Love & Lies: Marisol's Story

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Marisol Guzman from Hard Love is older and wiser. She has graduated from high school and deferred Stanford for a year so she can pursue her newest dream, writing a novel. She has taken an apartment in Somerville with her best friend Birdie, a waitressing job at the legendary Mug in Cambridge, and signed up for "How To Write Your First Novel" at the adult learning annex.

But on the first day, she isn't sure what is a bigger suprise, that Gio is in her class or that it is being ...

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Overview

Marisol Guzman from Hard Love is older and wiser. She has graduated from high school and deferred Stanford for a year so she can pursue her newest dream, writing a novel. She has taken an apartment in Somerville with her best friend Birdie, a waitressing job at the legendary Mug in Cambridge, and signed up for "How To Write Your First Novel" at the adult learning annex.

But on the first day, she isn't sure what is a bigger suprise, that Gio is in her class or that it is being taught by Olivia Frost, the most beautiful, intelligent woman she has ever laid eyes on. Between that; Birdie bringing home his new boyfriend (who is equally afraid of Marisol and the cat) to live with them; and Lee, a high school senior who has fallen head over heels for Marisol, she can hardly keep things straight. Especially once she herself falls into her first real relationship with the twenty-eight year old Olivia.

As Marisol becomes more and more involved with Olivia, she begins to wonder if she is too blinded by love to see the truth.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"A rich and solid representation of a girl on the cusp of maturity."—Kirkus Reviews

"This engrossing novel is beautifully structured, with just the right balance of relationships, plot, and settting. The characters are realistic and sympathetic...aspiring writers will lap it up. REcommend this book to them and to readers who like bittersweet romances with an edge."—VOYA

"This solid entry into the small but growing canon of GLBTQ fiction for teens will engage readers."—Booklist

"Characters are well-drawn and believable, and the interpersonal relationships realistic."—School Library Journal

"The emotional morass of Marisol's life...is complex and realistic; it will draw in both fans of the earlier novel...and realistic-fiction readers seeking a love story with depth."—The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

VOYA - Rebecca C. Moore
Eighteen-year-old Marisol, an out-and-proud lesbian, is taking a year off before college to write a novel. Living in Cambridge, Massachusetts, she makes ends meet by working at a local diner, where she meets sweet and shy Lee. Although Lee forms a crush on her, Marisol falls hard and fast for the elegant, enigmatic Olivia, who teaches Marisol's writing course. To Marisol's astonishment, Olivia returns her interest, and Marisol is soon swept up in a volatile affair beyond her ability to comprehend or control. In trying both to placate Olivia's jealousy and restrain (unsucessfully) her own attraction to Lee, Marisol's best intentions catch her in a web of lies. When those lies unravel, she discovers that some poor choices cannot be unmade. This engrossing novel is beautifully structured, with just the right balance of relationships, plot, and setting. The characters are realistic and sympathetic, although adults may be more sympathetic than teens to the hapless Marisol. Readers will understand Olivia's manipulative and deceitful nature, but teens with Marisol's lack of life experience might not so easily understand or forgive Marisol's confusion or her callous treatment of Lee. One thing they will understand, however, is her love of writing. Wittlinger, in reporting Marisol's assignments and using her responses as samples, offers the reader a veritable mini-course in writing. Although it can feel somewhat didactic, aspiring writers will lap it up. Recommend this book to them and to readers who like bittersweet romances with an edge. Reviewer: Rebecca C. Moore
VOYA - Natalie Solski
A story of love and growth, this novel will connect with anyone who has ever sought a meaningful relationship. Although readers sharing the protagonist's romantic preferences may empathize more with the characters, straight readers will nevertheless come to feel for them and be treated to a new perspective on gay relationships. The plot is sweet yet realistic; however, some may find it too slow for their tastes or find the semi-teen language bothersome. Reviewer: Natalie Solski, Teen Reviewer
School Library Journal

Gr 9 Up

Marisol Guzman, 18, puts off enrolling at Stamford for a year so she can write a novel. She gets a job at a local coffee shop and signs up for a writing course through the Cambridge Center for Adult Education. Olivia, the instructor, is strikingly beautiful, a number of years older, and appears to have the knowledge and skills to teach the class. Looks can be deceiving, however, and Marisol learns this truth the hard way when she becomes involved in her first real sexual relationship. Her former buddy, Gio, whose romantic feelings for Marisol were thwarted because she is a lesbian, coincidentally registers for the same class and their friendship is restored. Marisol's friend and apartment mate, Birdie; his new love, Damon; and Gio realize early on that Olivia is pushy, inconsiderate, and manipulative, but Marisol doesn't listen. Wittlinger's companion to Hard Love (S & S, 1999) effectively continues the story from Marisol's point of view. Characters are well drawn and believable, and the interpersonal relationships realistic. Along with her friends, readers can see early on that Marisol's relationship with "the teacher" is courting disaster. Witnessing Olivia's jealousy and mistreatment and wishing Marisol would finally open her eyes creates effective page-turning tension. Although everything falls apart and it is too late to fix things, there is a note of hope at the end that cries out for yet another installment of this compelling story.-Diane P. Tuccillo, Fort Collins Regional Library District, CO

