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Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

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by Ellen Hopkins, Terri Clark, Lynda Sandoval, Nicole Burnham

Niki Burnham, Terri Clark, Ellen Hopkins, and Lynda Sandoval give us four tales about the end of first love. How does anyone survive? Read on and find out. Each story showcases the writer’s signature style: Niki Burnham keeps it smart and sassy; Terri Clark brings a touch of fantasy; Ellen Hopkins tells her story in verse; and no one does funny like


Niki Burnham, Terri Clark, Ellen Hopkins, and Lynda Sandoval give us four tales about the end of first love. How does anyone survive? Read on and find out. Each story showcases the writer’s signature style: Niki Burnham keeps it smart and sassy; Terri Clark brings a touch of fantasy; Ellen Hopkins tells her story in verse; and no one does funny like Lynda Sandoval. For teens looking for something to get them through the pain, this is just the prescription!

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"Often frankly sexy and peppered with teen-friendly references…), this box of candy for the lovelorn satisfies." Kirkus 4/15/08 Kirkus Reviews

"[These stories] as a collection work well together. . . they're like reading only the most exciting parts of a chick-lit novel." June 2008 School Library Journal

School Library Journal

Gr 9 Up- These four short stories center on falling out of love. The first story dumps stereotypes on their ear by featuring a romance rocked by a high school junior who is reluctant to "go all the way" with his gorgeous girlfriend. The second has a fantasy twist-a teen's head injury allows her to "hear" the thoughts of others, and it is readily apparent that there is a huge disconnect between her boyfriend's thoughts and what he says. The third selection is told in verse, revealing a girl's coming to terms with the changes she has made in herself to please her new boyfriend. Finally, the last features a lesbian relationship ruined by the fear of being outed. None of these stories is outstanding, but as a collection, they work well together. Basically, they're like reading only the most exciting parts of a chick-lit novel and leaving all the extraneous narrative behind.-Leah Krippner, Harlem High School, Machesney Park, IL

Kirkus Reviews
Four long stories, one by each author, all told in first person, all about teen heartbreak. These are not deep or profound, but their tone will resonate with the target audience. Although the focus is breakups, each leaves protagonists and readers with the hope of a new and better relationship to come. In Burnham's "Last Stand," Toby isn't ready for sex with his gorgeous (and stacked) girlfriend Amber-but she is. In "Don't Mind Me," Clark's Goth Dee discovers her football-jock boyfriend is actually working at seduction so he can write about it. A literal bump to the head enables Dee to hear what he's thinking, and it isn't pretty. Hopkins's "My Name is Lisa," in verse, is perhaps the strongest of the stories, as plain Lisa gets a makeover from a very manipulative boy. Sandoval's "Party Foul" finds lesbian Mia publicly humiliated by her first love. Often frankly sexy and peppered with teen-friendly references (hip slang, IM conversations), this box of candy for the lovelorn satisfies. (Fiction. YA)

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Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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Age Range:
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Breaking Up is Hard to Do

By Lynda Sandoval
Copyright © 2008 Lynda Sandoval
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780547014999

