2018 International Book Awards Winner in Fiction: General
2017 IAN Book of the Year Award for Outstanding Women’s Fiction
2017 Readers’ Favorite Gold Medal for New Adult Fiction
2017 NYC Big Book Awards Winner for Women’s Fiction
2017 National Indie Excellence Book Awards Winner: Contemporary Fiction
2017 National Indie Excellence Book Awards Finalist: Women's Fiction
2017 Independent Press Awards Distinguished Favorites: New Fiction
2017 Best Book Awards Finalist: Best New Fiction
For readers who love Adriana Trigiani, Jennifer Weiner and Liane Moriarty, Forks, Knives, and Spoons is a light-hearted, thought-provoking coming of age story that takes readers on a nostalgic journey back to the 1980s and 1990s. Romantic, witty and warm.
There are three kinds of guys: forks, knives, and spoons. That is the final lesson that Amy York’s father sends her off to college with, never suspecting just how far his daughter will take it. Clinging to the Utensil Classification System as her guide, Amy tries to convince her skeptical roommate, Veronica Warren, of its usefulness as they navigate the heartbreaks and soul mates of college and beyond.
Beginning in 1988, their freshman year at Syracuse University, Amy and Veronica meet an assortment of guys—from slotted spoons and shrimp forks to butter knives and sporks—all while trying to learn if the UCS holds true. On the quest to find their perfect steak knives, they learn to believe in themselves—and not to settle in love or life.
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Forks, Knives and Spoons
By Leah DeCesare
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THERE ARE THREE TYPES of GUYS: forks, knives, and spoons. Amy unpacked her dad's words along with her yellow Sony Walkman, turquoise Benetton sweater, and peach comforter set. His lesson was tucked carefully in her memory, the details recorded in her reporter's notebook, available for labeling the college guys she was about to meet. She would adhere to her father's advice — she always did — though she wasn't about to let any guy distract her from her dream of being a journalist, not even a perfect steak knife.
Thomas York had been animated in his utensil descriptions, and Amy sensed an aging single father's wishes for his daughter lingering behind his words. His enthusiasm that night at Bella's restaurant swept over her in a feeling of homesickness before she had even left. Now, Amy pushed down a nervous longing for home. She plugged in her new Brother word processor (her father had splurged for the large-screen version with fifteen lines visible at once) and worried about him alone in their house. The two were knotted together with trust, love, and household chores, and while he encouraged her writing, she always heard his old-fashioned hope for her to find a husband wiggle into his advice. As the machine powered on, she mulled the idea of a feature story on men as they fit into the Utensil Classification System. Her undeniable romanticism mingled with her journalistic inclinations, and she envisioned her byline: Amy M. York.
Car horns and hollers splatted against the glass. Amy startled and, with a yank, slid open the window overlooking the vast patio sprawled between two dorm towers. Puddles of freshmen in stiff new Syracuse T-shirts turned together like flocks of birds facing the wind. As the honks of the cars slowed, shouts from the courtyard circulated. Amy scanned the scene. To the edge of her sight line, she saw a flutter of guys encircling a blond pouf. As they shifted and helped, it was clear the girl had fallen, purple suitcases splayed around her, and Amy noticed a bright purple skateboard, wheels up, just beyond. The story is in the details, she thought, turning away from the fading commotion outside and refocusing on her new home.
She kicked her Tretorns under the desk and walked around the wall that divided the room, which had shelves and a long counter built into each side. From the doorway, Amy examined her roommate's half with a journalist's eye. All she had was a hint from the assignment letter: Veronica Warren, Newport, Rhode Island. Veronica's side of the room was tasteful and meticulously neat. Practical and serious, her bed had only one deep-blue pillow that matched her Laura Ashley floral bedding. Amy glanced at the heap of pastel-toned throws on her own peachy, pinky, paisley comforter, knowing this might be the only time her bed would be made. A small lamp with an inky shade was beside Veronica's bed, spotlighting a framed photo of a bulky guy with a round, boyish face.
