Pilgrims Don't Wear Pink

Pilgrims Don't Wear Pink

by Stephanie Kate Strohm

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ISBN-13: 9780547564593
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Publication date: 05/01/2012
Pages: 208
Product dimensions: 5.54(w) x 8.08(h) x 0.52(d)
Lexile: HL720L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Like Libby Kelting, Stephanie Kate Strohm is a blond, history-loving gal with a passion for
fashion. She grew up in Connecticut and attended Middlebury College in Vermont, where she
was voted Winter Carnival Queen. Currently she lives in New York City with a huge shoe collection
and a little white dog named Lorelei Lee. This is her first novel.

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Prologue

"Please remind me again why you’re going to pilgrim camp."

"Okay, first, it’s not camp. It’s a living history museum studies internship." I nestled my cell phone between my ear and my shoulder, trying to zip my suitcase closed with one hand. Definitely not working. "And second, ugh," I grunted. That zipper was like beyond stuck. "Like I’ve said about a million times, I’m not a pilgrim." I sat on the suitcase and tried to zipper it between my legs. "I’m an eighteenth-century New England colonist on the coastline of the territory now known as the state of Maine. It’s a totally different thing. It’s like mistaking Pucci for Gucci."

"Ugggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"That better have been static, Dev, and not a sigh of disgust," I warned.

"Sorry, Libs," he said, "but you know my brain shuts down when you go all History Channel on me."

"Mmmrph." The zipper still wasn’t going anywhere. Did this mean I had to take out a pair of shoes? I couldn’t lose a pair of shoes! I’d already pared down my two shoe racks to like the bare minimum of shoes necessary for basic human survival. Literally, there was only one pair of heels in there. One.

"It doesn’t even make any sense," Dev continued. "Living history? What is that? Isn’t that an oxymoron? Isn’t all history . . . dead? Because it’s in the past?"

"Dev, how many times have I explained this?"

"I wasn’t paying attention before."

I sighed with frustration. "A living history museum is like a re-creation of a village from a different time period, with all the museum workers dressed in costumes and doing chores or crafts or trades or whatever . . . Haven’t you heard of Plimouth Plantation? Old Sturbridge Village? Colonial Williamsburg?"

"So sort of like Toontown in Disneyland, but not fun?"

"Sort of . . . no, wait! It’s really fun!"

"It sounds really boring. You just used the word trades."

"No, it’s fun, I promise! I mean, honestly, it kind of is like Disneyland," I said, reconsidering. "It’s not like I’ll actually be living in the eighteenth century. I mean, there are flushing toilets and a gift shop. It just looks like the eighteenth century. A sanitized, tourist-friendly eighteenth century. I’ll be like an eighteenth-century Disney princess! Colonial Cinderella!" Oh, I could see it now. I had the perfect shade of lip-gloss to pull off that all-natural no-makeup makeup look.

"Libby, Libby, Libbeeeeee, listen to meeee," he whined. "We could have had so much fun together this summer! Not educational Disneyland fun. Real fun. In New York. New York. Not in Clamhole Harbor."

"It’s Camden Harbor."

"Whatever." I could almost hear him shrug through the phone.

"Camden Harbor is really nice! It’s so cute — like the cutest part of Maine ever. They filmed Carousel there, you know." "They filmed what?"

"Carousel? The epic love story about mill workers and carnival barkers in a newly industrialized 1870s New England fish-ing village?" There’s nothing I like better than when romance meets history. Nothing. "The Rodgers and Hammerstein musical?"

"Libby, not all the gays have an encyclopedic knowledge of the American musical theater. It’s not like they hand you a DVD box set of the Rodgers and Hammerstein Collection in a Liza Minnelli souvenir tote bag when you come out."

"Well, they should. I’d totally be gay for a Liza Minnelli tote bag."

"I still don’t understand why you didn’t apply for the Teen Mode teen internship with me!"

Here we went again. We’d had this argument about a million times. Dev had entered an essay contest at Teen Mode and won a summer internship for high school students with his searing fashion exposé, "St. Paul-y-ester: So Yesterday."

"Um, Dev, I saw The Devil Wears Prada. There’s no way I’d voluntarily subject myself to that. I’m not insane. And there’s no way I would have gotten it even if I did apply! Not all of us benefit from the holy grail of diversity known as being perhaps the only gay Indian high schooler in like all of Minnesota. How many straight blond girls do you think applied for that internship?"

"Libby, The Devil Wears Prada is not a documentary. How many times do we have to go over this?"

I squawked in protest. He ignored it.

"And you totally could have gotten the internship. You are almost as stylish as me, and that is not something I say lightly."

