Chapter Reveal: Read Me Like A Book by Liz Kessler + Giveaway (US Only)

Chapter Reveal: Read Me Like A Book by Liz Kessler + Giveaway (US Only)

 

Author: Liz Kessler

Book: Hardcover, 304 pages

Expected publication: June 14, 2016

Publisher: Candlewick Press
 
 
About The Book: 
 

In her first novel for young adults, New York Times best-selling author Liz Kessler tells a story about finding a kindred spirit and becoming your true self.

Ashleigh Walker is a mediocre student with an assortment of friends, a sort-of boyfriend, and no plans for the future. Then a straight-from-college English teacher, Miss Murray, takes over Ash’s class and changes everything. Miss Murray smiles a lot. She shares poetry with curse words in it. She’s, well, cool. And she seems to really care about her students. About Ashleigh. For the first time, Ash feels an urge to try harder. To give something — someone — her best. Before she knows it, Ashleigh is in love. Intense, heart-racing, all-consuming first love. It’s strong enough to distract her from worrying about bad grades and her parents’ marriage troubles. But what will happen if Miss Murray finds out Ashleigh is in love with her?

 

Read the first chapter of Read Me Like A Book!!

 

 Chapter 1

 

Where’s your best friend when you need her?

I mean, seriously.

It’s Saturday night, and here I am in Luke’s front room with his sister, Zoe, and a bunch of his mates, listening to a rock band blaring about how we’re all going to die and watching a couple of lads do something that I think is meant to be dancing but looks more like they’re being slowly electrocuted.

Oh, and did I mention? It’s my birthday. Mum said I could have a few friends over if I wanted to, but it turned out Luke’s parents were going away for the weekend, so he offered to throw me a party at his house.

I keep glancing at a couple in the corner who seem to be the only ones having a good time. Their arms and legs are wrapped around each other as tight as rope. They haven’t come up for air once since I’ve been here. Not that I’m jealous. Not that I’m wondering how nice it might be to have someone desperate for that much of my attention.

My phone beeps in my pocket, and I pull it out. It’s a Snapchat notification. I open the link. It’s a selfie of Cat and her mum, both holding up bottles of San Miguel 14 and grinning at the camera. The text across the photo reads, Happy birthday, mate—wish I was with you!

Two seconds later, my phone beeps again. Another Snapchat. This one’s a picture of a tall, dark, handsome, presumably Spanish waiter carrying a tray of drinks. The text across the picture reads, On second thought, quite glad we’re here!

I can’t help smiling. Cat always manages to do that. It’s why she’s my best friend, I guess. Even when she’s not here, she knows I’m going to need cheering up—and she knows how to do it. At least, she knows one way. Try to sit her down and discuss feelings with her, and she’ll run for the hills, but give her any crappy situation and she’ll find a way to get you to laugh your way out of it.

And she wouldn’t thank me for saying this, as it might cramp her style, but she’s not here so I’ll say it anyway: she’s one of the most caring, thoughtful people I know.

Take this weekend. Yeah, it’s my birthday and everything, but it’s also the anniversary of her mum and dad’s divorce. He left years ago, and Cat is cool with it, but her mum, Jean, always needs cheering up, and Cat remembers that kind of thing without having to be told. So you know what she did? She worked extra shifts at her Saturday job for months, then bought tickets for a weekend break in Magaluf for the pair of them—her and Jean. That’s the kind of thing she does.

And I love her for that. I do, really. But it does leave me standing on my own, fiddling with the top of a can of Diet Coke and wondering if it’s rude to be the first person to leave your own birthday party.

I’m on the verge of sinking back into some self-indulgent wallowing when this boy strolls out of the kitchen. . . .

Super-skinny jeans with white Calvin Kleins sticking out the top, black sneakers, a kind of surfy-type T-shirt, messy dark hair that might have taken an hour to fix or could have been like that since he rolled out of bed, deep, intense brown eyes that scan the room as though he’s searching for someone. Then he spots me and comes over.

“Is that Corsa yours?” he says. “It’s blocking me in, and I need to nip to the grocery store for some supplies.”

OK, so, no, it’s not the most romantic chat-up line in the world. But given the standard of the evening’s highlights so far, it’s good enough for me.

“It’s my mum’s, actually.” I smile up at him. “She’s lent it to me for the night.”

For a second, I bask in the idea of myself as a mature, responsible person. Someone who can drive herself to a party. I mean, sure, we only live two blocks away. And, yeah, Mum had to sit in the passenger seat when I drove. And, OK, Luke had to promise to sit with me when I drive home. But, still. It’s the principle. The fact that I can.

The boy is kind of nodding slowly, then there’s this long pause. Is he shy? I’m about to ask what kind of car he’s got, just to keep the conversation going, when I suddenly realize what he’s said. It wasn’t a chat-up line at all.