Without stepping fully onto Veronica's side, Amy hungrily sought for clues of the person she would be sharing this small space with for more than nine months. In another picture she saw the same puerile face pressed against a fair-skinned girl with a starburst of red hair and a thin nose that came to a pretty, slightly turned-up point at the end. Red curls spilled around her face and around half of his, too. The photo gallery displayed scenes of the couple in aligned rows of dark cherry frames. Curls flung about her on a sailboat, cascaded at a prom, escaped from a woolen hat on a snowy peak, and were the only thing out of place on her entire side of their dorm room.
A crescendo of noise in the hallway was punctuated by slamming doors. A cheer of "Woo-hoo! Class of '92 rocks!" drew Amy from her room. Coming toward her was a girl with blond bangs curled under onto her forehead; the hair just behind was curled up and teased into a feathered dome. She wore white shorts, frayed at the edges, and a boyfriend-sized football jersey. One knee was raw with scrapes. Heads bobbed out of doorways to see what they were missing.
The girl glided down the gray carpet that barely softened the concrete floor beneath it and shouted, "Go Brewster Floor Eight!" She streaked toward Amy on a skateboard, tugging two purple suitcases behind her.
"What's your name? Where are you from? I'm from California. It's going to be such an awesome year! Go class of '92! Don't you think it'll be awesome? I'm so psyched! I'm Jenny. Jenny Callista," she said as if she loved saying her own name.
Amy tried to slip in an answer, not sure Jenny was still interested. "Hi, I'm Amy York."
Jenny leaned past Amy and pulled the dry erase marker from its Velcro. In swirly letters, she formed a D, changed her mind, erased it, and then wrote Jenny Was Here on the message board affixed to Amy's door.
"I'm in the single room at the end of the hall. See ya later!" She pushed off and Amy watched as she skated four doors down.
"Your first college friend."
Amy whirled toward the voice, coming face-to-face with a blast of red curls.
The roommates left the continuing bustle of the hallway, where families lugged armfuls of geometric-patterned area rugs, red-and-black comforters, and wooden-framed futons, trying to give personality to the stark, white-walled rooms. Plastic bathroom buckets spilled with toothbrushes, pink Daisy razors, and containers of blue Sea Breeze toner. Bottles ofJhirmack and Vidal Sassoon shampoos, tubs of Noxzema, shiny cans of Aqua Net, and atomizers of Love's Baby Soft tumbled from stacking baskets on wheels.
In room 808, the girls felt at ease together, talking and laughing like old friends even as they asked the basic get-to-know-you questions. Amy sat at Veronica's desk, watching her tidy something in her already organized closet. Navy-blue towels were stacked like a department store display on Veronica's shelf; beside them were baskets of folded underwear and bundled socks. In an effortless rush of words, the two chattered over and between each other, at once hearing, asking, listening, and answering.
"Who's the guy?" Amy asked, pointing to the pictures.
Veronica sat on her bed and tucked her fleshy pale legs beneath her. "Eric, my boyfriend," she said. "Our families have been friends forever, but junior-year prom was our first date."
"Is he your steak knife?"
"What?" Veronica pulled her knees to her full chest.
Amy laughed and twisted her straight brown hair around her finger; she was forever trying to make it curl. She had been thinking about the Utensil Classification System since her father's college send-off talk and categorizing guys as utensils already seemed normal, like something that should make sense to other people.
"Oh, right, the Steak Knife Theory. This was my dad's idea of a last-ditch birds-and-bees sort of talk."
For the first time of many to come, Amy retold her father's lesson, elaborating as she went.
THE HOSTESS'S PERFUME STILL swirled and menus balanced in the air as Tom York anxiously dove into his lesson. "There are three kinds of guys: forks, knives, and spoons," Amy's dad said, laying out the silverware in front of Amy on the white restaurant tablecloth that August night.
