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Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul on Love & Friendship [NOOK Book]

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Friends. You gotta have ’em, but sometimes they drive you crazy. You love ’em, but sometimes they make you mad. They’ll help you through a crisis … unless they are the crisis. So what’s the deal? Friends are more than just the people you hang out with. They make you laugh, they keep your secrets, they offer advice (some good, some bad), they give you a shoulder to cry on. Sometimes they move away, or betray your trust, or flake out, but mostly they are the people who are always there for you. And they ...
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Friends. You gotta have ’em, but sometimes they drive you crazy. You love ’em, but sometimes they make you mad. They’ll help you through a crisis … unless they are the crisis. So what’s the deal? Friends are more than just the people you hang out with. They make you laugh, they keep your secrets, they offer advice (some good, some bad), they give you a shoulder to cry on. Sometimes they move away, or betray your trust, or flake out, but mostly they are the people who are always there for you. And they know you’ll be there when they need you most. Because that’s what it means to be a friend. Sometimes friendship is overwhelming, sometimes it’s confusing, sometimes you feel like you don’t have a friend in the world, buy don’t worry, it’s like that for everyone. That’s what the stories in this book are all about. They’re from real teens, and they’re about the bizarre, difficult, and wonderful things that really happened to them and their friends. Put that together with weird facts, cool graphics, fun advice, and quizzes designed to help you figure what you and your friends are all about, and you’ve got the real deal on friendship.
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Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul fans will find that this new book about love and friendship strengthens the heart and calms the spirit. In more than 80 stories and poems, teens and adults relate their experiences with romantic encounters, the appreciation of friends, and the value of family in a way that will ring true and clear to readers. In chapters like "Falling in Love" and "Breaking Up," the joys and painful lessons of relationships are thoughtfully told in such anecdotal stories as Rebecca Woolf's "The Sound of Silence," in which the author finds the right time for saying "I love you," and reflective poems like Molly Day's "Teenage Love." Other chapters with poignant messages of the heart include "Tough Times," "Family and Love," and "Acts of Kindness." An uplifting collection that will have teens meditating on their relationships and appreciating their friends, this book teaches, above all, that life is full of lessons just waiting to be shared with others. Matt Warner
Publishers Weekly
Building on the success of 1997's Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul and its numerous spin-offs is Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul on Love and Friendship. Although adolescents may not like to eat what's good for them, the booming success of the series' previous books aimed at teens suggests they do like to read what's good for them. In this volume, Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen and Kimberly Kirberger share stories from teenagers about falling in love, breaking up, friendship, family relationships and more. The stirring anecdotes should hit home for many young women and men who are dealing with quandaries such as friends going off to college, falling for someone your best friend has a crush on, and losing a close family member. Canfield, Victor Hansen and Kirberger hope their readers see themselves in many of the stories and that they realize they "are not alone in the trials that come with any friendship or relationship."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781453279304
  • Publisher: Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing
  • Publication date: 9/25/2012
  • Series: Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 300
  • Sales rank: 309,618
  • Age range: 13 - 17 Years
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen are the #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. They are professional speakers who have dedicated their lives to enhancing the personal and professional development of others. Kimberly Kirberger is the coauthor of the bestselling Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul series, Chicken Soup for the College Soul, and Chicken Soup for the Parent’s Soul. In addition, she is the author of the Teen Love series. She is also president of Inspiration And Motivation for Teens, Inc. (I.A.M. for Teens), a nonprofit organization dedicated to supporting and helping teens, and cofounder of the Teen Letter Project, a nonprofit organization developed to handle the overwhelming outpouring from teens in response to the books in the Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul series. 
Jack Canfield is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. He is a professional speaker who has dedicated his life to enhancing the personal and professional development of others.
Mark Victor Hansen is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Chicken Soup for the Soul series. He is a professional speaker who has dedicated his life to enhancing the personal and professional development of others.

Biography

While Jack Canfield himself may not necessarily be a household name, it's very likely that you have heard of his famed Chicken Soup for the Soul series and nearly as likely that you have at least one of them sitting on your very own bookshelf! Having got his start as an inspirational speaker, Canfield's own story is nothing less than inspirational.