“Oh! Wait! You want me to move it! I’ll get my keys.”

My cheeks burning up, I go in search of Luke and move the car.

Let me tell you a bit about Luke. He’s one of the good guys. You know the type. Wears nice clothes—not the trendiest ever, but not geeky or scruffy. Helps old ladies across roads. Does his homework on time. Gets along with people’s parents. Has lovely blue eyes that crinkle and shine when he smiles—which he does a lot—and light brown hair, parted neatly.

He’s what my nan used to call well groomed, but not so much that he comes across as vain. I’d probably fancy him if I hadn’t grown up thinking of him practically as a brother. I’ve known him forever. We were at nursery school together and have hung out together pretty much ever since.

For the past year or so, he’s been extra nice to me because he fancies Cat and he figures if he keeps in with me, then one day she’ll realize what a good guy he is and go out with him. Unfortunately, Cat only likes boys who are unavailable or who treat her badly. Luke thinks he can save her from all that. He’s always asking me to put in a good word for him. He hasn’t realized that she doesn’t like good words. Maybe if I tell her he’s an absolute bastard, then she’ll notice him.

Who knows? Even I can’t figure Cat out sometimes.

So, a bit more about Cat. Her real name is Catherine, but the only people who call her that are teachers, doctors, and me, occasionally, if I’m trying to annoy her, since she hates it. She’s small, mischievous, somewhat feisty, and fiercely independent. She’s like, well, a cat.

I guess she’s what someone in a shop might call petite, except that sounds a bit too prissy for her. Plus she never shops in the kind of places that have a petite section. She buys all her clothes from thrift shops, and the wackier the better. Her favorite outfit at the moment is a pair of jeans that are so ripped you can see more skin than denim, a pair of yellow Doc Martens, and pretty much anything on top as long as it’s tight enough to show off her figure and bright enough to make sure she gets noticed. She has crazy blond curly hair, bright-green cat eyes, a tattoo on her butt, amongst others, and piercings in her ears (four on each), nose (just one), mouth (two at the side), and left eyebrow.

Luke is not Cat’s type.

So that’s Luke and Cat. Now back to me.

I’ve moved the car and am scanning through Luke’s playlist looking for something to lift the party mood before we all sink into clinical depression. I pick out Zoe’s One Direction album. Luke’s mates won’t like it, but it’s better than their music-to-slit-your-wrists-to, and I think I have the right not to end up in a room full of dead people on my birthday.

“I got you a drink.” Calvin Klein is tapping me on the shoulder.

I give some careful thought to his words before replying. I know they’re not very complicated, but there’s no way I’m going to make the same mistake again.

“Here.” He smiles as he hands me a can of Coke.

I take the can without removing my eyes from his face: (a) to check that he’s not messing with me, and (b) because he’s totally gorgeous and I’m not sure how to get my eyes to move away of their own accord.

“I owed you one. It was a bit mean, making you move your car like that. On your birthday and everything.”

“It’s fine. Nothing. It’s OK.” Smooth, Ashleigh. Turn into a tongue-tied idiot the minute a half-decent boy talks to you.

Actually, wait a second. I’d better get something straight here, just in case I’m giving the wrong impression. I’m not one of those brain-dead bimbos who talks about boys and makeup all the time. For one thing, I hardly ever wear makeup, and for another, boys are, well, they’re OK, but they’re not everything. As soon as I start going out with someone, I seem to lose interest in them. Most of the boys at school are losers of one variety or another. I think they all take secret lessons in how to become utter morons when they turn fifteen or sixteen. Sometimes I think we’d be better off without them.

Sometimes, but not right now.

We get talking. His name’s Dylan, and he’s in a band. He works at a clothes shop in town (“just till the band takes off ”). He’s come with some friends, but they’re all getting drunk in the next room and he’s bored because he’s the driver.

We’re getting on really well when Luke comes over, looking flustered.

“Ash, you’ve got to talk to Zoe. Nick’s just broken up with her, and she’s locked herself in the bathroom. She said she won’t speak to anyone except you.”

“Why me? You’re her brother!”

Yes, I know it’s selfish, and I’m sorry, OK? But, come on. It’s my birthday and I’m talking to the only decent guy in the place.

Luke gives me his sad, pleading eyes. “Will you go up?”

I glare at Luke while simultaneously trying to smile seductively at Dylan (not easy—try it sometime), and head for the bathroom.

Zoe opens the door a crack to check that there’s no one with me. Then she pulls me inside and plonks herself down on a wicker laundry hamper in the corner of the room. I perch on the edge of the tub, waiting for her to say something.