"There are the forks, they are the smoothies." Her dad took a deep breath, pacing himself. "The forks are the guys who are cocky, they'll poke you. These are the guys to be especially careful of, the forks," he repeated for emphasis.
They sat in the front window of Bella's restaurant, their favorite spot overlooking Main Street in Newtown. Amy had lived in the same house with her dad her whole life, and the small Connecticut town was a part of who she was. It seemed the precollege dinner was supposed to be the "Big Talk" before Amy headed out on her own. It was her dad's Cliffs Notes version of A Dad s Guide to Guys in the way only Tom York could deliver.
"The forks," he explained, "are the guys that won't care about you. They will make you think they care, but they won't have any problem playing the field."
"So, the forks are the 'fuck-and-chuckers'?" Amy concluded after his description, laying the napkin in her lap. Not one for cursing, she shocked herself by blurting out the biggest possible swear in front of her dad. He laughed and nodded, and his exhale seemed to say, Maybe she gets it a little bit.
Amy thumbed the menu and noticed the sweat on her dad's forehead in the air-conditioned restaurant. A tenderness swelled in her chest.
"The Yorks! Ciao!" boomed Giovanni's unmistakable voice across the dining room. "What's the occasion tonight?" he asked, tucking a silk handkerchief into his jacket pocket before slapping Tom on the back and kissing Amy.
"Amy's heading off to Syracuse next week," her father said with pride and sadness. "I'm going to miss her."
"Ah, and so will I! I remember when you were only a little one! Here in your white christening gown! And now! Off to college!" Giovanni enthused every phrase.
Her dad tapped the knife as Giovanni exited to the kitchen, bringing Amy back to the lesson. With his index finger leaving prints on the shining blade, he continued his instruction. "This is the biggest group of guys. The knives are the middle of the road, they're not cocky like the forks. They may be a little less confident, but not necessarily lacking in confidence." As he did with the forks, and would again when he got to the spoons, her dad warned, "You still have to be careful, but the knives are the guys with potential. The nice guys will be in the knife category."
The knives are the good guys? Amy thought. Where is he getting this? Knives cut, slice, dice, and carve. This is the perfect guy? Maybe he hasn't thought this through. She was puzzled by his logic and wondered if this was all off-the-cuff. It seemed to be spontaneous, but had he sat up nights deciding how to give his only child this crash course in men?
She challenged him about his choice in utensils: "Seriously, Dad? Knives cut — they can't be the 'good guy' category."
"The ideal guy is a knife, Amy," he said with certainty, and stuck with his label. "The knives are right in the middle, they have an edge and can be sharp when they need to be. Not too sharp and not too dull. They're smart. They have drive, fortitude, strength of character, and they may not be as sure of themselves around girls as the forks are, but they will find their confidence."
Hmm, maybe he has given this some thought.
The waitress swished by with sparkling water and warm bread. Amy chuckled and added traits and descriptions to the forks and knives, but before she could elaborate much, her dad interrupted, determined to get through the coaching session. He adjusted the silverware laid out before his daughter, tidying the row: the fork to the left, the knife dotted with smudges in the center, and the spoon to the right.
As if he couldn't stop, her father eagerly went on with the demonstration. "Then you have the spoons. Simply put, these are the nerds, the geeks. They don't poke, they don't have edge, they're maybe even bland. Spoons may be wimpy and dull, boring and nervous. Spoons are what you kids call the dorks."
Names came to her head to fit the categories; she knew examples of each. Amy nodded at this simple Utensil Classification System and she felt impressed with her dad in a new way. He was an entrepreneur and a sharp negotiator. Maybe sharp isn't such a bad trait in a guy after all, she acknowledged. He was also a numbers whiz, and with his going-away chat, Amy got a glimpse into a less visible side of her dad. Unless he was talking math, she had never known him to speak in symbols.