Jack Canfield had been traveling around delivering key note speeches and organizing workshops to help audiences build their self-esteem and maximize their potential when he had an in-flight brainstorm that changed his life. While flying home from a gig, Canfield realized that the very same advice he had been delivering during his in-person addresses could potentially form the basis of a book. Canfield used inspirational stories he'd gleaned over the years as the basis of his speeches, and he thought it would be a terrific idea to gather together 101 inspirational stories and anthologize them in a single volume. Upon returning home, Canfield approached friend and author Mark Victor Hansen about his concept. Hansen agreed it was a great idea, and the two men set about finding a publisher. Believe it or not, the mega-selling series was not an easy sell to publishers. "We were rejected by 123 publishers all told," Canfield told Shareguide.com. "The first time we went to New York, we visited with about a dozen publishers in a two day period with our agent, and nobody wanted it. They all said it was a stupid title, that nobody bought collections of short stories, that there was no edge -- no sex, no violence. Why would anyone read it?"

Canfield wisely practiced what he preached -- and persisted. Ultimately, he and Hansen sold the first Chicken Soup for the Soul book to a small press based in Deerfield Beach, Florida, called Health Communications. The rest, as they say, is history. There are currently 80 million copies of the Chicken Soup books in print, with subjects as varied as Chicken Soup For the Horse Lover's Soul and Chicken Soup For the Prisoner's Soul. Canfield and Hansen ranked as the top-selling authors of 1997 and are multiple New York Times bestsellers. Most important of all, the inspirational stories they have gathered in their many volumes have improved the lives of countless readers.

This year, expect to see Canfield's name gracing the covers of such titles as Chicken Soup For the Scrapbooker's Soul, Chicken Soup For the Mother and Son Soul, and Chicken Soup For the African American Woman's Soul. He and Hansen have also launched the all-new "Healthy Living" series and 8 titles in that series have already been released this year. There is also the fascinating You've GOT to Read This Book!, in which Canfield compiles personal accounts by 55 people each discussing a book that has changed his or her life. The most compelling of these may be the story of young entrepreneur Farrah Gray, who read Deepak Chopra's The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success at the age of 11 and made his first million dollars at the age of 14!

With no sign of slowing down, Canfield continues to be an inspiration to millions, who fortunately refused to give up when it seemed as though he would never even get his first book published. "Mark and I are big believers in perseverance," he said. "If you have a vision and a life purpose, and you believe in it, then you do not let external events tell you what is so. You follow your internal guidance and follow your bliss, as Joseph Campbell used to say."

Good To Know

Canfield is the founder of two California based self-esteem programs, "Self-Esteem Seminars" in Santa Barbara and "The Foundation For Self Esteem" in Culver City.

Writing the first Chicken Soup book was a lot more daunting than Canfield expected. After the first three years of research, he and Mark Victor Hansen had only compiled 68 stories -- 33 tales shy of their goal of 101 stories.

Along with co-writing dozens of full-length books, Canfield also publishes a free biweekly newsletter called Success Strategies.

Some fun and fascinating outtakes from our interview with Canfield:

"My inspiration for writing comes from my passion for teaching others how to live more effective lives. I started out as a history teacher in an all-black inner city high school in Chicago, graduated to a teacher trainer, then psychotherapist, then trainer of therapists, then large group transformational trainer and then a writer and keynote speaker. All along the way, my desire was to make a difference, to help people live more fulfilling lives. That is what I still do today. Most people don't know this but I was not a good writer in college. I got a C in composition. Nobody would have ever believed I would grow up to be a bestselling author."

"I play guitar, and I am learning to play the piano. I love movies and some TV shows. My favorites are Six Feet Under, Grey's Anatomy, House and Lost. I love to play Scrabble, poker and backgammon with my in-laws, nieces and nephews. We really get into it. I love to travel. I have been to 25 countries and try to add two or three new ones every year."

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    1. Hometown:
      Santa Barbara, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      August 19, 1944
    2. Place of Birth:
      Fort Worth, Texas
    1. Education:
      B.A. in History, Harvard University, 1966; M.A.T. Program, University of Chicago, 1968; M.Ed., U. of Massachusetts, 1973
    2. Website:

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The Stranger Within

After the verb "to love," "to help" is the most beautiful verb in the world.