She’s heartbroken. Kind of. She’s been seeing Nick for three weeks and thought he was The One. But let’s be honest here. Zoe does tend to have slightly unrealistic ideas of what might constitute The One. And, to be fair, after a few days of utter despair, another One generally comes along quite quickly.

Zoe is a year younger than us. She has long blond hair (which she swears doesn’t come out of a bottle, but which was totally mousy brown for at least the first fourteen years of her life), enormous blue eyes, and pretty much her pick of all Luke’s friends.

It seems her rebound rate is speeding up, as it turns out the only reason she wants me is to find out if Dylan’s here on his own.

“It’s just that, if I met someone else, it would help me get over Nick,” she whimpers between sobs.

“He’s just asked me out, actually,” I reply quickly.

And yes, OK, hands up, I admit it isn’t technically one hundred percent true. But I’ve learned that you don’t take chances with Zoe.

She makes this kind of choking noise as she stares at me, as if I’ve just said the most unlikely thing in the entire world. Thanks, Zoe. Then she recovers and hides her shock with a cough. “Oh. Right. Great.” She yanks a towel off the radiator, wipes her nose on it, and chucks it into the hamper. “Go for it, then.”

I feel a pang of guilt. “Are you sure?”

Zoe’s leaning over the sink to squint at herself in the mirror, already over it. “Of course,” she says, getting out her lipstick. As I generally don’t have quite the same pickings as her, I decide to accept her blessing and give it a shot with Dylan.

I check myself out in the full-length mirror on the wall. My hair looks OK. It’s sort of blond, thanks to highlights, and sort of straight, thanks to straighteners. Not short, not long, it peters out somewhere around my shoulders. It’s got one obstinate kink down the left side, which I try to flatten with my hand, but fail. I look at myself sideways and hold my tummy in, even though I’m not fat. I’m kind of average, I guess. Average clothes, too. I suddenly wish I’d gone for thicker mascara, brighter eyeshadow, and something a bit more interesting than jeans and a T-shirt. But I haven’t. I don’t; it’s not me.

“You’re positive you’re all right?” I say as I turn to leave.

Zoe looks at me from the mirror. “ ’Course I am. I’m fine, honest.” She smiles. “Go on. Go. I’ll be down in a minute. Good luck!”

I give Zoe a quick hug from behind and charge back downstairs.

Dylan’s nowhere to be seen.

After I’ve sauntered casually into every downstairs room twice, and all the upstairs rooms that aren’t locked and/or don’t have any noises coming from inside, I give up and go in search of Luke instead. He’s in the kitchen. There’s a long wooden table with about twenty cans of Stella and two boxes of wine at one end and five plastic bowls of nibbles at the other. I slide onto the bench next to him and grab a handful of cashews.

“So. Where’s that what’s-his-name?” I ask in my best indifferent voice.

“Who’s what’s-his-name?”

“Umm, what was it, now . . . ? Dylan, I think.” Dead casual.

“Oh, him.” Luke’s hand hovers briefly over the pretzels before plunging into the tortilla chips. “Had to go. One of his friends threw up, and Dylan offered to take him home.”

My heart sinks under the table. “Is he coming back?”

“Don’t think so.”

My head drops. And so do my hopes. The perfect ending to a perfect birthday.

Then Luke mumbles through a mouthful of peanuts, “He asked for your phone number, actually.”

“What? Did you give it to him?”

“I couldn’t remember it—sorry.”

“Sorry? That’s it?”

Luke looks crestfallen, like he’s only just this second realized that he’s messed up. “Ash, I’m really sorry, mate. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll get his number and tell him you like him. . . .”

I can’t stay angry at Luke. “It’s OK,” I say, trying to smile. “It’s not your fault. I wasn’t that keen on him, anyway.”

Luke gives me a “Yeah, whatever” look, and I turn to my Coke, ready to sink back into my birthday blues. Then I notice something. A piece of paper stuck in the top of my can of Coke—like in the old days when they used to put a note out for the milkman saying, “Two pints tomorrow.” Except, obviously, better than that.

Ash,

I liked talking to you. Get in touch if you want.

Dylan

Under his name, he’s written his phone number.

I read the note three times.

After that, I no longer care about the music or the dancing or the couple in the corner who are, by the way, still so intent on snogging each other’s brains out that I’m surprised they haven’t died from lack of oxygen.

Dylan liked talking to me. He gave me his phone number!

I sit smiling to myself as I finish my Coke. After a bit, I decide it’s time to call it a night. I fold the note, put it carefully in my pocket, grab my coat—and Luke—and drive the two blocks home.

 

 

 

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By: Liz Kessler

Release Date: June 14, 2016 

 

 

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Kara S on Wednesday, 15 June 2016 08:54

It has unique and complex thematic content and has been very well reviewed! Thanks, Kara S

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