Sixteen-year-old Addison Blakely has tireless played the role of PK—preacher’s kid—her entire life. But after Wes Keegan revs his motorcycle into town and into her heart, Addison begins to wonder how much of her faith is her own and how much has been handed to her. She isn’t so sure she wants to be the good girl anymore. Join Addison Blakely as she attempts to separate love from lust, facts from faith, and keep her head above water in her murky, fishbowl existence.
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|Age Range:||15 - 18 Years|
About the Author
Betsy St. Amant lives in Louisiana—no, there are no gators in her backyard, but she does love gumbo!—and is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers. Her sixth romance novel for Love Inspired releases Spring 2012, and she has also been published in the Christian Communicator magazine and Praise Reports: Inspiring Real Life Stories of How God Answers Prayer. She has a B.A. in Christian Communications and regularly freelances for her local newspaper. Betsy is the wife of a fireman, the mother of the world’s cutest toddler, an avid consumer of both white chocolate mochas and novels, and an everyday girl who loves sharing the wonders of God’s extraordinary grace through her stories.
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Addison Blakely: Confessions of a PK
By Betsy St. Amant
Barbour Publishing, Inc.Copyright © 2012 Betsy St. Amant
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He looked good in those jeans, and he knew it.
There was no other explanation for the way Wes stood on the sidewalk across the street, one arm braced against the light post, his back to me as he chatted up a curly haired blond in a midriff-baring top. I'd always hated those shirts. It's like, are you that proud of your belly button? Really?
I still think he only pretended to care about the poodle-ish waif who lived a few streets over. In fact, I was as sure of that as I was sure his favorite song was "Free Bird" and his favorite color was green—well, okay, I assumed that because he wears it the most often, and it does ridiculous things for his eyes. I'd almost told him before, but every time I got that close I froze and could only stare at his crooked grin that had a tendency to melt my legs like a 3 Musketeers bar in the sun. So, to avoid the risk of babbling incoherently and dishonoring my 4.0 reputation, I'd mumble some excuse to head home before I leaped into his arms like the dozens of ska—sorry, there's no other word for it—skanks that willingly did just that. I definitely wasn't the only one who found Wes charming.
But I was the only one who didn't have a clue why.
He turned and caught me watching, and I quickly looked down at my book bag, wishing I hadn't stopped to rearrange the contents before heading home from school. If I'd kept going, then I wouldn't have seen Wes and Poodle Girl making out in front of my house, and I could have naively slipped inside the front door like any other weekday. But my English book had been digging its hard corner into my ribs for the last block, and enough was enough. I grimaced as I tugged the straps of my tote around my shoulder.
I had teased Wes once that his black leather jacket was cliché, and he replied that he needed it for his motorcycle. I didn't even go there. Besides, if leather made him stereotypical, then what did that make me, a bookworm carrying a book bag? Whatever. I loved my books—fiction more than textbooks, of course, though I was never without a variety of both—and they needed a bag, so what was the harm? At least there wasn't an actual picture of a worm on the front. My tote was solid beige, a blank canvas.
Sort of like my love life.
My traitorous gaze darted back to Wes. He winked before redirecting his attention to the blond. Did she notice that he'd noticed me? Did she care? My grip tightened around the strap, and I breathed a loud sigh through my nose, fighting the violent green monster that always threatened to lop off Wes's head.
Though, really, it was my fault she was there with him and I was here, on the outside looking into the mystery of Wes Keegan. It wasn't like Wes hadn't shown interest when he first moved to my hometown of Crooked Hollow, Kansas, four months ago—and how well I remembered that day. I'd been walking home from the library on a breezy Saturday afternoon when a motorcycle blazed down the street beside me. I'd looked up long enough to catch dark eyes with equally dark lashes staring at me from beneath a helmet, and suddenly it was as if my entire world ceased to exist. Yeah, I know—that's corny—but seriously, even the wind stopped whistling through the trees, and the birds hesitated midchorus like in a Disney movie. Then with a grin, he roared away, and I didn't hear about him again until the following week, when the entire town buzzed with rumors of "the new guy." At first, word was he rode a motorcycle and had a few tattoos—then, according to the good ol' gossip mill's churning power, he shoved old ladies into traffic, frightened children with his knife collection, and stole food from the homeless. The rumors got more ridiculous from there—we don't even have homeless people in our tiny town—until I finally stopped listening.