Bertha von Suttner

It was one of those sweltering, hot days in the middle of July when all you can do is dream of the cold winter days that you hated only months earlier. One of those sultry days when you either yearn for a swim in a pool or crave a cool drink. In my case, all my friends who had pools I could invite myself into were away on vacation, and the public pools were out of the question unless I could learn to enjoy suffocating myself in chlorine with hundreds of other delirious people. Instead, I decided to go to the neighborhood café where they sold my favorite dessert, frozen yogurt. Since my parents hadn't given me a car for my sixteenth birthday, the only option I had was to walk.

Dragging a friend along, we headed for the ice-cream shop, almost passing out from the burning heat of the angry sun on the way. As we trudged along, my friend continuously grumbled about the heat and why she had so foolishly decided to come with me on this hair-brained quest for frozen yogurt. I just shrugged, perspiration dotting my forehead, mumbling.

"We're almost there. Just think of cool air conditioning and the sweet taste of frozen yogurt on your tongue. It'll be worth the walk," I assured her.

I had to admit to myself that the café was quite a distance from our house. I was beginning to get extremely thirsty, and my head was reeling from the smoggy air.

When we were about a block away from the café, I noticed her for the first time. She was old, somewhere in her mid-seventies I guessed. She had this awful arch in her burly shoulders as if she couldn't hold the heavy weight of her large chest. Her curly hair was frizzy from the heat and dyed a horrible greenish-yellow, which was clashing dreadfully with her neon pink shirt. She was struggling, pushing a squeaking grocery cart full of what appeared to be beauty-salon items.

Besides all her extraordinarily gaudy clothing, her most dominant feature was the deep frown she wore. At first, I thought it was from the harrowing heat, but with each step toward us her scowl increased, creating a more disturbing picture of a very unhappy soul. It seemed as though she hated the very air she breathed, reminding me of the cantankerous lady who used to live on our street, the one my friends and I called The Witch.

I glanced at my friend to see if she had noticed her. I could tell she had, for she was wearing the usual disgusted face she wore when she disliked something and somehow felt superior to it. My friend was the type of person who was very conscious of what others might think of her. She wanted to remain flawless to the world so, when she was presented with someone who was different in any way, she became arrogant and condescending.

As we drew closer to the lady pushing the grocery cart, my friend directed us as far away as she could, until we were nearly walking on the road. I began to observe the many others that were passing by. They, too, were avoiding her at all cost as if she were a leper or a criminal of some kind.

The lady stared blankly ahead, her wobbling knees hitting the sides of the cart. Somehow, I felt ashamed at my reaction, but that didn't stop me from hurrying by. Just as we made it past her, I heard this horrible sound from behind me and quickly turned around to see what it was.

The lady's cart had been knocked over and her soap, perfume and shampoos were scattered across the pavement. Shocked, I looked at the lady's hunched back trembling as she slowly bent with great care to begin collecting her items.

I gulped. Many things were running through my head. I looked at my friend inquiringly. "What should we do?" I asked quietly.

"What should we do? We shouldn't do anything!" my friend said, rolling her eyes heavenward.

"Yeah, I know, but it looks like she needs help," I responded softly as the lady began feebly assembling a couple of perfume bottles into her lap.

"Well, I'm sure she's okay. Someone else will help her. Besides, we didn't knock her cart over . . . ," my friend said with cold logic and then started to walk ahead. I stood there for a minute thinking. Something was tugging at the strings of my heart and, all of a sudden, I felt great compassion for this pitiful lady. At that very moment, I knew what I had to do.

"Are you coming?" my friend called over her shoulder impatiently.

"No, I'm going to help her," I said with determination as I began to head back toward the lady.

"What? Amy . . ." my friend groaned through clenched teeth, giving me that look that said, Don't test me, and don't expect me to follow you.

I didn't pay attention to my friend as I cautiously knelt down beside the lady who was now furiously attempting to set her cart upright once more. I could feel the inquiring, skeptical eyes of the passersby. I knew they were thinking I was crazy for helping her or, worse, that I had clumsily knocked over her cart and therefore was assisting her out of duty.

"Here, let me help you," I said gently, as I began to position the cart upright.

