Fake Me a Match (Mix Series)

Fake Me a Match (Mix Series)

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by Lauren Barnholdt
     
 

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It’s matchmaking mayhem when a school project goes awry in this “entertaining and enjoyable read” (School Library Journal) from the author of Four Truths and a Lie.

Avery LaDuke is bummed when her (former) BFF, Sophie Burns, dumps her for the popular crowd. But now that her mom is getting remarried, Avery’s…  See more details below

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It’s matchmaking mayhem when a school project goes awry in this “entertaining and enjoyable read” (School Library Journal) from the author of Four Truths and a Lie.

Avery LaDuke is bummed when her (former) BFF, Sophie Burns, dumps her for the popular crowd. But now that her mom is getting remarried, Avery’s hoping her new stepsister, Blake, will fill the role of best pal. So imagine her shock when Blake befriends Sophie instead! At least Avery can focus on leading the eighth-grade charity project—which turns out to involve an online matchmaking service. She’s skeptical about online love, but Avery sees an opportunity to get Blake back on her side: She’ll tamper with the program and have Blake matched with Sam, the most popular boy in school!
     Except something goes seriously wrong, and it’s Avery who ends up being matched with Sam. Not only is the class adviser suspicious, but Avery discovers that she kinda sorta likes Sam…and he likes her back. Torn between her crush and her new stepsister/best friend, Avery is left wondering: Is there any possible way she can keep them both?

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Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal
Gr 5–8—Avery is so excited about getting a cool new stepsister that she throws caution to the wind and skews the results of the eighth-grade charity online matchmaking fundraiser in order to fix up her new sis, Blake, with popular classmate Sam. Avery isn't counting on several obstacles that threaten the success of the project, including a really major one: she and Sam are becoming increasingly attracted to each other. This entertaining but predictable romance by the author of The Secret Identity of Devon Delany (S & S, 2007) and several titles for older teens will be a quick, enjoyable read for tween girls.—Susan Riley, Mount Kisco Public Library, NY
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"Avery’s spunky tenacity and upbeat attitude in the face of her many challenges will charm readers."
Kirkus Reviews, September 2011
Children's Literature - Beverly Melasi
Thirteen-year-old Avery is looking for a new best friend. Her former best friend, Sophie, dumped her for some new, more popular girls as soon as they hit seventh grade. Her mom is getting remarried to a man who has a daughter Avery's age, so she is excited because her new stepsister, Blake, can be her best friend. What a surprise when on her first day in her new school, Blake befriends Sophie instead! Avery wants to win her back, but how? Avery is on the student council and in charge of the eighth-grade charity project where they will raise money by hosting an online matchmaking service. She sees it as the perfect opportunity to get Blake back, so she tampers with the program to have Blake matched up with Sam, the most popular boy in school, and the boy Blake likes. But something goes wrong, and Avery ends up being paired up with Sam. And worse, she realizes that she likes Sam, and he likes her too! Now Avery is torn between wanting to win her new stepsister over and wanting to be with Sam. This book is an easy read and quite funny. The author captured the essence of young teenage girls very nicely. Reviewer: Beverly Melasi
Kirkus Reviews

Thirteen-year-old Avery discovers having a new stepsister the same age can complicate life.

Reeling from being dumped by her BFF at the outset of seventh grade, Avery is ready to welcome Blake into the about-to-be-blended family. In an effort to befriend Blake, Avery finds herself behaving in ways completely opposite what's typical for her.Avery's hasty decision to rig her school's match-making project so that Blake can be with Sam, the boy she likes,jeopardizes Avery's position on student council as well as her fragile, developing relationship with Sam. Barnholdt deftly conveys Avery's fluctuating emotions and turmoil as she endeavors to define her relationships. While Avery seems comfortable with her mother's remarriage, her vulnerability is evident in her overeager approach to Blake. However, Blake's persona is rather flat, and the girls' evolving relationship comes across as one-sided—readers may question why Avery is so determined to risk her credibility at school for someone who makes little effort in return.