But somehow, I couldn't stop caring.
I'm a sucker for an underdog, and while everything about Wes—the bike, the jacket, the tattoos—screamed power and danger, I saw something else. Something that lingered in his dark eyes, something that made me think the outer layer was just that—a facade. A thin, superficial surface.
Anyone with a tattoo of a bird on his forearm couldn't be that bad, huh?
Wes's eyes cut over to me again, and I realized how long I'd been staring. Great. That wasn't obvious. I headed toward my front-porch steps, cheeks flushed, but not fast enough to avoid seeing Poodle Girl take Wes's face in her hands and initiate Kissing Session Round Two. Or was it three? I'd seen them out there several times in the last week, and the fact that the light post they preferred to stand under is stationed directly across from my house didn't go unnoticed. Again, he did it on purpose—same with the jeans.
I just wish I could figure out why. Apparently Poodle Girl was a willing enough cohort—what could he want with me? Was one woman not enough?
Not that it mattered. With a few quick steps, I turned the knob of the renovated, two- story farmhouse I'd shared with Dad all of my sixteen years, slightly out of breath, and blamed the four powdered doughnuts I'd had for breakfast that morning. I'd made Dad wheat toast again, and I pulled the doughnuts out (he'd probably eat half the package), so the pastries were stashed incognito between two slices of bread as I'd hurried out the door for school. I'd then spent the entire first period wondering how Wes's lips tasted and annoyed at my active imagination.
PKs aren't supposed to think about such things. Yeah, did I mention I'm a pastor's kid? Sounds like it should be a confession. Hello, my name is Addison Blakely, and I'm a PK. Just like my native status of Crooked Hollow, Kansas—some things are unfortunately predetermined. (Trust me, unless you have a passion for cornfields, there's not much to living in a small town in the heart of the Midwest.)
Maybe unfortunate isn't the right word. It's not like I have a problem with God or anything. He's been there through a lot—like the death of my mother when I was five. It's just that lately my prayers don't seem to be getting farther than my bedroom ceiling.
And I can't help but wonder what living outside of the fishbowl labeled "PK" would look like.
I let myself inside, grateful Dad was still at the church on this September Wednesday afternoon and wouldn't be home until dinner. Maybe somehow I could avoid the inevitable litany of how's-the-second-week-of-school-going type of questions I didn't want to answer, and truly, Dad didn't want to hear. What was I supposed to say? Going great, Dad. Had to borrow a tampon from a stranger in history class, then I not only dropped my books in the hallway but kicked them when I tried to pick them up, and yes, that happened right in front of a group of cheerleaders who were already whispering about my book bag, and oh yeah, I was offered a hit of marijuana—all before lunch. No thanks. Dad wasn't ready for that level of honesty. Sometimes I think in his mind my classmates and I wore ankle-length uniforms and played Maypole during recess.
I dropped my bag on the table and snagged a Coke from the fridge. Despite his own love for sugar, Dad used to allow me only one pop a day, and to him, that rule hasn't changed even though I had my sixteenth birthday almost nine months ago. I usually saved my pop for dinner, but this tiny piece of rebellion was all I allowed myself.
A girl's gotta have something.
Fighting the urge to look out the window to see if Wes was still outside, I turned my back to the living room and instead flipped through the cherry-print recipe box on the counter. Wednesday was my night to make dinner (along with Monday and Friday), and I knew Dad would expect something hot and covered in gravy after a long day at work before rushing back to the church for the evening prayer service. At least my attendance wasn't required on Wednesday nights during the school year. It gave me a few hours of peace and quiet at home by myself, not to mention the rare right to the remote control.