Kirkus Reviews
It's been nine years since the publication of Hard Love (1999), but only four months have passed for Marisol, who's deferred her matriculation at Stanford to write a novel. She enrolls in adult-ed classes in writing and moves in with her best friend. It's a fairy-tale life for this urbane lesbian, which only improves when Marisol meets her teacher: gorgeous, charismatic Olivia, who seems drawn to Marisol. As Marisol's relationship with Olivia intensifies, her friends worry that something's not right. Marisol's love of home shines through in the lovingly detailed descriptions of her neighborhood, the novel's prose mirroring Marisol's classroom assignment to describe a sense of place: "[Shake] up the familiar scene," Olivia says, plagiarizing Anais Nin. Despite Marisol's talents, however, she never makes the leap from privileged self-assurance into awareness of the larger world. It's only in the novel's final pages that Marisol confronts the price of her close-mindedness. Even then, she doesn't understand her mistakes, learning only that she doesn't always win. A rich and solid representation of a girl on the cusp of maturity. (Fiction. YA)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781416979142
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers
  • Publication date: 12/29/2009
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 245
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • Lexile: NC770L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Ellen Wittlinger is the critically acclaimed author of the teen novels Love & Lies: Marisol's Story, Parrotfish, Blind Faith, Sandpiper, Heart on My Sleeve, Zigzag, and Hard Love (an American Library Association Michael L. Printz Honor Book and a Lambda Literary Award winner), and the middle-grade novel Gracie's Girl. She has a bachelor's degree from Millikin University in Decatur, Illinois, and an M.F.A. from the University of Iowa. A former children's librarian, she lives with her husband in Haydenville, Massachusetts.

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Chapter One

I would never have agreed to room with Birdie for the year if I'd known he intended to pick up every stray that wandered across his path. The cat (which had shown up on the fire escape) had already shredded my favorite sweater, the puppy (from a box at the farmers' market) was a crotch sniffer, and I had put my foot down at the first glimpse of that smelly ferret crossing the threshold. But I was too dumbfounded to come up with an appropriate response when he showed up with a lost human being.

I'd taken Noodles, the pug-poodle mutt, out to pee, so I was already late for my shift at the Mug when Birdie appeared in the doorway with a gorilla looming over his shoulder.

"Oh, great, you're still here!" Birdie said. "I wanted you to meet my new friend, Damon. Damon, Marisol." He flipped his hand between us. "Damon is in the theater department at Emerson too!" Birdie exclaimed, as if it were miraculous that he'd met someone from his own program. "Don't let Marisol fool you," he continued. "She's small, but she bites."

Damon smiled nervously and extended a large paw in my direction, but when I clasped it, there didn't seem to be much life in it.

"Damon is brilliant," Birdie continued. "Oh my God, every word out of his mouth!"

There didn't seem to be all that many words in his mouth, but he was cute in a blushing, bearish sort of way, so I assumed "is brilliant" was Birdie's euphemism for "turns me on." Whatever.

"Listen, I'm late," I said. "I already peed the dog, but both animals need to be fed. I should be back around nine tonight."

"Okay," Birdie said. "We'll be here!"

We? I gave him a questioning look; he knew what I meant.

"You know, Marisol, living in a dorm is so hideous. We are really lucky we found this apartment in Somerville."

"Your mother found the apartment," I reminded him.

"You just don't know!" he continued. "I mean, you could get anybody for a roommate — it could be an absolute abomination."

I waited impatiently.

"Poor Damon here lost the lottery. I mean lost it. He has been put into a room with a creature from the hellmouth; I am not kidding. You can smell him before you open the door."

Damon nodded, then actually spoke. "He's a pig. He threw up in my shoes last night."

"That's too bad, Damon," I said. "I guess you'll have to put your shoes in the closet from now on."

"Well, the thing is," Birdie said, smiling at his new buddy, "I thought Damon could just move in here. And be my roommate!"

"I'm your roommate," I reminded him.

"There's plenty of room for three of us. Damon has a futon, and you're out half the time at your job anyway, and we'll be in classes..."

I glanced at Damon, whose eyes now seemed slightly watery. Birdie sure could pick 'em.

"Damon, why don't you go make yourself some tea?" I suggested. "The kitchen is right through there, and the kettle is on the stove."

He nodded and left the room, hunching his shoulders just a little to fit through the kitchen doorway.

"I can tell you didn't meet this one at the gym," I whispered.