The lady slowly glanced up, her large eyes filled with such fear, sadness and pain that I was frightened by her stare. I gulped and then, hesitantly, began putting the items back into her cart.

"Go away," she grumbled, throwing a tube of cream into her cart. "I don't need your help."

Shocked, I backed away from her seething stare and looked up at my friend who was haughtily standing by, glaring with her arms folded smugly against her chest. I sighed.

"No, I want to help you," I continued, putting three more shampoo bottles into the cart. The lady peered at me as though I was crazy. Maybe I was, but I knew that I was supposed to help her. She didn't stop me this time so I helped her put away the rest of her items. I was stunned by how many people walked by and hopped over certain disarrayed items in their paths, not even offering a sympathetic word or glance. What astounded me even more was when a cute guy whom I had liked for as long as I could remember was one of the uncaring, selfish people who strolled by. I was embarrassed by his reaction when he first saw me in a humiliating situation and then disgusted by his self-centered attitude.

When the last item was put back into the cart, I slowly rose to my feet, flinching as the lady awkwardly stood as well. I supposed she would walk by without looking at me, but then I realized I was guilty of misjudging her character.

I waited as she straightened her bent head, sniffled and slowly peered up at me. Her large dejected eyes were filled with a wonder I couldn't express in words. As an innocent tear dribbled down her ashen cheek, I was sure I could see a hint of a smile.

"Thank you," she whispered in a hushed tone. My throat tightened and tears threatened to fall down my cheeks.

"You're welcome," I murmured, offering a smile.

And you know what? She smiled then and a beautiful peacefulness washed over her once-stern countenance. I grinned widely as she cordially nodded her head and continued down the street, slowly creeping out of my life as quickly as she had appeared. Yet I knew that her smile and gratefulness would always be imprinted upon my life and heart.

When I finally had my frozen yogurt and my friend was still complaining about the embarrassment I had caused her, I felt gratitude well up within me. At that very moment, I didn't care anymore what other people thought. I was going to do the right thing, even if it meant losing or embarrassing my friends. I smiled to myself because even though I had helped that lady in such a small way, she had helped me more by showing me how I could be different in the world and how good that could feel.

Amy Hilborn



One Single Rose

It was Valentine's Day, my freshman year of high school. I was so young, the romantic type, and I longed for a boyfriend or secret admirer. I walked the halls seeing couples holding hands, girls with huge smiles on their faces, and dozens of roses being delivered to "that special someone." All I wanted was a rose. A single rose to brighten up my Valentine's Day. But I was picky. I didn't want the rose from my parents, my sister or even my best friend. I wanted it from a secret admirer.

Valentine's Day at school was over, and I had no rose to hang in my locker like I had hoped. I came home a little sad and hoped next year's Valentine's Day would be better. I sat in my room dreaming about next year's romantic Valentine's Day when the doorbell rang. There at the front door was a deliveryman delivering one single rose to my house. Surely this rose wasn't for me. I didn't have such luck. I closed the front door with a single rose in my hand and gave it to my mother. "Open the card!" she insisted when I told her it must be for her. I unsealed the envelope as my hands were shaking. Why were my hands shaking? I knew it wasn't for me. I slowly lifted the card and read what it said:

To Amanda

From someone who cares

I must have read it twenty times in a matter of seconds, praying my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. But they weren't. The rose was for me. I must have been happy for about five minutes, until I started calling the obvious people and accusing them of sending me a rose and playing a joke on my hopelessly romantic heart. No one knew who sent it to me. My friends, family and relatives were as surprised to hear I got a rose from a secret someone as much as I was. I was on cloud nine for weeks. Every time in high school that I felt down, I would think about my freshman year's Valentine's Day and a smile would appear.

Senior year rolled around and the dreaded February fourteenth was once again upon us. That year I received at least six carnations (a carnation-selling fundraiser was held at school that year), all from my best friends. I walked around with a big smile on my face, holding my flowers. Even though they were just from friends, they made me happy.

The end of the day was drawing to a close, and I had two classes left to show off my flowers. I walked into my French class and noticed one of my closest friends, Kristen, looking upset. I had grown to know my French classmates pretty well, since I had spent three of my high-school years with the same people in one class. We'd turned into a little French family. Well, my friend saw me walk in with my six flowers and lowered her head with tears in her eyes. She hadn't received a single flower. Not even from her best friend.