People seem to think pastors have it easy. That they go to the office, play a few games of solitaire, field a few phone calls, work on their sermon, and head out early to catch a round of golf. Not my dad. He's invested in his congregation—to a fault. And trust me, that list of faults is long. Half of those people don't deserve an ounce of the patience and attention Dad devotes to them. They form committees and complain about the worship music or protest his assigned parking space in the lot that's been in effect for twenty years. After all the hours my father puts into that church, is it really that big a deal for theparishioners to walk an extra ten feet to the front door? But no one asks my opinion.
And trust me, I have a lot of them.
Most people would be stunned to know I have the thoughts I do. That sometimes I question God. I question myself. That I long to do one wild, reckless, daring move just for the shock factor of it all. I know my mom didn't mean to die and that my father didn't mean to turn overprotective and old-fashioned in her absence. It was how he survived, so I played along. I'd already lost my mom.... I couldn't lose my father, too.
Even if it does seem like actually pleasing him is a bar set higher than the one at the summer Olympics.
I plucked a card from the box and slapped it on the counter. Hamburger steaks and gravy. That would make him happy for tonight, if nothing else. I finished the rest of my pop and carefully buried the can in the wastebasket, under yesterday's discarded mail. I turned toward the fridge then hesitated, my fingers locked around the handle as I stared through the window. Wes was still outside, leaning against the light post, but Poodle Girl was nowhere to be seen. My stomach morphed into a butterfly farm.
He was waiting for me.
I closed my eyes, imagining the different scenarios—what would happen if I went outside. What would happen if I didn't. A shiver raced up my spine, and my eyes opened. I couldn't. I wouldn't.
The front door slammed. Dad was home early.
And once again, the biggest decisions in my life were made for me.CHAPTER 2
He's so into you, Addison." Claire Pierson swabbed a french fry through a puddle of ketchup and gestured over my shoulder. "Everyone knows it."
"And I don't care." I sipped from a Coke, taking way too much joy in the fact that I planned on having three that day. The cafeteria food at Crooked Hollow High was too hard to stomach without carbonated assistance.
Can you tell I've become a master at justification?
Claire wouldn't give up. "Austin is hot. A senior. Captain of the varsity football team. Muscles from here to there. What else could you want?"
Hmm, let's see. Brains. A sense of humor. General human decency. I shrugged. "He's not my type." Besides, who wanted to date someone who bragged about sleeping with the majority of the cheerleading squad last year? I could just see Austin checking names off a list he kept under his pillow. No thanks. Besides, I was still a little queasy at having just assisted in dissecting a frog. Attending biology before lunch should be illegal, especially when it involved animal intestines. My food rolled in my stomach. I still couldn't believe Mr. Black had made us dive into dissection in the second week of school.
"Well, Austin sure could be my type." Claire leaned back in her chair, tucking her blond hair behind one ear, eyes narrowing on her prey some fifteen yards ahead. She said this like she'd just decided, but something in her gaze made me think he'd been in her sights for much longer.
"Then go for it." I stabbed my fork into my pile of cold macaroni noodles and grimaced as it stuck fast. I dropped my fork on my tray. Forget it. I couldn't do it, not when the froggy memories lingered.
"I would, but he doesn't seem interested yet." Claire chewed on her lower lip, oblivious to my upset stomach. "I need to get his attention. Hey, we could double-date then switch at the end of the night." She smirked. "You know I wouldn't need long to convince him."
"Did you really just suggest that?" I arched one eyebrow, a favorite trick I saved for special occasions. If you do it just right, and in the perfect moment, you can actually quiet a room.
"You're right." Claire rolled her eyes. "You, Ms. Prude, date? What was I thinking?" She shoved her tray away from her, her glossy pink fingernails catching the fluorescent lights in the cafeteria. Sometimes I think blood red would be a better color for her.
I counted to five before I answered—rarely do I get to ten with Claire anymore. "I'm not a prude; I'm just not easy. There's a difference." I bit my tongue before something sarcastic could follow that statement about her own current sense of morals. "Besides, you know my dad. He gets full approval of dates, and well—two sentences into a conversation with Austin would nix that one." That is assuming Austin had two full sentences in his vocabulary. I watched as a fellow football player tossed a fry into Austin's mouth from across the table and cheered as if they'd just won the state championship.
