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Informationen zum Autor Hannah Reynolds Klappentext Sixteen-year-old Shira is on a mission to find the perfect boyfriend over Hanukkah, but after getting snowed in on Nantucket with her nemesis-slash-former-crush her plans begin to go off the rails. Leseprobe ...Informationen zum Autor Hannah Reynolds Klappentext Sixteen-year-old Shira is on a mission to find the perfect boyfriend over Hanukkah, but after getting snowed in on Nantucket with her nemesis-slash-former-crush her plans begin to go off the rails. Leseprobe When I saw Tyler Nelson at Nantucket's tiny airport, I ignored him, because Tyler Nelson was the absolute worst. I watched him from the corner of my eye, feigning indifference as I brushed away the snow clinging to my coat from crossing the tarmac. He took the prime position at the start of the baggage carousel, so I moved to the far side and stood with my back to him. Outside, white flakesswirled madly. The windwhich had spurred nerve-racking turbulencehowled like a lone wolf given wild, maniacal form by motes of snow. My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out. Hi, Mom. Shira? In just two syllables, Mom's tone conveyed worry and bad news. Where are you? Did you land? I'm at the airport. Are you at the house? We're still in Boston. Our flight was canceled. What? I'd expected her to be at Golden Doors by now, along with the rest of the family, lighting up my grandparents' house with laughter. Their plane had been due to arrive an hour before mine. Did you get another? They're all canceledthe winds are too strong. We're going to take the Hy-Line tomorrow, if the ferries are running. Will you be okay alone tonight? I'd been looking forward to seeing my family, to burrowing into their warmth. The idea of being alone for an extra day made my stomach feel hollow. But it wasn't worth telling Mom and stressing her out. I'll survive. Make sure you pick up something to eat, okay? I glanced outside again. I'd be lucky to get home in this storm, let alone get takeout or delivery. But surely Golden Doors had food in the pantry. Will do. How was Noah's ceremony? Good, lots of speeches. Noah looked very grown-up. How did you do on your midterm? Aced it, I said, because if your daughter had expensive tutors, she damn well better ace her exams. Are Grandma and Grandpa okay? Oh, well, Mom sighed, Grandpa's complaining about how we should have predicted the weather, and Grandma thinks he's being foolish. She's worried about the decorations, though. She thought she'd be back today and have them up before the littles arrive tomorrow, but now everyone will show up at once . . . Mom lacked even the smallest drop of subtlety. You want me to decorate. Not if you don't have time . . . But you will be there . . . So would you , I wanted to say, if you'd stayed home and flown out of JFK instead of going to Noah's thing in Boston. But I'd told them it was fine, so it was fine. Sure. Okay, great, darling. We should be there around three tomorrow. You're sure you'll be okay? I'll be fine, I said. See you tomorrow! When we hung up, my fake smile fell away, and I stared blankly at the swirling snow. Alone for the first night of the holidays. I could do this. Only I was so lonely. Nope. Nope, I was fine. Besides, I didn't have time to be lonely. I could work on my plans for this break. Because I had big plans. Plans involving Isaac Lehrer. If my life were a movie trailer, the voice-over would say, This holiday season, Shira Barbanel is determined to win over Isaac Lehrer no matter what. A series of slapstick shots would follow of us running into each other in Central Park, flicking latke batter at each other in my kitchen, and ice-skating at Rockefeller Center (where he'd witness me landing a triple axel). The narrator might add something along the lines of Shira Barbanel is a lost cause at love , the appropriate-for-all-audiences version of Shira Barbanel is a hot-AF mess who can't get a boyfriend, a situation I planned to change over winter...
Autorentext
Hannah Reynolds
Klappentext
Sixteen-year-old Shira is on a mission to find the perfect boyfriend over Hanukkah, but after getting snowed in on Nantucket with her nemesis-slash-former-crush her plans begin to go off the rails.
Zusammenfassung
**A Sydney Taylor Honor Book
A sixteen-year-old girl is on a mission to find the perfect boyfriend this Hanukkah, but love might not go according to plan, in this charming winter romcom from the author of The Summer of Lost Letters.**
Shira Barbanel has a plan: this Hanukkah, she’s going to get a boyfriend. And she has the perfect candidate in mind—her great-uncle’s assistant, Isaac. He’s reliable, brilliant, and of course, super hot. The only problem? Shira’s an absolute disaster when it comes to flirting.
Enter Tyler Nelson, Shira’s nemesis-slash-former-crush. As much as she hates to admit it, Tyler is the most charming and popular guy she knows. Which means he’s the perfect person to teach her how to win Isaac over.
When Shira and Tyler get snowed in together at Golden Doors, they strike a deal—flirting lessons for Shira in exchange for career connections for Tyler. But as Shira starts to see the sweet, funny boy beneath Tyler’s playboy exterior, she realizes she actually likes hanging out with him. And that wasn’t part of the plan.
Amidst a whirl of snowy adventures, hot chocolate, and candlelight, Shira must learn to trust her heart to discover if the romance she planned is really the one that will make her happiest.