He leaned forward, appearing drained. He looked his daughter in the eye. "Amy, I'm not a young man and I want to know you're cared for, that you have a companion to love. I've treasured raising you, but it's not easy doing this alone." He lifted his glass to her. "Go out there and bring home a good knife."
Amy smiled and her blue eyes shone with admiration. Her dad carefully rewrapped his silverware into the cloth napkin and bestowed the final moral: "And remember, Amy, every guy is thinking about getting a girl into the napkin."CHAPTER 2
VERONICA NODDED AND LAUGHED politely at Amy's descriptions of cutlery guys. Her new roommate wasn't anything like her friends back in Newport, but she liked her.
"Speaking of dads, my father should be back home now. He asked me to call him tonight," Veronica said, and excused herself to the floor pay phone.
Susan Warren answered on the fourth ring.
"Hi, Mom. Your voice is hoarse, are you okay? You sound like you've been crying."
"Oh, hello, darling, yes, I'm fine. Your father just got home a short time ago. I hear you're settled in."
"Yes, I'm all organized and I like my roommate. I wish you could've come, too."
"I'll just get your father, I know he was waiting for your call. Have fun at school, sweetheart. Gerald ..."
Veronica perched on the stool and fidgeted with the silver phone cord. The elevators pinged past and she coughed from the scent of ammonia and newly painted cinder block walls. The small lobby was furnished with a fake-wood-grain Formica table and wood-framed couches, which were covered in pilled maroon fabric with evidence of past freshman classes stained into them.
She heard her father clear his throat. "Hi, honey."
"Hey, Dad, thanks for helping me move in. I really wish Mom came with us."
"I'm sorry your mother couldn't be there, too. You know how hard these milestones are. She's always thinking about your brother," he apologized, and she pictured him tugging the sleeve of his custom-tailored dress shirt.
"I know, Dad, but I wish she'd be happy with my milestones," Veronica whispered.
"We both know you'll be great."
"Thanks, Dad." As she gently replaced the receiver, she felt a familiar disappointment and a subtle envy toward her brother that made her feel guilty.
SORORITY RUSH BEGAN SOON after classes started, and on the final day of parties, Veronica woke early to pounding on the door. She and Amy had stayed up late with Kate Anula, who lived down the hall, watching the Steve Martin movie Roxanne until two in the morning. The romantic comedy left Amy in tears and had her new friends teasing her as they handed her tissues.
"Who's knocking at eight on a Saturday morning?" Veronica muttered, getting up when the rapping persisted. She shuffled to the door to find Jenny smiling, already showered, made up, and hair sprayed high.
"Let's go! Up and at 'em! It's the big day!"
"But we don't need to be there until nine thirty," Veronica grumbled, moving to close the door on her, but Jenny slipped in with her hyper, radio-static wake-up call.
Jenny plunked herself at the foot of Amy's bed and started prattling. Veronica shook her head as Jenny chirped a morning narration.
"So what are your first parties today? I think we're together for the first round. I really met some great girls in Kappa, I so want to get into that house. Who did you meet there? Didn't you love the songs they sang? I like Tri-Delt, too."
Amy had no choice, so she rolled into the day and hopped out of bed, grabbing what she always grabbed first: her toothbrush. Veronica still marveled at how her roommate could be perky and full of sunshine, even when she was tired or the Syracuse weather was dismal and dreary.
All the girls who were rushing bustled about the bathroom in varying states of undress and wakefulness. Aqua Net filled the air and curling irons sizzled split ends. For the longest day of rush parties, Jenny wore a dress with a ditzy floral print, Amy had on her favorite Esprit skirt with her gold Add-a-Bead necklace, and Veronica settled on a navy V-neck dress, trying to downplay her plentiful breasts.
They fell into step with the parade of young coeds and found themselves on display. Neighboring fraternities dragged out living room couches, lined up lawn chairs, and hung along porch railings to view the prospective pledges marching before them. Whistles and cheers erupted and waned above the music that blasted from window-sized speakers and echoed off buildings.