Man, I couldn't wait for college.
"Better you than me. Seriously, Addison, I don't see how you put up with all those rules." Claire stood and shouldered her purse. "I'm going in." She flounced over to the jocks' table, where Austin held court with his french-fry jesters, leaving me to once again ponder why I considered Claire my best—and most days, only—friend. People might not be able to help their natural good looks or spoiled backgrounds, but they were still responsible for their attitude—and lately Claire's seemed to be getting more and more negative. But we'd made it through grade school together, so it seemed a waste to part ways now. At least I could count on Claire to always share exactly what she was thinking.
Even if I'd rather not hear it.
I played with the tab on my pop can. So what if Claire thought my dad was strict? Okay, so I thought that, too. But he did it out of love—and probably from sheer naivete of how to raise a teenager alone. That wasn't his fault any more than it was mine. Thankfully none of the guys around town had caught my eye anyway, so it wasn't like we fought about it.
At this point, I just hoped Dad would be so grateful of all the headaches I spared him over the years that when I finally found the right guy, he'd like him as much as I did.
A fleeting image of Wes filled my mind, and I rolled in my bottom lip.
And then again, maybe not.
* * *
My usual desk in my honors English class was taken. That irked me. This was only the second week of school, but hey, a routine is easily created in two weeks. I thrived on my habits. But I kept my mouth shut and took a seat near the back—directly in front of Austin. I cursed my misfortune and pretended to ignore him. I'd heard rumors he'd gotten into the enriched class because the general was full and his uncle, Coach Thompson, pulled some strings. It sure wasn't because of his academic aspirations.
I set my bag under my desk and retrieved my English book and spiral notebook.
"In honor of Shakespeare Week, we'll be picking up Romeo and Juliet at act four, scene one. There's no better way to start a school year, in my opinion." Ms. Hawthorne, a pretty, middle-aged woman with a penchant for leather boots, stood at the podium near her desk. She was new to Crooked Hollow this year, but I could already tell she wasn't going to be a typical teacher. How could she be when I coveted her footwear?
She smiled. "Who wants to read first?"
I sort of did, but wasn't about to volunteer two days in a row. The redheaded girl beside me slipped her hand in the air, and I breathed a sigh of relief as she began to read.
I followed along, mouthing the words with Juliet, when Austin kicked the back of my chair. I paused, hoping it was a spasm. He kicked again, and my fingers tightened around my pen in disgust. Why didn't he just pull my hair while he was at it? I ignored him. What exactly did Claire see in this loser? He kicked a third time.
I spun around, my jeans sliding on the desk chair and providing extra momentum. "What?" I tried not to let how proud I was of my hiss show on my face. Even Claire would have approved of that one. She's always harping on me to be more aggressive.
He leaned in with a loud whisper. "What page are we on?"