We talked a few minutes before class, and some very familiar words came out of her mouth. "All I wanted was one single rose." My heart ached as I heard those words. The familiar sense of loneliness I had felt as a freshman, she was feeling now. I wanted to do something. It was too late to purchase carnations, and I couldn't get her anything on a break because school was almost over. Finally, I figured it out. My freshman year. The single rose. That was it; that was what I had to do.

I told my mom about my plan and asked her if we could try to find a rose after our Valentine's dinner out. She remembered having seen a bucket of roses at a local drug store, so we rushed over and purchased the last good-looking rose and a small card. In order to preserve my identity, my mom wrote in the card what I dictated to her:

To Kristen

From someone who cares

We drove to her house trying to be discreet. I ran up to the front door, put the rose in her mailbox, rang the doorbell, ran back to the car and drove away. All the feelings of happiness I had felt my freshman year came flooding back. I just kept thinking that I was going to make someone feel as special as I had three years earlier.

The next day in school, Kristen came up to me and gave me a hug with tears in her eyes. She had realized it was me by the handwriting. I guess my mom and I are more alike than I thought. She cried and said it was the nicest thing anyone had done for her in a while.

I never did figure out who it was who sent me that rose. But I did figure something else out. It didn't matter if it was a guy who secretly loved me who sent me that rose. What mattered was that it was from someone who cared about me and wanted to brighten up my day.

Amanda Bertrand

2000 Amanda Bertrand



The Bigger Man

Although I am the younger brother, I have always felt like my brother's keeper. Even now that Brian is seventeen and I am sixteen, I still watch out for him because, though chronologically I lag behind, my parents have encouraged me to take the nurturing role.

You are probably thinking that my brother is either mentally or physically handicapped-he is neither. I'm not sure if his "nature" was born or created. My mom has treated him like fine china ever since his birth. Maybe it's because there were problems with his delivery. She often recounts how the umbilical cord became wrapped around poor Brian's neck, and how he could have strangled on it had the doctor not rescued him with a Caesarean delivery. Although Brian went full-term, his tiny size reflected his future fragility within the family.

After Brian's birth, my mom grew more religious. She made all sorts of deals with God to watch over her tiny infant in exchange for her spiritual devotion. A year later, I was born. I was the quintessential bouncing baby boy. From the way my mom describes it, I practically walked home from the hospital and was eating solid food by the time I was a month old-probably raw steaks.

My mom saw my larger size and strong constitution as a sign from God that I was to be a kind of guardian angel for my older brother, Brian. It was not at all strange to see me reminding Brian to tie his shoes or asking the waiter for another glass of water for him. No one ever thought our reverse relationship was odd, since by the age of five I was a head taller than him anyway.

I could never leave the house without my mom telling me to drag Brian along. He was smaller and fit in better, size-wise, among my group of friends. But defending and protecting him became tiresome. And then there were those luscious desserts my mom would bring home to fatten up poor little Brian. I would watch him longingly while he delicately sipped at chocolate milkshakes and critically picked at the strawberry cheesecakes I would have gladly scarfed down if given half the chance. And when my hand, through no power of my own, would drift toward a tempting slice, my mom would reprimand me, saying, "That's for Brian; you don't need that."

And so, though I loved my older brother, I began to resent him as well.

One day our school sponsored a pumpkin-carving contest. First prize was one hundred dollars, and I knew just how I would spend it. There was a brand-new Sega game-Dungeons and Dragons-that I was dying to own. Realizing that my birthday and Christmas were nowhere in sight, I decided that the first-place stash definitely had to land in my pocket.

I ran out to the market and picked out the nicest pumpkin I could find. Then I set out to draw on the most gruesome face. In my third-grade mind, I had created a Pumpkin Freddy Krueger of sorts. Now all I had to do was carve the face. That's when it dawned on me: With my big clumsy mitts, I'd surely screw it up. I thought of Brian's smaller delicate hands and knew he was the man for the job.

I pleaded with Brian to carve the pumpkin, but wise fourth-grade businessman that he was, he asked for a cut.

"How does eighty-twenty grab you, Bri?"

