I received this book for free from blog tours in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Series: Hundred Oaks #3
Published by Sourcebooks Fire on March 1st, 2013
Genres: Contemporary, Love & Romance, Young Adult
Source: blog tours
Kate has always been the good girl. Too good, according to some people at school—although they have no idea the guilty secret she carries. But this summer, everything is different...
This summer she’s a counselor at Cumberland Creek summer camp, and she wants to put the past behind her. This summer Matt is back as a counselor too. He’s the first guy she ever kissed, and he’s gone from a geeky songwriter who loved The Hardy Boys to a buff lifeguard who loves to flirt - with her.
Kate used to think the world was black and white, right and wrong. Turns out, life isn’t that easy...
Kate is the good Christian girl who does no wrong, who doesn’t drink, or do drugs, and certainly doesn’t have a boyfriend. Until her summer job as a camp counsellor, she meets her childhood friend Matt who shows her how much she’s been missing.
I loved Catching Jordan, and I couldn’t wait until Stealing Parker, so once I knew another book was in the works, I immediately signed up for the tour. Miranda’s writing is witty, and simple and her style is just so easy to read that I get lost in their world..Even if it’s only for a little while. I was a little disappointed about the lack of plot, but then again most contemporary reads are just day-to-day musings of the main character’s lives right? It’s also in the way the teenagers were represented. Christian teenagers who used their faith to be the good person, yet what they really did were normal teenage things such as partying and drinking.
I can’t decide whether I like or dislike Kate because her thoughts are so muddled by her beliefs. I can’t even understand some of her logical thoughts..Sometimes I would want to shake her and other times I would want to hug her. She’s definitely a character that grows and matures, and I liked reading along as she finally realized it. I always find that reading a character who has such different beliefs would be hard, and it was in this case. Kate definitely is flawed, and that’s probably what makes her character so relatable.
Good characters with flawed pasts.
Adorable, but isn’t Kate supposed to have black hair???
Not a lot of plot to keep the story going, but it was still nonetheless a cute book.
Overall, if you love cute romance novels and even more flawed characters, then read this one.
Girls like me do not buy pregnancy tests. I drag my pencil down the paper, drawing tears rolling from her eyes. Girls like me sing in the church choir. Every spring break, I go on mission trips to Honduras, where we renovate houses for the underprivileged. I do all my homework every night, and before I go to bed, I kiss Daddy’s cheek and tell him I wish he’d go to the doctor about his blood pressure and start getting more exercise than walking Fritz and scooping his poop.
I’ve only kissed one boy my entire life
Emily called that day, crying. “Kate,” she said between sobs. “You can’t tell anyone. Not even your mom.”
I drove to Walmart two towns away, over in Green Hills, so no one would see me buying the test. I trembled as I carried the box to the self-checkout lane. I scanned, bagged and paid, and bit back tears, because my best friend of fifteen years—since we were three years old—might have accidentally gotten pregnant by her long-time boyfriend.
I didn’t even know they had had sex. It’s not something they would tell. If anyone found out that Jacob, son of Brother Michael—our preacher at church—got a girl pregnant out of wedlock? Chaos.
It wouldn’t look good for Emily either. She’s like me. Always wears clean T-shirts and none of her jeans have holes or loose strings. She would never even think about smoking a cigarette. She doesn’t go over the speed limit. She plays the violin and has a scholarship lined up to attend Belmont University in Nashville.
But Emily made a mistake.
I use my black coloring pencil to shade her hair. My red pencil fills in her lips, turned upside down in a frown.
And then I made an even bigger mistake: I helped her.