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Addison Blakely’s life is about to unravel. The new boy, Wes Keegan, is continually standing outside her window with ‘Poodle Girl.’ Austin is hot after her, constantly kicking her chair in class. Luke stands up for her when Austin keeps acting like a jerk. Addison’s best friend, Claire Pierson, starts to change for reasons unknown, and suddenly becomes Addison’s enemy. Marta, a German exchange student, steps in and becomes a close friend to her. In fact, because of Marta, she’s now in charge of the talent show. Addison’s dad talks only mundane things with her, i.e., cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, how’s school, etc. Nothing deep or personal. However, he has strict rules she must adhere to, though he’s not mean-spirited about it. Up until then, Addison never gave him any problems. Something else changes when her dad meets an old high-school flame. Betsy St. Amant, in Addison Blakely: Confessions of a PK, takes you inside the mind and heart of Addison, the PK. She interweaves the wild thoughts and sneaky behaviors of Addison’s worldly ideas when she has three boys vying for her attention, while at the same time keeping cool with her dad. She normally is a not-going-to-date girl. Her foot-in-mouth disease is hilarious. Addison’s love affair with her chocolate mocha lattes with whipped cream and sprinkles at Got Beans also becomes her secret rendezvous place with Wes. The romantic tension with Wes is palpable. Is he really who he puts himself out to be? What’s behind his bad boy persona? Is he good for her? I love Addison, but I also love the character of Marta. Being from Germany, she openly talks about sex and abortion, as well as the selfishness of American students. She asks in-your-face questions of Addison as only a close friend would dare. She challenges Addison’s way of thinking and brings out a side of her that one wouldn’t know was there. With each rendezvous with Wes, he challenges Addison’s faith and current role as a PK, whether she wants to continue abide by the rules. While at the same time Addison is questioning her commitment to the Lord. Betsy did a wonderful job with the internal tension and pressure continually swirling within Addison’s mind. This book brought back so many memories of high school and truly captures the distraught feelings of a teenager finding her way through high school as a PK. It’s an intimate read that pulls you into the emotions of Wes, Marta, and Addison, as well as the interactions and gossip that travel around, particularly with the other girls who are jealous. The personal decisions were sensitive and difficult, yet appropriate for the situations. This was one of the best, perky, snappy YA read I’ve read in a very long time. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Betsy knows her way around the minds of young girls! It was real, painful, entertaining, and very informative of the issues girls go through in today’s world. You’ll fall in love with the characters, as they are so real. For a great read, pick up Betsy’s book! It’s an eye-opener and it’s entertaining. This book was provided by the author in exchange for my honest review. No monetary compensation was exchanged.
Addison Blakely was somehow born into the role of sainthood. It's expected of a pastor's kid. She's always done what she's told, but now she's beginning to question those rules. When motorcycle riding, tattoo-laden Wes Keagen moves into her town, she can't help but feel her heart pounding against her chest when she looks at him. He's everything she should stay away from . . .and her father would never approve. Throw into the mix an angst best-friend, ugly high-school rumors, and some shocking news from her dad, and this sixteen-year-old feels like her life is spiraling out of control. Can Addison sort through the heart-racing emotions that grip her closer to the forbidden Wes or will he be her undoing? Addison Blakely: Confessions of a PK is an incredible novel, packed with drama, humor, romance, and spiritual depth. Betsy St. Amant creates a real, living, breathing character. If I had read this novel at my local Starbucks, I feel somewhat certain that Addison Blakely would have jumped out of the book and started chatting with me right there in the coffee shop. Addison is a relate-able character that teenagers and young adults can both identify with. She wrestles with faith-based issues that impact the center of her entire life. Don't expect this novel to be a light-hearted read though. Betsy St. Amant deals openly and blatantly with issues teenagers face. She doesn't gloss over them--nor should she. Teenagers are receiving the same messages in secular novels. Betsy St. Amant takes her novel a step further, though, and provides open and blatant spiritual answers to the same issues she brings up, directing her readers to God's thoughts on those issues. I highly recommend Addison Blakely: Confessions of a PK. Fans of Melody Carlson's Diary of a Teenage Girl series (especially Catlin O'Conor), will love this novel and devour it. I think children of missionaries and pastors will also enjoy this novel, probably even throw out a few "amens" as they read it. I received a complimentary copy of this book from Barbour publishing via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Addison Blakely is a preacher's kid. Her whole life and beliefs are predetermined & all eyes are on her, and she needs to set the good example in her community. Problem is, Addison is confused. She doesn't know what to believe in, if everything is only black or white, and what are the intentions of the hot new 'bad boy' in town, Wes Keegan.A big portion of the book is spent with Addison's infatuation and also resistance towards Wes, her internal struggle when it comes to being a preacher's kid, and living with this label. She also didn't throw herself at Wes, and actually thought about the consequences of her actions. Marking her as a very endearing protagonist in my books!I also loved her new friend, Marta, the foreign exchange student. She was a great friend to Addison and showed Addison that being a PK doesn't have to empower your life, and that you decide who you want to be in the end. The story was great! there were some cute moments with Wes, even swoon worthy! so even with all Addison's drama, I am happy to say she wasn't the whiny, 'why me?!' kind of girl. I would recommend this book to contemporary lovers who want a breezy book to read!4/5 stars
Addison Blakely is about a 16 year old girl who around her small town is known as the PK (Preacher's Kid) I instantly thought of Ariel from Footloose but Addison is the likeable "nice, obey my father's rules" kinda girl.She meets a boy named Wes the "mysterious brooding tattooed motorcycle driving -I don't want a relationship" type of guy. I thought Addison was a great character who has a little bit of sass and humor. This was a very cute, clean, and fluffy read! The book does have some christian themes to it but its not pushy or annoying. I am not a christian and it didnt bother me whatsoever. I rate this 3 out of 5 stars, I did enjoy the book, it had great characters, however towards the end I started to loose interest, so I flipped to the last chapter to end it. Overall, I do recommend this to the younger high school readers or anyone wanting something that is light and contemporary! I received a galley via NetGalley, in exchange for a honest review.