"You mean eighty for you and only twenty for me? Forget it. It's either fifty-fifty or nothing."

Quickly doing the math in my head, I figured out that even if I split the first prize fifty-fifty, I'd still have enough cash for the game. I knew this pumpkin had to win the grand prize-it was just so awesome. So I gave in to Brian's demands.

With skillful hands, Brian carved the blood-slashed face, and then we sat back to admire our handiwork. Together, we had created the goriest Halloween pumpkin ever, which I was sure nobody could deny.

Then the unexpected happened: We came in second. Unfortunately, second prize was only fifty dollars, and I needed every penny of that to buy the game. The day of the awards ceremony, the principal handed over the money to me because Brian was home sick with some fragile kid's illness like a cold or something equally pathetic.

God, I thought to myself, if he really wanted to win, he would have been here today. And I need the whole check to pay for the game. I was able to justify stealing the cash from under poor Brian's runny nose. With hardly a thought, I ran over to my friend Glenn's house, and his mom drove us out to the mall to buy the game. I felt no guilt that night as Glenn and I pounded away on our controllers having the time of our lives.

That night when I got home, I found Brian lying on the couch watching TV.

"Did we win?" he asked.

I tried not to flinch as I stared down at his cheesecake-eating, milkshake-sipping face and answered, "No."

I hid the game over at Glenn's and never told anyone in my family about it. I thought it was pretty pathetic anyway that Brian never found out. What a dork.

As Brian got older, he began to loosen up a little and Mom did, too. He actually had a growth spurt, and though I'm still a head taller than him, he's wider from side to side now-guess those milkshakes finally caught up with him.

With Brian's hearty physique and persistent begging, Mom even gave in to allowing him to attend college away from home. I played my usual role in helping him pack, although I had mixed emotions about seeing him go. I'd miss having the geek around.

As I rifled through one of his desk drawers, a photo of our gruesome pumpkin dropped to the floor. We both laughed as we looked at the ridiculous face we'd thought was so frightening. Then Brian said, "And we actually thought that squash was going to make us rich. We didn't even win third prize."

A kind of guilt rose up in my throat, and I felt a confession of sorts was needed.

"Brian, uh . . . hate to admit this, but we kinda did win. In fact, we kinda won second place."

"Huh? Is that so?" he asked, scratching his head. Brian rustled through his desk drawer again and pulled out another photo of our pumpkin with a blue satin second-prize ribbon flanked across its blood-stained face.

"I took this the day after the contest, worm brains. Did you think I didn't know? I was the photographer for the school newsletter, Einstein."

"What? You actually knew and didn't say anything? Why?"

Brian looked down at his half-packed suitcase and then up at me. "Don't you think I knew how Mom always forced you to watch out for me, and don't you think it made me feel really small? I'm supposed to be the bigger brother, numb nuts."

Actually, I'd never thought about how Brian might feel; it just always felt like I was the one being put out. Everyone always seemed to care more about Brian. Everyone needed to protect poor, pathetic Brian-I was just the big, dumb bodyguard for hire.

"I wanted, just once, to do the same for you," Brain said, interrupting my thoughts. "Just once, I wanted to be the bigger man."

"It always looked to me like it would be way better being smaller," I confessed. "I wanted to be the one that everyone wants to take care of."

"You're such a jerk," Brian said, shaking his head. "Do you know how lousy it feels when everyone thinks you're so lame you can't even take care of yourself? It sucks!"

We sat silently on Brian's bed just staring at one another. As dense as we were, something finally sank in. How pathetic. We'd each lived our lives secretly wishing to be the other.

"I'm sorry, Bri," I mumbled.

"For what? About that pumpkin? Forget it."

And then another uncomfortable silence lay upon us. I wanted to tell Brian how much I loved him and how cool I thought he was. But, I felt really dumb saying it out loud. Then Brian kneeled over, scooped up his football and threw it at my head. I lunged for him and pounded him in the gut. This was the way we communicated our understanding.

C. S. Dweck

2002 C.S. Dweck


2002. All rights reserved. Reprinted from Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul on Love & Friendship by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen and Kimberly Kirberger. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. Publisher: Health Communications, Inc., 3201 SW 15th Street, Deerfield Beach, FL 33442.