"Abs are not the only thing I look for in a man," he said, running a hand fondly over his own clothed six-pack.

"No? Pecs too? Biceps?"

"Marisol — "

"Birdie, if I wanted a bunch of roommates, I'd be in a dorm. Do you remember why I deferred college?"

"I know, you want to write, but — "

"I want to write in this apartment. Which is nice and quiet because there are only two of us in it. Which means, if you're not talking to me, nobody is."

He shook his head vigorously. "Damon is very quiet."

"How do you know? You just met him!"

"He hardly even speaks! Besides, he'll be in my room, not yours."

"Birdie, I can just barely stand having you and your two neurotic pets as roommates. Now you want to bring in some weird guy you hardly know?"

"He's not weird; he's just shy."

I peeked into the kitchen at Damon. He was backed up against the refrigerator, staring in terror at Peaches, the pussycat, who was sniffing his flip-flops and fat toes.

"Who ever heard of a shy actor?" I said.

"He's not an actor. He's a director."

"I suppose he's gay and you like him?"

He tipped his head so his blond forelock fell into his eyes, and he grinned. "I'm not sure yet — of either thing. But I find him intriguing, don't you?"

"No, Birdie, I find him large and odd. And I don't want another roommate! This is a very small apartment. You should have asked me before you offered him sanctuary!"

Birdie wrinkled up his face in that stupid pout that has worked on his mother for the past eighteen years. But I am not his mother.

"I'll be back at nine o'clock. He better be gone," I said.

There were times I wasn't sure I'd made the right decision: taking this year off before going to college, moving in with Birdie, trying to write a novel between my tours of duty at the Mug and at my parents' house, reassuring them that deferring college for a year was not the first step toward receiving my bag lady certification. My high school friends had left for carefully chosen schools all across the country, but I felt like I needed this year off. Stanford University would still be there next year.

I'd gotten the idea when I went down to New York City after graduation to stay with June and her friends for a week. I'd met them in the spring at a zine convention in Provincetown on Cape Cod, that I'd gone to with my friend Gio. I liked June and Sarah and B. J., so when they invited me to go back to New York with them, I didn't hesitate. I was also trying to prove a point to Gio, which must have been successful, because I hadn't seen or heard from him in the four months since. I stayed in New York for a week and then went back for another week later in the summer. But it was a little problematic, because I knew June had a crush on me, and I didn't feel that way about her. By the end of the second week I figured I should just leave for good.

In the meantime, though, I'd met some of their New York friends, one of whom was Katherine, an editor for a large publishing house. June had showed her copies of my zines, and she seemed to actually like them. She gave me her card and said, "If you ever write a novel, send it to me."

A novel? Just like that the idea lodged in my brain and wouldn't go away. Suddenly the idea of starting college and taking Freshman Composition, Literature in Translation, and Existential Philosophy seemed like the most stultifying way I could imagine to spend the next year. It's not as if Katherine had made me any promises or anything. I wasn't doing it because I thought I'd get published. It just became the thing I most wanted to do. Just to be able to say, "I'm writing a novel." I'm writing a novel! Oh, my God. I wanted to be able to say that! I wanted to do it!

So I deferred my entrance to Stanford and moved from my parents' house into an apartment with Birdie. My father said that if I wanted to stand on my own two feet, I should see what that really meant, so I got a job pouring coffee and hustling cheeseburgers at the Mug in Harvard Square. As it turned out, waitressing at the Mug only allowed me to stand on one of my two feet, since rents in the whole Boston-Cambridge metropolitan area are higher than the Hubble Telescope. My mother, always a pushover, helped me to remain upright by stealthily contributing an extra couple hundred bucks a month to my survival fund.

And then it was September, and all the schools and colleges started up again. The Square was full of students buying books and meeting new friends. Actually, the whole city was full of students buying books and meeting new friends. Even Birdie wasn't immune to the excitement of it. I, however, was living with my best friend since sixth grade, twenty minutes away from the home I grew up in; I wasn't feeling the thrill.

Not that I didn't want to meet new people. In fact what I wanted more than anything — though I wouldn't have admitted it to anybody — was to meet a woman I could fall in love with. I'd been out and proud for almost two years, and the only love interest I'd had (if you don't count Gio, and I don't) was a girl who kissed me for a couple of weeks and then took off with the first guy who gave her a second look. That did a job on me — I got scared about trusting people, letting anybody know I liked them.

But I knew I had to get over that if I was ever going to have a girlfriend. My mother had this line about how "you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince." Or princess, in my case. I was eighteen years old, for God's sake. I had to put myself out there and start kissing frogs unless I wanted to be alone for the rest of my life.

So, I had two goals for the year: fall in love and write a novel. How hard could that be? Copyright © 2008 by Ellen Wittlinger

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