A great Christian read for teens. The voice of this author was to die for. I found myself laughing, crying, and fuming with our strong heroin at more often than not. This is a must read and definitley one of my favorites!
The whole Addison's story, and every character involved, makes of this book something fresh, easy to read , really really funny, and the great is that you can identify with any character and any situation, and it makes you reflect about some topics in the book. I'm not a teenage but i really enjoyed, I've alredy read it twice and couldn't help laughing and falling for the bad guy!
You willl not regret reading this book! It contained everything any teenage girl would want in a book. Confessions of a PK was engaging, funny, romantic and at times handling serious issues teens face everyday. You time and money will not be wasted on this amazing read. : )
This story made time travel possible. It transported me back to the years of high school. I lived again - in a thankfully shorter version - the overwhelming angst and temptation of that time. Addison's struggles are very true to life. And she is a delight to read. She’s good, but not a goody-two-shoes. She has her little rebellions, but she doesn’t fit the image of PKs gone wild that is often stereotyped. She manages take the high road mostly, but not always the first time. She is sixteen, after all. The story, at its bottom line, is about Addison’s struggle to answer - for herself - the question, “Why Jesus?” She learns that answering that question is the key to answering all the others. I received my complementary copy from the publisher, but was not compensated in any way. All opinions are my own.
A riveting book for teens, March 3, 2012 I'm not a teen but I've written a teen novel. This is a great book for girls. I liked Addison Blakely from the beginning. I rarely read books if I don't like the lead character's actions and qualities. Since her mother is dead, the teenager cooks and tries to take care her preacher father, watching his diet, etc. She's a good student and eagerly takes on being chairman of a talent show where the proceeds will go to a literacy charity. Yet she is a confused young girl and the two guys in her life only complicate things. The one is a great student with all the qualities she admires, and the other is a dropout who is drop-dead handsome, tantalizes her with attention, and plays the piano. Addison' has a disagreement with her best friend, anorexic and a shopping addict, and then a young gal, a foreign exchange student enters school. A teacher becomes a possible step-mother adding to Addison's confusion. Addison struggles between her faith, what others expect of a PK, and doing what it seems everyone else is doing and the way they live. The day comes when she must choose. I was surprised this grandmother barely could put the book down. Note: The publisher provided a review copy of this book.
Betsy St. Amant has written a realistic but fun story of a teenage girl who resents the pressure to be a "good girl" but isn't quite sure she wants the alternative. Nearly every teenage girl is attracted to a "bad boy" at some point or other. For Addison, it means she must decide who she is and who she wants to be. And that decision involves some hard choices that may well result in losing what she most desires. I'm certain teens will identify with Addison's struggles. I'm way past my teen years but I enjoyed reading this well-written and engaging book.
