance, though. As if, says this one. "Nice to meet you," he says tonelessly, then stalks back down the hall toward the kitchen. "Well, then," harrumphs Professor Berkeley, blinking at us awkwardly. "Jet lag," Mrs. Berkeley says. "So sorry." Jet lag my eye, I think. My mother waves her hand and smiles. "Not to worry," she replies. "I have plenty of experience with teenagers. How about I call you in a few days after you've settled in, and we'll find a time to have you all over for dinner?" She and Mrs. Berkeley exchange phone numbers, and we head to the car. "Lucky us," I mutter. "Dinner with Tristan Jerkeley." "First impressions aren't always accurate," my mother says lightly as we pull out of the driveway onto Lowell Road. "It was probably just jet lag, like his mother said." "Yeah, right." I glance over my shoulder at Emma's house. Simon seemed okay, but I'd be happy if I never saw his brother again in my life. Final score: Tristan Berkeley: 1; and a big fat zero for Cassidy Sloane. Sleigh bells. I pull the hot pink pillow over my head, trying to shut out the noise so I can keep dreaming. I don't want to wake up. I'm just about to score the winning goal for the U.S. Women's Olympic hockey team. The jangling continues. Annoyed, I crack open an eyelid. My stepfather is standing in the doorway to my room, grinning. He's dressed inhis pajamas and bathrobe. Chloe is in his arms. She's wearing her pajamas too, the green Mini Grinch footie ones that Courtney brought back for her from L.A. She wags her jingle bell rattle happily. "Go away," I mumble. "I'm sleeping." I roll over. The sleigh bells don't stop. They're not going to give up. I sit up. "Go bother Courtney," I growl, throwing a pillow at them. I miss. I'm not my best early in the morning. Stanley laughs. "She's already awake. Breakfast is on the table." Suddenly I'm aware of a very good smell wafting into my room. Christmas morning coffee cake! My mother only bakes it once a year. I fling back the covers and scramble out of bed, reaching for my fleece robe and slippers.
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Posted April 5, 2012
A fun read (ride)!
The author's humorous approach to taking up and training for biking is a laugh out loud read. The reader is taken along for the ride and feels the joy, success and struggles, and yes, the pain of the bike seat. Whether you are an experienced rider, a casual rider, want to take up biking yourself, or just want a fun peek into the world of cycling, this book is for you. As the author pokes fun at herself, shares her new found knowledge of cycling, offers many training tips, you'll be laughing all the way through. It's a page turner.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 15, 2010
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