It was, in fact, this sense of style that had brought us together. As Dev had said the day we’d met almost three years ago in freshman English at St. Paul Academy, we were "an island of pastel in a sea of gray." Apparently, neither of us had gotten the memo that every other student at SPA would be clad in a gray North Face fleece. Who knew that private schools were where fabulous went to die? Gossip Girl it was not.

"Plus," he added thoughtfully, "Teen Mode probably needs some non-size-zero diversity! You could be their token size six."

"Thanks, Dev. That’s sweet."

"Imagine it, Libby," he whispered seductively. "Right now, we could be running around the big city in Lanvin loafers and Prada pumps!"

"That is tempting, Dev," I agreed, "but it’s your dream, not mine. Think about it. What does anyone who loves history secretly want? A time machine. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, really. And since that’s not possible, this is as close as I’ll get. A real living history museum. Yes, Prada is nice, but I’ll be spending the summer in full period costume, churning butter in a corset."

Technically, the term corset was more commonplace in the nineteenth century, but being perfectly accurate and saying "stays" might send Dev into history overload.

"And this is appealing?" he asked skeptically.

"Yes, Dev." I sighed.

"God, you’re such a big nerd, sometimes I forget why I’m friends with you."

"Because no one else loves you enough to bake you butterscotch blondies as a Project Runway marathon snack." I shifted the cell phone to my other shoulder.

"Seriously. Seriously?" Dev asked again. "You’re turning down Hermès for hoop skirts?"

"Your knowledge of fashion history is truly appalling. The first patented hoop skirt didn’t show up in the United States until 1846."

"Somehow I have a feeling Teen Mode doesn’t care if I don’t know what a bum roll is."

"Probably right," I agreed. Even though he’d only proved my point further, because bum rolls had gone out of fashion with Queen Elizabeth. The first one.

"What if I need you?" he demanded. "Do I have to send a carrier pigeon?"

"No, of course not." I tutted. "It’s not a forced labor camp. I’ll have my cell phone the whole time. I promise. It’s not like anyone actually thinks it’s the eighteenth century. They’re historians, not Amish."

"Please, Libby," he begged, "don’t leave me! There’s no way I can make it through the summer without you."

"Oh, please, Dev. You made it through the first thirteen years of your life without me before I switched from public school to SPA. I think you’ll be fine for three months. And you’ll be in New York! Not home in St. Paul, but in glamorous New York! You’ll come back with all these great stories and amazing clothes, and be all set to have the fiercest senior year ever. There’ll be so much fabulous, you won’t know what to do with yourself. Come on, you’re gonna replace me with Anne Hathaway in like five minutes."

"Again, Libby, The Devil Wears Prada — not a documentary. Anne Hathaway does not, in fact, work at Mode. Or Teen Mode, which is where I’ll be."

"You know what I meant."

"And if I’m replacing you with anyone," he interrupted, "it’s that Hottie McSexypants Gucci Pour Homme model."

"You have my total permission to do that. Urgh!" There! I’d finally gotten my suitcase closed.

"Um, what was that?" Dev asked nervously.

"What?"

"That weird grunting noise. What are you doing over there?"

"Oh, I was having some trouble zipping my suitcase, but I did it."

"Hmm, let me guess. Wardrobe not quite fitting into that charming pink luggage set?"

"Maybe," I admitted.

"See?" he crowed triumphantly. "There’s no way you can do this, Libby! You just can’t! Pilgrims don’t wear pink!"

"I don’t wear that much pink!" I yelled into the phone. "And I’m not a pilgrim!"

He'd already hung up.