To say this is my favorite book I've ever read is saying a lot since I devour books. Being a seventeen-year-old PK myself, I felt like the author was writing about my life. But, this book is not only for preacher's kids. Any girl can relate to the character of Addison Blakely. I can't wait for the next book to come out! Shelly
Review by Jill Williamson Addison Blakely has always done everything to please her overprotective dad—who’s also a pastor. The thing is, she has a crush on a bad boy. And the more her dad ignores her, the more she wants to chase after something she wants. But what if it’s the wrong choice? Two thumbs up! I adored this book so much that I ignored my entire household one Saturday morning because I couldn’t put it down! This is a great story about first love/lust/attraction and how Addison deals with it all. I loved her character, and I was completely sucked in to her world. This story reminded me of Nicolas Sparks’ A Walk to Remember in how the bad boy and the good girl like each other. This was a very sweet story. I highly recommend it to readers 14 and up. *I received this book free for review. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.
Betsy St. Amant hits a home run with Addison Blakely: Confessions of a PK, the grippingly honest story of sixteen-year-old Addison who’s lived her entire life in the fish bowl world of being the preacher’s daughter. It’s been just her and Dad since Mom died leaving behind an only child to muddle through growing up with the unenviable title of P.K. About the time Addison’s best friend demands she fall for the hot jock, Austin, who always gets the girl, the Harley-riding, leather-jacket clad Wes captures Addison’s attention and her heart. Of course, let’s not forget Luke, the sweet, good-for-her, would-do-anything-for-her guy with his Addison-labeled heart strapped to his sleeve. Toss in getting volunteered to head up the annual talent show turned fundraiser, and growing pains in a forever friendship. Addison’s world spins in a whirlwind of choices and decisions—about her faith, guys, her life, friends, and the ever important question “what’s life really all about.” You’ll love Addison’s refreshing honesty in this amazing YA novel.
Addison Blakely: Confessions of a PK by Betsy St. Amant Addison is almost seventeen. She lives with her father, who is a pastor, her mother died when she was five. Oh and her father is quite a bit on the overprotective side! For the past four months Addison has been trying to ignore her feelings for the new guy in town, Wes Keegan. He was a leather jacket, motorcycle riding, bad boy. At school she had to fend off Austin. One of the school jocks who wanted to add her to his list of conquests, the more she ignored him...the bigger challenge she became. Her friend Claire would have loved Austin's attention. Then Luke came along like a white knight to rescue her time and time again but she could only think of the black knight, Wes. And there are even more things happening to Addison, such as who her dad starts dating. Marta is an exchange student from Germany and they become friends. Marta quietly tries to show Addison what is missing in her life. Addison has to see why she believes what she does. Why she chooses to keep her virtue. She has to separate her ideas of who she is as a PK and someone who is in the pattern of going to church to who she truly is in Christ. A really good book and thought provoking as well. Sometimes when we are brought up in church and for some us, Christian schools, you assume that is what makes you a Christian instead of stepping out and making the choice to follow Christ. **Book received through NetGalley for review.
This is a great novel. As a PK myself Addison deals with the same issues that I have dealt with. I found myself wanting to know all about Addison and wondering what she was going to do next. I would definitely love to see a sequel to this book so we can see what happens with her and Wes. Great book for high school aged girls for sure.
I picked up this book because my mom ordered it for me. I wasn't sure what I'd think, but was willing to give it a chance. I'm so glad I did. It was AMAZING! Addison Blakely is a very interesting character because she's a PK (preacher's kid) and that makes her special and unique from most characters in the books I read. I'm not a PK and after reading her story I'm glad! There's so much going on in her life. Dating Wes, the pretty much town thug. Surviving high school. Meeting her dad's expectation. And preparing herself for a marriage between her English teacher and dad. She finally realizes that being a Christian is more than sitting at church because she has to. She felt the burden of all eyes at all times because she carried her dad's reputation and the church's. In the end she finds the freedom of real faith. I highly recommend to junior high and high school girls who want a great story.