The hours were filled with nibbling, smiling, and chattering. At the end of the day, as the rushees walked along Comstock Avenue, they were given a glimpse, or a full exhibition, of college-boy behavior. On the sidewalk, a naked masked man jogged by, swinging around to whoops of male encouragement. One pass wasn't enough, so the disguised streaker dashed across the girls' path again, earning smirks and discreet but curious stares.
Amy leaned toward Veronica and said, "I wonder what kind of guy is under that gorilla mask. Do you think he's a poor spoon being suckered into this? I bet a nice knife wouldn't bare all and run around campus, right?" Veronica hesitated, unsure if Amy was seriously evaluating this guy with a code of cutlery she'd assumed was just a lark.
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This book begins with Amy and Veronica starting their freshman year at Syracuse. Before Amy left home her father gave her some advice about boys. Veronica and Amy dub this unique advice the UCS. The Utensil Classification System. This story follows Amy and Veronica as they navigate the dating scene through college and beyond. Their decisions and actions cause a domino effect on their lives and others. I enjoyed these young ladies. Both seem to have a good head on their shoulders, even though they sometimes make a few stupid decisions. I chalk that up to youth. I love how the author sprinkles in many details from the 90’s, especially the music. I found myself singing songs from my past! She even mentions Danielle Steele….oh my, she was a staple for me during the 90’s. There are a lot of characters to keep up with and it can be overly dramatic in places. But the funny wit and the grand time had by all as they struggle to find the perfect steak knife, is such a treat. This is a heart warming read about relationships and life changing decisions. A real joy! “Be sure you know yourself and what’s in your heart. Remember, you have to value and love yourself first.” I received this novel from the author for a honest review.
Amy York....college freshman, and future news journalist. Her life up to this point has been somewhat uneventful, but her first steps toward adulthood are about to get interesting thanks to a little theory introduced by dear old dad. It's the UCS, aka Utensil Classification System, and though it may sound handy in the kitchen, it's actually meant to be applied to GUYS. It's quite interesting actually and gradually evolves from the simplistic forks, knives, and spoons, to all cutlery big and small. Amy let's the system get a bit out of control, but in the end, learns that it's not simply something to be followed to the letter, but a guideline to help her find her true heart. When not expanding on her father's theory, Amy is leading quite an interesting life. First, there's the whole freshman experience, then the almost rape, cheating friends, too-good-to-be-true boyfriends, besties for life, and super cute guy friends that are there through thick and thin. We go to dances, celebrate birthdays, skip Valentine's Day (gasp!), steal kisses, meet the green-eyed monster several times over, and watch as Amy and friends try time and again to find their way. She'll go through a lot, losing and finding herself along the way, but in the end always seems to manage not only to hold herself together, but to be part of Amy's "glue".. In the end, I desperately wanted to fall in love with this book, but it kept me in the friend zone. While the UCS was intriguing, it often seemed like an afterthought as the story progressed. The life and times of Amy and friends was certainly story worthy, and the journey from college kid to new adult was something everyone can relate to on some level, giving this book a broader appeal than at first it may seem. Recommended read for those starting this journey in their own lives as well as those relishing the memory of what once was. **copy was received for review
Reviewed by Lisa McCombs for Readers' Favorite According to college freshman Amy, there are three types of guys: forks, knives, and spoons. When she unpacks her belongings at Syracuse University, she also unpacks her father’s theory on the appropriate gentlemen types. Amy York’s roommate, Veronica, is skeptical at first, but soon finds comfort in her friend’s words. As the girls acclimate to college life, join a sorority, and collect more memories in friendships, break-ups, surprising romances, and common conflicts in their freshman year, the cutlery theory broadens to encompass every level of relationships. The girls try to avoid all forks and are cautious amid the spoons. The knife is the way to go: “The knives are right in the middle, they have an edge and can be sharp when they need to be. Not too sharp and not too dull. They’re smart. They have drive, fortitude, strength of character, and they may not be as sure of themselves around girls as the forks are, but they will find their confidence.” Her father’s words became a silent anthem to Amy and her friends, making it their goal to find the perfect, shiny steak knife in the drawer of eligible Syracuse males. Forks, Knives, and Spoons by Leah DeCesare is a plucky story relevant to any college coed. DeCesare expresses the fears, dreams, and insecurities of the modern day college student. From yearnings to be loved to the realities of loveless families, it is all here. As the characters come to realize that the bonds they make in college are so different from any they have ever forged, the reader will revisit their own college days.