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ImaginaryReads More than 1 year ago
Libby is a unique character. She is into fashion--she loves shoes and believes in makeup--but she's also very much into history. Let's just say that if I needed help with history, she's the first one I'd ask. Libby's conversations and thoughts are peppered with references to historical movies and books, she knows how to bake and do needlework, and she's good with children. That being said, Libby also complains when she learns that makeup and cellphones are banned during working hours (to preserve historical accuracy), and her judgment is questionable at times. She swoons over hot guys--one in particular that quotes Shakespeare and acts like a gentlemen, overlooking signs that he may not be her ideal Prince Charming. Nevertheless, while Libby maybe be a romantic Pisces, she has one fiery spirit and takes care of her own problems! Garret is my favorite character. He's a down-to-earth reporter-nerd out to find the truth behind the reported ghost spotting at Camden Harbor. I love how he keeps pushing Libby's buttons. It's amusing how they deal with each other while ghost hunting on the Lettie Mae. It's obvious that he has a thing for Libby, but she's blind to his affections until it hits her in the face (almost literally). The story ends with a cute, true realization about teenage love. While this is a light, fun read for the most part, I would not recommend this to younger readers because of the references to Harlequin romances, a small almost rape scene, and some sultry outfits that Libby is made to wear for propaganda.
bibliojunkies on LibraryThing 5 months ago
"Libby Kelting had always felt born out of time. No wonder the historical romance-reading, Jane Austen-adaptation-watching, all-round history nerd jumped at the chance to intern at Camden Harbor, Maine¿s Oldest Living History Museum.But at Camden Harbor Libby¿s just plain out of place, no matter how cute she looks in a corset. Her cat-loving coworker hates her, the geeky local reporter keeps pushing her buttons, the sailor she¿s dating is more shipwreck than dreamboat, and Camden Harbor might be haunted.Over the course of one unforgettable summer, Libby learns that boys, like ghosts, aren¿t always what they seem."It's been a while since I¿ve read something that¿s pure silliness and Pilgrims fits into this category very nicely. Libby is your typical high school student from Minnesota who¿s heading off to her dream internship on the East Coast at a small town history museum. The book is quick with some apparent stereotypes ¿ she¿s blonde, she¿s popular and she has a gay best friend, Dev who¿s absolutely flummoxed about why she won¿t be joining him at his fabulous internship at a magazine in New York. I admit, the book didn't quite grab me at first and I think the initial stereotypes bothered me a little. It was Libby who thankfully reminded me not to be too quick to judge. When she arrives at Camden Harbour, she¿s fully aware that people perceive her as a blonde airhead incapable of grasping the importance and purpose of the history museum. She finds herself on the receiving end of some serious animosity from her nightmare of a roommate, Ashling. Libby may be guilty of having shoes for every occasion and not being able to live without blush but she knows her historical facts and she's serious about her work. She proves herself to be smart though slightly awkward when thrown into the spotlight.She meets two guys who couldn¿t be more different from each other. Naturally, she finds herself drawn to the hot guy, Cam the sailor with the killer smile. I had to shake my head when she couldn¿t even see what an obvious chump he was. Then there¿s Garrett, the geeky reporter who¿s into all things sci-fi and researching a story about ghost sightings on one of the museum's prized ships, Lettie Mae. By a stroke of luck (sort of), Libby and Garrett are thrown together as roommates on the ship and these two polar opposites have to learn to tolerate each other. Pilgrims is for the most part predictable though admittedly it didn¿t end where I thought it would. My only problem with it was the Libby/Ashling dynamic. There was just no reasonable explanation for why Ashling was so hostile towards her. Though Ashling on her own provided a few "roll your eyes" moments of humor.What I did like were all the random historical facts and trivia that Libby would throw out because I myself love history. She displays her history geek flag proudly and that aspect of her personality nicely balanced Garrett's tendency to rattle of random things like Lord of the Rings trivia. The two of them together were a treat. And as much as she loves her modern comforts, she's not a whiner and shows how much a team player she can be. Overall this is a fun book. It's perfect when you want an escape or just something that's quick and easy. There¿s plenty to giggle about and in the end it¿s just what you need when you want something to smile about.~ Bel
summerskris on LibraryThing 5 months ago
Libby is a unique character. She is into fashion--she loves shoes and believes in makeup--but she's also very much into history. Let's just say that if I needed help with history, she's the first one I'd ask. Libby's conversations and thoughts are peppered with references to historical movies and books, she knows how to bake and do needlework, and she's good with children.That being said, Libby also complains when she learns that makeup and cellphones are banned during working hours (to preserve historical accuracy), and her judgment is questionable at times. She swoons over hot guys--one in particular that quotes Shakespeare and acts like a gentlemen, overlooking signs that he may not be her ideal Prince Charming. Nevertheless, while Libby maybe be a romantic Pisces, she has one fiery spirit and takes care of her own problems!Garret is my favorite character. He's a down-to-earth reporter-nerd out to find the truth behind the reported ghost spotting at Camden Harbor. I love how he keeps pushing Libby's buttons. It's amusing how they deal with each other while ghost hunting on the Lettie Mae. It's obvious that he has a thing for Libby, but she's blind to his affections until it hits her in the face (almost literally).The story ends with a cute, true realization about teenage love. While this is a light, fun read for the most part, I would not recommend this to younger readers because of the references to Harlequin romances, a small almost rape scene, and some sultry outfits that Libby is made to wear for propaganda.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very clever story line. The main characters are well developed and enjoyable. If you are looking for a fun quick read, this is it.
emberchyld More than 1 year ago
A nice, quick read with a fun main character and supporting characters. Very Legally Blonde meets history and Scooby Doo, which is a great mix.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put this book down. It is so funny, and cute I couldn't bare to part with it until I was done.
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So fun!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Pack it up and send it with your daughter to camp - a fun read! Can't wait for the next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is a fantastic choice for anyone looking for a fun summer read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I skipped from pg 18 to pg 50 to pg 100 - it didn't improve. Hope this wss a free book or i wasted my money.