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments xiii
Introduction xvii
Share with Us xix
1. Falling in Love
The Boy at Band Camp 2
Fugue 6
Just One Look, That's All It Took 11
Friends for Life 15
Impossible Things Can Happen 18
You Are All of This to Me 22
Lucky 24
Two of Me 27
What I Really Learned in World Geography 28
I Finally Did It 32
And There He Was 37
My Secret in Silence 38
Reflections 39
The Sound of Silence 43
In Love 46
2. Breaking Up
Breathing 50
My Best Friend 53
Teenage Love 58
Always 60
Living Without You 63
Late-Night Talk 65
The First 69
One of Those Days 73
Sand Castles 77
When We Risk It All 81
3. Friendship
Tinfoil and a Hair Ribbon 84
Saying Good-Bye 89
I Hope 91
Losing My Best Friend 93
My Friend Andrea 97
My Brilliant Friend 100
I Know Exactly What You Mean 102
Drowning 109
Two Girls and a Friendship 112
For Such a Time as This 117
Sorrows Underneath 119
The Sisters I Never Had 121
Love Letter to the Card Corner 124
Nerds 128
My Friend and I Are Different 132
Unsinkable Friendship 134
Friendship Is Like a Flower 137
Choosing a Broken Heart 139
One Step Behind 142
Forever Beyond a Good-Bye 143
Why They Are Friends 146
4. Tough Times
Through the Eyes of a Teenager 150
Operation Save the World 152
Like a Brother to Me 157
I Will Be Missing You 160
Tag 162
Eternal Light 167
One Final Lesson 171
The Bus Stop 176
5. Family and Love
My Little Brother 180
My Sister, My Enemy, My Friend 183
Always There for Me 186
The Bigger Man 188
A Pyramid 193
Of Fathers and Sons 197
A Confession 201
Journeys with Dad 203
In Mom We Trust 206
My Mother 210
Broken Heart 211
A Simple Gift 215
6. Acts of Kindness
The Stranger Within 218
One Single Rose 223
The Graduation Dance 227
Mary 230
May I Help You? 233
7. Growing Up
The Need for Speed 236
On Shame and Shadowboxing 240
Spare Change 245
The Rumor Was True 249
Stupidity 252
Waves of Good-Bye 255
When It All Changes 260
What's on the Inside 263
And Still I Search ... 266
The Single-for-Life Syndrome 269
Sweet-and-Sour Sixteen 273
First Kiss 277
Changes and the Game "High School" 280
A Toast 283
More Chicken Soup? 285
Supporting Teenagers 286
Who Is Jack Canfield? 287
Who Is Mark Victor Hansen? 288
Who Is Kimberly Kirberger? 289
Contributors 290
Permissions (continued) 297
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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2004

    CHICKEN SOUP FOR LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP IS DA BEST!!!!!

    I LOVE THIS BOOK!! alot it has alot of things dat i could realate 2 espacially about friendships! so wen u dont have anyone 2 depend on u should really take a peek at diz book!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2004

    A book anyone can relate to

    When I began to read this book I really couldn't but it done. I could relate to this book. It was good to know that other people are going throght the same things as me.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 6, 2011

    FALLING STRONG & HARD ?<33

    Although the sample is only 53 pages,(and about 37 of them is just the intro) youll fall strong and hard for it! Iys a beautiful book with amazing stories.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2004

    It's bad and I think it's for girls.

    I don't like the Chicken Soup books. My mom made me read it and unless they make one specifically for and written entirely by boys, I do not recommend this book for guys.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2004

    read this book or any of them they are all awsome books

    i always hated read books i could never stay awake then i read chicken soup for the tenage soul on love and friendship i could never wait till i got home so i could pick up this book and read it i would stay up real late reading i was shoked to here those words come out of my mouth!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2014

    Ha ha no ones written a review since 2012!