I was tremendously entertained by this book! It’s a lighthearted story of two friends, Amy and Veronica. It follows their adventures and romantic encounters, covering their college years at Syracuse University and early adulthood. I too went to college in the 80s (yes, don’t count the years…) and I felt a nostalgic kinship with the characters as they navigated school, jobs, and relationships. I knew what I wanted for Amy and Veronica, and cheered them on as they remained unfailingly positive and determined to find happiness. While still young and naïve, their cheerful personalities couldn’t help but win me over as they matured over the years. It’s a sweet read that flows easily. While I was never a sorority girl and didn’t made a list of the qualities I was looking for in a guy, I remember the ups and downs of dating, and that time of life when finding the “right guy” seemed so important. I was hooked until the end. It was fun being transported back to the time of landline phones for a little while.
Review I loved everything about Leah DeCesare's novel "Forks,Knives and Spoons"! The concept of this novel is so unique, creative and unusual! Kudos to Leah DeCesare for such an amazing and original storyline! The genres of this story are Fiction, Women's Fiction, and Romance. The time-line of the story is in the 1980's where there aren't cell phones, texting, and social media. Imagine having to call on a landline or send a handwritten,(or typed) note or letter, The author describes several girls who become friends during college life. As Amy York's father has the "talk" before she goes to college, her father describes that there are three types of guys," Forks, Knives and Spoons." Amy uses this "Utensil Classification System" as a guide. Her college friends tend to refer to this as "UCS" Spoons would be nerdy, Forks would be the charming, love and leave them type, and Knives would be keepers. The characters are mostly likeable. These are college age and young adults finding their way through their adventures in college. I love the way that the author shows us how the characters deal with betrayal, dishonesty loyalty and commitment. I also enjoy how the girls use the Utensil Classification System. For example, this is an enjoyable quote minus the person's name not to spoil anything:" He turned out to be a fork in a knive's clothing". I appreciate the way the author shows us friendship, family, love and hope. I especially like that the characters show growth. This was such a fun, intriguing and enjoyable read and I highly recommend that you read it! I won this package as a giveaway from the author, and all thought and opinions are my own, and this is my honest review.
Written by a local Rhode Island author, I felt I just had to read this book. Although it's a little lighter than what I often read, I found it quite enjoyable. I was amazed at how reading this book brought me back to my own years in college and immediately following. It allowed me to reminisce and get back many of the old feelings that I once had, the fears the dreams and just the overall thoughts that occupy your mind at that age and stage in your life. I even found that I had a few dreams of college life. Even though there were apects of the book that were predictable, I found myself wanting to know what happened with Amy and Veronica. and they're budding relationships both with each other, the other college girls, and the men that came into their lives. In navigating the men, they would try to accurately place them in the "UCS" the utensil classification system - A metaphor that Amy's Dad came up with as he prepared her to be on her own at college and to find a man worthy of her. Some of the characters in the book take the UCS seriously others not so seriously, and it helps the girls to navigate their world and helps them to identify what they are truly looking for in a partner. I think it's great that this book, allows those of us women of a "certain age" to look back and reflect on how we were and how times were going to college in the late 80s early 90s, and also how different it is today. But I also think that for younger women, to read this and get a better glimpse of how it was for their moms and aunts, and to take note of the things that are the same and the things that are different. Some might argue that a classification system for men is an oversimplification (certainly) and a judgment on others but in this book it is really just a lighthearted metaphor that helps the girls to navigate their world and refine their own thoughts on what is important in a mate. The conversations you can have and the personal reminiscing into this glimpse of time not so long ago makes this book well worth your time! Bravo to Leah DeCesare for a great first novel, I can't wait to see what she does next.