Ultimately Avery's spunky tenacity and upbeat attitude in the face of her many challenges will charm readers. (Fiction. 10-14)

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781442422605
Publisher:
Aladdin
Publication date:
10/04/2011
Series:
Mix Series
Sold by:
SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
288
Sales rank:
241,277
File size:
3 MB
Age Range:
9 - 13 Years

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SO I’M KIND OF IN THE MARKET FOR A new best friend. Reasons:

  1. My old best friend, Sophie Burns, has apparently decided that we are not friends anymore. I’m still not clear on the exact reasons for this, but from what I can tell, it has something to do with us starting seventh grade. At the beginning of the year she found some new, more popular friends (Kaci Mitchell and K.J. Reynolds), who love to do nothing except talk about boys, boys, boys. And when they’re not talking about boys, they’re texting them, following them, or getting their hair highlighted in order to be noticed by them. Don’t get me wrong, I like boys as much as the next person. (Especially Kevin Hudson, who, as far as I’m concerned, is the cutest boy at Heights Middle School, so totally cuter than Sam Humphrey, who everyone thinks is the cutest boy, but who definitely isn’t due to his arrogant personality.) I just don’t think they should be talked about and obsessed over all the time.

  2. Everyone needs a best friend. Under normal circumstances, getting a best friend this late in the game would be almost impossible. I mean, everyone at my school either already has a best friend from elementary school, or they’ve already found their new middle-school best friend and ditched their old best friend for no reason (read: Sophie Burns).

Which is why it’s totally lucky that I’m getting a new sister. And not a baby sister either. (Which would actually be a disaster, since who wants a baby crying and screaming and making messes all over the house?) No, I’m getting a real, honest-to-goodness thirteen-year-old stepsister. Her name is Blake (I know! How cool is that name for a girl?), and she’s coming to live with us. Like, today.

“Do you think she likes green?” I ask my mom as I brush some green paint onto the wall of my room. Well, our room. Me and Blake are sharing until my mom can get all her fitness equipment cleaned out of our third bedroom. (Not like she minds. I mean, she used her treadmill maybe once, and her elliptical, like, twice. So really they’re just these big dust magnets that are taking up space.)

Anyway, I decided to paint before Blake got here, and I picked this super-pretty sea-foam green that makes the whole room open up and look bright and airy. (I heard that on a home-improvement show. I know it’s weird that I watch home-improvement shows. But really, they’re pretty interesting. Like, did you know you can paint your refrigerator? Seriously, how cool is that? I tried to get my mom to let us paint ours red, but she was totally not having it.)

“I’m not sure,” my mom says, all distracted. She’s over in the corner, sitting at my desk and looking at menus for her wedding. It’s in three weeks. And she just got engaged to Blake’s dad, Will, like, two months ago. It’s been totally crazy, especially for my mom, who likes to have everything done five million years ahead of time.

“What do you mean you’re not sure?” I say now. I take a step back and look at the wall. “Don’t you think this color is gorgeous? It’s called Sea-Foam Shell. How can that not be gorgeous?” A drip of paint slides down the wall, and I reach over and try to blot it up with the little foam brush they gave me at Home Depot. But I guess the paint must be super fast-drying or something, because it kind of just, uh, glops onto the brush. Hmmm. Well, whatever. I’m sure some touch-ups are to be expected. Even the pros can’t just get it all smooth and perfect on the first try.

“No, it is gorgeous,” my mom says. “Sorry, honey, I’m just distracted.” She holds up two menus. “Do you think Italian food would be okay for a wedding? This place has an opening, but I’m not sure if Italian food is a good choice.”

“I love Italian,” I say. “That sounds delish.” I dip my brush into the paint and start putting another coat onto the wall. This color is definitely a little darker than I thought it was going to be. But you can never really tell from a paint tag what the color is actually going to look like on the walls. Which is why you should always buy one of those little test cans. But really, who has time for one of those? I mean, Blake is going to be here TONIGHT. And I still have to make up our beds with the matching green and purple bedspreads I bought.

Ding-dong. The doorbell rings, and I scream and drop the roller I’m holding onto the floor. Sea-Foam Shell goes dribbling all over. Yikes. Good thing my mom made me put a plastic sheet down. I don’t think paint comes out of carpet too well.