I requested and received this book from NetGalley for a review, and I'm absolutely happy that I requested this book. Addison Blakely was a very relatable character, especially since I'm the daughter of a PK; that's right, my mother's father is a Preacher, so I understood many of Addison's struggles. Despite Addison being 16, she is definitely mature for her age, and she handled obstacles that were thrown her way very well. I loved her friendship with Marta, and I definitely loved Wes' character; he was a huge mystery to me. Addison reminded me a lot of myself; and her developing friendship with Wes really hit home for me, because I have a semi-Wes in my life too, not too much of the bad boy, but certainly the mystery. My most favorite parts of the book was the talent show and the ending. I absolutely loved the events leading up to the talent show and the talent show itself. Although I absolutely loved this book, I was kind of hoping for an Epilogue at the end to kind of touch on a few things that weren't mentioned in the book. Overall, I loved this book; I've never really read a book about Christianity, but this book wasn't just about Christianity; it was about a teenager, going through daily struggles, trying to figure out how to handle those struggles, who happens to find herself along the way, with the help of her best friend. I could understand how Addison got lost along the way, because I mean, who doesn't; you just have to be willing an open to finding your way back. Not only would I recommend this book to a friend, but I'd definitely read this book again; especially if I'd happen to lose myself along the way.
Addison Blakely is a preacher's kid. Her whole life and beliefs are predetermined & all eyes are on her, and she needs to set the good example in her community. Problem is, Addison is confused. She doesn't know what to believe in, if everything is only black or white, and what are the intentions of the hot new 'bad boy' in town, Wes Keegan. A big portion of the book is spent with Addison's infatuation and also resistance towards Wes, her internal struggle when it comes to being a preacher's kid, and living with this label. She also didn't throw herself at Wes, and actually thought about the consequences of her actions. Marking her as a very endearing protagonist in my books! I also loved her new friend, Marta, the foreign exchange student. She was a great friend to Addison and showed Addison that being a PK doesn't have to empower your life, and that you decide who you want to be in the end. The story was great! there were some cute moments with Wes, even swoon worthy! so even with all Addison's drama, I am happy to say she wasn't the whiny, 'why me?!' kind of girl. I would recommend this book to contemporary lovers who want a breezy book to read!
Book Review of Addison Blakely: Confessions of a PK What it's about: Addison Blakely has never had much trouble pleasing her widowed, overprotective father. After all, he's a pastor, and she knows her reputation is closely linked to his. But when the bad boy next door, the cute but arrogant quarterback, and a charming new guy all vie for Addison's attention, she begins to doubt her resolve. To make matters worse, Addison's best friend suddenly seems to hate her, a talent show has the entire school at odds, and an exotic exchange student from Germany is shaking everyone up. Addison attempts to separate love from lust, faith from facts, and keep her head above water in her murky, fishbowl existence. What I thought: As a minister's wife and self-professed "good girl" I have to say I was very curious--and a bit apprehensive--about a book with "Confessions of a PK" as part of the title. I didn't know if the author was herself a former "PK" (preacher's kid), or how she would handle depiction of life in a minister's home. (My apprehension is founded on a few Christian fiction books I've read in recent years that provided less than stellar views inside the parsonage.) I'm happy to report that my apprehension was unfounded. Betsy St. Amant has created a good, likeable character in Addison Blakely. She is a delightful character, full of spunk and honesty. I can identify with some of her struggles, for I went through many of the same sorts of mental and spiritual struggles about God and Jesus and boys and school when I was seventeen. I thought the spiritual content was handled quite well. Again, my own experiences might color my views here. Addison lives in a great small town unlike some I've lived in--due to the suburban-style coffee shop. Since I've lived in Midwestern small towns ranging from 95 to 1900 and none of those had a coffee shop outside the gas station, I can only assume that Crooked Hollow is on the larger side of small. I loved the coffee shop scenes, though--and the shop itself reminds me of my favorite in Warrensburg (population over 19,000). The small-town church that Addison's dad pastors is spot on. The ending was left wide open for a sequel, and I believe I read somewhere on the author's blog that she has a contract for a series. I hope so! If you liked Robin Jones Gunn's young adult books, or Lisa Samson's "Hollywood Nobody" series, you will enjoy this novel. It's also similar in tone to Erynn Mangum's "Match" series, but for the high school instead of post-college set. I'm definitely going to pass this book along to my teen. Thanks to Net Galley and Barbour Publishing for a Kindle galley in exchange for an honest review. The opinions expressed here are my own.