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A fierce and body-positive celebration of friendship, first crushes and loving yourself. Emily knows she's smart. Emily knows she's funny. Emily knows she's awesome. Emily knows she's fat. She doesn't need anyone to tell her any of these things—she likes herself and she likes her body. She just thinks it's time everyone else caught up.

Studentin bei Tag – Bestsellerautorin bei Nacht. Unter dem Pseudonym A. Lovelace schreibt Livia supererfolgreiche Liebesromane. Und nun soll ihr Buch verfilmt werden! Einziger Haken: Ausgerechnet Julian Collins, der abgestürzte Star, soll die männliche Hauptrolle verkörpern. Für Julian ist es die letzte Chance, seine Karriere zu retten. Dass er dazu in einem »Kitschroman« mitspielen muss, schmeckt ihm gar nicht. Auch Livia hat wenig übrig für den arroganten Julian. Doch dann schlägt Julian die Rolle eiskalt aus und die Verfilmung steht auf der Kippe.

When sixteen-year-old Aubergine’s parents uproot her from the posh NYC life to live off-grid in a tiny home, she reaches out to the only person available for friendship—the boy-next-door. Aubergine White, a talented ballerina and a self-professed mean girl, who enjoys all the advantages of being a gorgeous, rich girl at her elite New York City private school, seems to have it all, until her parents get fed up with the hustle of city life and whisk her a thousand miles away to homestead off-grid in Montana.

Pyper Lewis has all the answers to all the questions, just ask anyone. She knows exactly how to make this the most amazing senior year of all time for herself, and her friends. There's only one problem. It has four ugly letters and causes her very worst memories. Prom.

It was already a weird Friday. My class is stuck on an eerily remote island for our senior trip, I’m pretty sure Mr. D (“call me Max”) is hiding something from us, my ex–best friend turned nemesis keeps stealing my candy, and tonight’s plan for my boyfriend and me to finally lose our virginity to each other is going hellishly. I mean, ceviche is delicious, don’t get me wrong. But a dish made from a supposedly immortal octopus should really come with a warning label.