“Is that them?” I ask, panicked. “The room isn’t even done yet. How can they be here already?”

“I don’t know,” my mom says. She’s still looking through her glasses and down at the menus that are laid out on my desk.

“I’m a mess,” I say. I look at myself in the mirror. I haven’t showered yet, since I figured I’d do it after I got all messy painting. My cutoff jean shorts are splattered with bits of Sea-Foam Shell, my blond hair is a complete and total mess, and the old Villanova T-shirt of my mom’s that I’m wearing has a big rip in the bottom. And I’m not sure it was there before I started painting.

“Avery,” my mom says, “Will and Blake are our family now. You’re going to have to get used to not freaking out whenever they show up. They’re going to be living here. You don’t have to get all dressed up every time they’re around.”

Good point. Still. Blake is from New York. As in New York City. I’ve only met her a few times, and every time she was wearing some super-fabulous outfit and doing something totally sophisticated, like ordering a cheese plate for an appetizer or something.

Oh, well. I’ll just have to win her over with my personality. I rush by my mom and down the stairs, then fling open the front door.

“Hello!” I say.

“Hi,” Blake says. Her long blond hair is in two French braids down the back of her head. Hmm. Maybe I should put mine like that! Then not only would we be sisters, we’d be twin sisters. Fab! Of course, we don’t really look alike, but we could be fraternal.

“You guys are early,” I say.

“Sorry,” Will says. “We thought there would be more traffic, but the highways were totally clear.”

“Good thing we brought some of our stuff,” Blake says, “since the moving van won’t be here until later.”

Um, some of her stuff? I look doubtfully at the huge pile of things that are sitting on the porch behind her. And when I say pile, I literally mean pile. Clothes in big clear trash bags, a bunch of shoes that are tumbling out of a blue duffel bag, a big carton of books, a huge Ziploc bag holding a big ball of what looks like tangled-up jewelry, and a mini pink flat-screen TV with stickers stuck all over it.

“You have more stuff?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says. “A lot more.”

“Great!” I say brightly, even though inside I’ve started to freak out slightly. One, because I’m kind of a neat freak, and it doesn’t seem like her stuff is, ah, very organized, and two, because our room is kind of small. But whatever. Having a sister is worth a little clutter, so yay, yay, yay! “Well, I guess we should get started bringing this stuff upstairs.” I step out onto the porch and pick up a few of Blake’s garbage bags. Blake picks up the smallest bag out there, the bag of shoes, and then follows me up the stairs.

Once we’re in my room, she drops the bag she’s holding and looks around. “You’re painting,” she says.

“Yeah,” I tell her. “Green. I hope that’s okay. It’s my favorite color, and I figured it would match with whatever you have. This shade of green kind of goes with everything.” Which isn’t exactly true. It doesn’t really go with her pink TV. Hmm. I wonder if you can paint TVs, too.

“It’s fine,” Blake says. She shrugs her shoulders. “Can I help?”

“Totally!” I say, thrilled. First day here and we’re already bonding!

She picks up one of the brushes and slaps it against the wall. Green paint goes splattering into a sunburst pattern. Yikes.

“Um, don’t you want to change first?” I ask her. “We have tons of old T-shirts. My mom’s really into running, so every time she does a 5K or something she gets a shirt.” I cross the room to my dresser and open my T-shirt drawer. “You could wear this one.” I hold up a yellow shirt that we got from my school’s “Run for Reading” 5K last summer.

“That’s okay,” she says. “I’ll be careful.”

Then she plops another brushful of paint right onto the wall. A blob of it goes running down and pools onto the plastic sheet that’s covering the carpet. Blake doesn’t seem to notice.

Hmmm. I wonder if it would be rude to go over there and tell her to be more careful. Probably. Besides, it wasn’t like everything was going so perfectly before she got here. I had some blobs and runs myself. They probably make some kind of paint touch-up kit or something that we can pick up at the hardware store later. Not that I wanted to spend the morning at the hardware store, but—

“This is boring,” Blake declares. She drops the paintbrush into the paint tray, and more paint splatters up and onto the wall. “Let’s go see if my dad will drive us to the mall.”