    So i think that in terms of content this books really nothin special. Usd to be obsessed with these books but they got to be boring and repetitive and theres really no appeal to reading em anymore.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2012

    Chicken soup fir the soul

    Chicen soup for the soul changed my life in so many ways I read my first one in fifthh grade i loved it i am going to read them through out my life
    Love secrect admire

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2011

    Good Perspective

    This book is a book with stories of people who have been through everything you could have sworn you were alone in! Overall its a very comforting book. It helps readers unite with so many others and i love it!!!:)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 27, 2011

    i love it

    This is an awsome book u sould also tru their book on tough stouph

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  • Posted March 28, 2011

    fantastic and magical

    honestly this book is enchanting with the descriptive love stories that the reader imagines as him/herself. what a book! please do buy! i am just so extatic for the narrator while i read and enjoy this book! i can't put it down at all!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 20, 2007

    Chicken Soup For the Teenage Soul on Love and Friendship

    I read this book over the last weeks, and it has been my inspiration. Not only the quotes mentioned in the book but in my every day life, i have been going through alot of things and this book helped alot. Listening to other people's struggles and reading on how they solved there problems. Gives you strength and hope to keep moving forward. Because with every bad situation comes a good one. My favorite chapter in the book would have to be on Family and Love because you don't always realize how important someting is until it is gone. Family, one of the most important... things nomraly are the ones who understand you the best, feel your pain, and give you courage to keep going in life. I know if my parents weren't so encouraging and supporting half the activities i do now i wouldn't be doing. As my mother says always strive for your best, and never hold anything back. Well when i read this book i really felt as if thouhg, i did. :'

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2007

    very help full book

    this book helped me on love and friendship.i recommend this book for:falling in love,breaking up,friendship,tough times,family and love,acts of kindness,and growing up...it is a great book and it has helped me with all of this and can help you to..so if i were you and i needed some tips then i would pick this book up today

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2006

    the best book on the market

    this book is awesome!!!!! u can learn about lots of teenage stories that touch your heart and let u sit there crying. This heart felt book can be for any age. I reccomend it to 10 and up though.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 22, 2005

    ~amazing book~

    I loved these books, life at my house was not perfect...so i would always shut myself up in the room, lock the door, and read these books from finish to end. they are amazing and i will always enjoy reading them even when i am older. thank you chicken soup for the teenage soul

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 16, 2004

    OUTSTANDING!!!!!!!!!!

    I Love ALL of the Chicken Soup Books! I have them all..I was always a kid who hated to read but when my Mom bought the Chicken Soup Book for me way back when my Grandmother died they helped me through alot of pain. Just to be able to know that someone else out there had the same situations! I HIGHLY recommend them to everyone of all ages!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2004

    Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul on Love and Friendship is a have to read book.

    Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul Health Communications Jack Canfield 2002,284pages Mark Victor Hansen $12.95, 0-7573-0022-7 Kimberly Kirberger One of the books that have taught me something about life and friendships is Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul on Love and Friendship. It's one of my favorite books, it tells you about other kids problems, and how they got threw them. It's easy to relate to them, because you might be going threw the same situation. It helps you realize what's really important in life. The story I can relate to the most is Losing My Best Friend. It's about a girl having to move to Texas away from her best friend who lives in Tennessee. Their friendship ends up changing, since they don't see each other on a daily basis anymore. I can relate to this story, my best friend Sarah moved to a different school in 6th grade, and now we rarely talk. I would recommend this book to any teenager, interested in reading about what other kids their age are going threw. I would rate this book a 10, it holds your attention well.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2003

    Chicken Soup on Love and Friendship IS the BEST!!

    Chicken Soup on Love and Friendship is the greatest. Because I can relate to the stories because it has happened to me or some one I know. I LOVE CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE TEENAGE SOUL ON LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 16, 2003

    Chicken Soup Books Rule!!

    These books are the greatest!! They talk about love and truth and I enjoy reading them. My boyfriend and I love to read them, we always like to talk about the book afterwards. Then we talk about how our future could be if we did things that we wanted to do!!! I just hope that we never separate in our entire life. If I were to publish a book it would definitly be the Chicken Soup books!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2003

    GREAT BOOK!

    I got this book and read it in like a day!! It was great. I was actually goin through a tough time and it really really helped! I absoulty LOVED it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2003

    From a Teens Point of View

    This book showed me that there are a lot of other teens out there that have the same problems I do. I was going through a tough time when I bought and read the book and it made me feel so much better. Also, it showed me that not everyone, like myself has a whole lot of luck with boys. ;)

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