While the majority of this story takes place during their time in college, there is a part of their lives after college that is included in the story. I really did enjoy the UCS - otherwise known as the Utensil Classification System. It turned out differently than I thought just from what I'd try to determine each utensil fit as before I read it. Basically, a knife is the guy you want. All the other types of utensils have their own definitions. I liked that it was an open enough classification system that it showed a guy that was a spoon for one girl, could totally be a knife for another. I know, that's pretty confusing without having read the book, so you need to go ahead and do that. I really liked the characters, even if they kind of fell into a bit predictable stereotypes, or sometimes maybe a situation was a bit expected, nothing new. There were definitely times I was yelling at Amy to figure it out, it was so obvious to the reader what was going on, but then I do that with a lot of romance stories, I know that it is part of the drama. I also really liked the time period it was set in, the very late 80s and early 90s. Since I started college in 1990, it was totally a walk down memory lane for so many things in the book. Only having a landline phone, there were no cell phones, at least not for anyone other than very rich businessmen. The book pulled in so many things that were experiences that are common in college life. Things that I'm sure are still going on today. The computer lab bits were funny though, when you consider how each college student usually has their own computer or laptop these days. I was rooting for Matt and Amy almost all of the book, but totally understood why she was in love with Andrew. Then there was the friend who lived down the hall that was basically the very promiscuous girl, not just promiscuous, but also willing to mess with other girls' boyfriends. There was the girl who went away to college with her high school boyfriend, and it didn't work out, although I think the reason in this story was different than the reasons for the people I knew in college. My only issues were really the predictability of the story. The reason why the promiscuous girl was the way she was, well it was pretty textbook because of her dad leaving, the way her mom was, etc. You kind of knew that Matt was a possible love interest for Amy no matter what she seemed to think. I have to say I liked how Veronica's years panned out, and I like the way they were a little different and sometimes I got some unique turns in her story. I hated the way she was at the end when she went back to a friend's wedding. I hated the way she said the things she did about her boyfriend. I also think how upset Amy got about remarks guys were making to their friend getting married was kind of silly, and kinda made her seem a little bit like a psycho girl. Just me though. I still recommend this story as a sweet romantic read. Pick it up, and then look at the guys in your past and around you today, and can you figure out who are the forks, spoons, and knives?
Forks, Knives And Spoons is a whole new way to look at dating through a college girl's eyes! It's 1988 in Syracuse, NY and Amy has just started her freshman year of college. Amy and her roommate, Veronica quickly become friends but Amy has this new way of classifying boys that Veronica doesn't agree with. The ultimate catch is a Knife, Forks are pricks and Spoons are the nerdy dudes. As Amy and Veronica get through the hard years of college, following this system of meeting boys and discovering what kind of a boy they truly are. With the both of the girls coming into their own and finding that not everyone is what they seem. We are left with Amy and Veronica finding their own Knifes in a field of Forks & Spoons!! I loved this book and I so wished that a sequel was in the works just to check in on the girls like 5 years in future! The idea of this book appealed to me but I was a little apprehensive when I first started reading but I soon fell in love with how this story was being played out. I really liked how being set in the late 80's was totally perfect for what this story was saying. The bottom line is that I really loved this book and I could totally see this book being made into a 3 hour long movie!! Thank You to Leah DeCesare for writing a fantastic debut fiction novel that I can't wait to see what is to come from you in the future!! I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book from the Author!