“Ummm …” I look around at my half-painted room, and her bags that are just sitting there. “Maybe we should try to unpack a little bit first?” I’m glad she wants to hang out and everything, but how can she think of going to the mall at a time like this? We’d have to come home to a disgusting mess, which is so not the environment you want to bring new purchases into.

“Okay,” Blake says, sighing like unpacking is a big imposition. She picks up one of her garbage bags and rips it down the middle. Which is kind of wasteful, when you think about it. I mean, it’s a perfectly good garbage bag. She definitely could have used it again. I pick one up and open it very carefully, hoping she might learn from my example.

“Where should I put my clothes?” Blake asks.

“Oh, I cleaned out half my closet, and we brought up that dresser for you from the basement.” I point to the corner where my mom put the dresser she used to use in our spare room, like, years ago.

Blake crosses the room and starts shoving her clothes into the drawers. “Done!” she declares, then slams the dresser drawer shut. Some jeans hang out over the side. “Now I just have to hang up my posters.” She digs around the bottom of the ripped bag and pulls out some crumpled-up posters (all of bands I’ve never heard of, but that seem very indie and hip, like the kind of bands you’d know about if you lived in NYC), which she tacks up on the wall behind her bed. I want to tell her that, um, I’m going to be painting that wall at some point and so she’ll just have to take them back down, but something tells me that’s not the best idea.

“So you like dogs, huh?” I say, as she tacks up the last poster, the only one that’s not of a band. It’s of a dog, sitting in a field full of daisies and looking very cute.

“Yeah,” she says. “I want to be a veterinarian when I grow up. But I’m not allowed to have one since my dad doesn’t think I’m ready for the responsibility.”

“Well, that’s ridiculous,” I say. “I’m sure you’re very responsible.” I try not to think about those jeans that are peeking out from the dresser and the paint splotches on the floor. She has to be responsible. I mean, she lived in New York City. She was allowed to ride the subway. By herself!

“I am,” she says. “And I have a dog at my mom’s house.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I really miss him.”

Uh-oh. I know it’s ridiculous, but I have this fear that Blake and I will become best friends and everything will be going perfectly, and then out of nowhere she’ll somehow decide that she wants to go and live with her mom in Virginia. I know, it’s crazy, right? But when you’ve already had one best friend ditch you out of nowhere, a person can start to get a little paranoid.

“You know,” I say, suddenly getting a brilliant idea, “I bet my mom would be able to convince your dad to let us have a dog.”

“You think?” Blake tilts her head and bites her lip, and I move over and sit down next to her on her bed.

“Yeah,” I say. “My mom’s actually pretty laid-back when it comes to things like that.” I’ve always been a good kid, which means that when I want something, my mom usually trusts me to know that I can handle it. Which is really good when it comes to certain things, like this. Although … I’m not sure I really want a dog. I mean, I like animals and everything, but dogs shed, and they make messes, and they need to be walked, like, all the time. Maybe we could get a small dog, though. I’ve heard those are easier to exercise.

“I want a huge dog,” Blake says. Okay, then. “A black one.”

“Um … well, it will probably depend on—”

“So should we go ask her?”

“Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Um …” I think about it. I mean, there’s no real reason not to, right? No time like the present and all that. “Sure.”

We head downstairs to where my mom and Will are making lunch in the kitchen. Blake’s shoe must have gotten a tiny little bit of wet paint on it, because as she walks, little bits of gummy paint get deposited onto the carpet. I really hope I have a chance to get to the hardware store.

© 2011 Lauren Barnholdt

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Meet the Author

Lauren Barnholdt is the author of the teen novels The Thing About the Truth, Sometimes It Happens, One Night That Changes Everything, Two-way Street, Right of Way, and Watch Me. She is also the author of the middle grade novels The Secret Identity of Devon Delaney, Devon Delaney Should Totally Know Better, Four Truths and a Lie, Rules for Secret-Keeping, Fake Me a Match, and the Girl Meets Ghost series. She lives in Waltham, Massachusetts. Visit her at LaurenBarnholdt.com.

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