The day before sophomore year started, when her mom took her to pick up
new reeds for her clarinet, she called and offered to grab some for my sax.
She dropped them off a few hours later as I was sweeping out the garage,
trying to earn car money. We flirted a little, talked about band and whether
she could possibly make first chair as a sophomore, and then I was kissing
her. Just leaned over the push broom and did it without letting myself think
about it first.
And it was perfect. One year ago today.
I remember the necklace I got for her and whisper, "Hey, I forgot. I
have something in my backpack."
"Really?" She eases back, and the grin on her face is downright
heartstopping. I forgot how much I like the way she smiles at me while we're
kissing and no one else is around. Like I'm the only person in the world who
makes her feel this happy.
I reach to the floor and unzip the bag one-handed, keeping my
other hand in its comfy location, tucked under the side of her bra, and pull
out the box containing the necklace. I slide it so it's on my chest, right
between us. "Happy anniversary, Amber."
Twin lines furrow the area between her eyes, like she was
expecting something else, but theydisappear when she smiles. "You want
me to open it now?"
"Yeah. Is there a problem?"
"Of course not!" She sits up, letting her rear end slide into the
space between my thigh and the back of the sofa, so I push myself upright
and pull her onto my lap. She eases a finger under the tape, then peels off
the wrapping paper without tearing it.
My heart nearly stops at her sharp intake of breath as she opens
the box from the jeweler. "Toby, this is gorgeous!"
"You like?"
She nods, fingering the gold-dipped aspen leaf and the small
round opal set in its center.
"I thought you might like something outdoorsy," I explain. "When I
saw this one, with your birthstone, it seemed like something you'd wear."
She doesn't say anything. She just stares at the necklace lying
against the fuzzy blue velvet inside the box.
"If you don't like it, I can take it back and you can choose
something else."
Could I sound like a bigger dweeb? I can just hear Keira's
reaction. She'd say, If she already told you it's gorgeous, why in the world
are you offering to return it? Take a girl at her word!
Amber blinks, then smiles at me. "Never. It's perfect. I'll wear it all
the time."
She takes it out of the box and asks me to hold her hair out of the
way while she fastens it. Once it's on, she wraps her arms around my neck
and kisses me, long and slow and soft. It's quiet; I can't even hear the
television upstairs. Just me and Amber and the low hum of the DeWitts' air
conditioning. Like no one could ever disturb us down here.
She must have the same feeling, because she slides her hands
down my back, then eventually around to the front to play with the button on
my shorts again.
I want to stop her, but I don't want to, either. The sensation of her
fingernails running along my waist, then lower, just below my belly button, is
driving me nearly over the edge. I think I'm going to combust, but in a very,
very good way.
I know she can tell, since she's sitting in my lap, but it's not
stopping her. I swallow hard and try to think of something else. Cars I might
be able to afford. Ms. Lewis's stupid syllabus. Ms. Lewis herself. But
nothing's easing the problem.
Then she maneuvers my shorts down a few inches, so they're
barely covering me, and pushes me backward on the sofa so she can get
them the rest of the way down if she wants.
"Amber, we can't," I tell her between kisses. "If you keep . . . any
more and I might come."
She smiles against my lips and moves her body—with those
glorious breasts—against me. Then she slips her fingers into the waistband
of my underwear.
"Really, Amber. We need to stop." I can't believe I'm saying what
I'm saying to her—it's bad enough I just used the word come in a sentence
out loud—but what's my alternative? "If . . . well, it'll make a mess. Your
parents are gonna know."
And I don't want to.
When it gets right down to it, no matter how good this feels
physically, my brain's telling me it's wrong. I can't get a hand job in her
parents' basement. It was bad enough that she gave me one at Sophomore
Blast last year, when we were hidden away in her tent. Well, good, as in how
it felt, but bad in the sense that we could have been discovered—by Meghan,
who was sharing the tent, by one of the chaperones, by anyone who
happened to stumble away from the annual sophomore class lakeside party.
And bad in that when I realized what she really wanted then was to have sex,
that the hand job wasn't the destination, I squirreled my way out of there
before she could say the words. I cut her off mid–I want to and told her Griff
was going to come looking for me because I'd promised to play on his team
in the flag football game.
"We'll figure something out." Her eyes lock onto mine, but her
hands stay right where they are. "Toby, it's our anniversary. I . . . I think
today should be the day. I've been thinking about it for months, and Toby,
we're ready for this. We are."
"So you really . . . ?" I can't say the words, but it's plain from her
face that she's planning on way more than a hand job tonight. That in her
mind, we're picking up where we left off in the tent.
It felt all out of whack then. It feels out of whack now. Surreal.
"That's a big step," I say.
She's a virgin. Connor pushed her, but she never went all the way
with him. I know because back when I was just her friend, someone to give
her the guy's perspective, she gave me all the details.
A blush creeps across her cheeks. "I, um, actually thought, when
you went for your backpack earlier, that you might have a condom in there.
"But the necklace was okay," she adds in a rush. "I just thought,
after having virtually no time together this summer, and with it being our
anniversary, it'd be perfect. I've missed you so much."
"Your parents are upstairs."
She laughs. "You know they won't check on us for a while. Their
favorite show's on, and there's no way they're leaving to check on us. We're
focusing on homework, remember?"
What I remember that I'm supposed to be doing my homework
instead of my girlfriend.
I reach up with one hand to push her hair back, looping a long
strand behind her ear. Man, she looks cute like that, with her hair hanging
down on one side of her face and tucked back on the other.
"I really want to, Toby. I think it's time to take our relationship to
the next level, don't you?"
I know I should make an excuse, like I did in the tent. Say that
the timing's not good since it's nearly nine p.m. on a Tuesday and I have to
get home. Point out that I do not have a condom, not in my wallet or
backpack or even at home in my nightstand.
Tell her I think she's too special to lose her virginity on a
basement sofa.
A dozen gentle letdowns run through my head, but what do I
say? "No."


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Lynda Sandoval wrote Who’s Your Daddy? She lives in Colorado.

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Breaking up Is Hard to Do: Stories About Falling Out of Love by Four Incredible Authors 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
First love is the greatest thing in the world. Until it ends. When it does, you wonder if you'll ever make it. Or maybe you decide that guys are jerks and you pretend that it doesn't bother you. The truth is that breaking up sucks, especially the first time. No one likes to grow through it, but everyone loves reading about it.

BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO is the perfect short story collection to read about, well, breaking up.

Four short stories, each by an amazing author, tell the stories of Toby, who loses his girlfriend because he won't have sex; of Dee, who realizes that her relationship was nothing but research for a book; of Lisa, who's changed by her boyfriend and then dumped because she was "practice" and not pretty enough; and of Mia, who realizes her girlfriend can't decide whether she's straight or gay and ends up hurting Mia in more ways than one.

I don't read short stories very often, because I always want more -- but I loved each of the stories in this collection. Each story was unique and written in a very different style (one was even written in verse), but they all went great together. If I had to pick my favorite of these stories, it would have to be the story about Mia. I loved reading about the acceptance club at school and Wade was just amazing.

I would definitely recommend getting this book as soon as it comes out. It's awesome.
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