So, you know how Amber was always OFF ON ONE in Am I Normal Yet? about the other spinster club girls and their boy troubles? Well, I decided it would be fun if Miss Cynic fell in love. Hard.
I can’t believe How Hard Can Love Be? is out TODAY. I hope you love Amber’s journey as much as I do. Here’s to nice boys who call themselves feminists, Dumbledore’s Army, rainbows, and American roadtrips. See you at Summer Camp!
To celebrate the launch of How Hard Can Love Be? we will be hosting #14DaysofLove – a celebration
of love in all its forms – from first love to friendships to family. Keep an eye out for exclusive videos, competitions and more! Join in with #14daysoflove and #HHCLB.
Here at the Usborne YA Shelfie HQ,
there’s nothing we like better than nattering about our favourite
characters while enjoying a biscuit or three. It only seemed logical
therefore that we brighten up Monday afternoons with:
A BOY AND A BISCUIT or A GIRL AND A GATEAU
Monday, we will be sharing one of our favourite characters, along with
the biscuit we think they’re most suited to. So, without further ado, I
am very pleased to introduce our first boy, and our first biscuit…
BISCUIT: Jaffa Cake (we are, for the purposes of this post, counting this as a biscuit…)
REASON: When Noah, the mysterious but incredibly attractive guitarist, locks eyes with Poppy at a gig, we fell head-over-heels in love more quickly than you can say “McVitie’s”.
Like Noah, the Jaffa Cake has really nailed the whole “dark and brooding” thing on the outside. But we’re not fooled by that, no. We know both Noah and the Jaffa are full of sweetness and jam on the inside, with hearts of (orangey) gold. Noah is also very dependable but not afraid to show his emotions, which we thought was perfectly matched with the Jaffa’s solid but subtle cake base.
Noah, meet your biscuit match!
And ready yourselves for much more biscuity excellence next Monday when we reveal our next #BoyandaBiscuit…
Am I Normal Yet? has college crushes and first date disasters, but for International Kissing Day we wanted a good dose of earth-shattering love and romance! So we’ve re-visited Holly’s debut novel Soulmates for a little bit of kissing action. You’re welcome!
“So,” he said, “do you still not believe in love?” I sighed, not wanting to admit I felt I could fall for him; that I’d already fallen for him, like a stupid lovesick puppy with no self-control. “Is that why you brought me here, to the romantic lights of suburbia?” I said, my voice sarcastic to cover my emotion. “To make a convert out of me?” Noah cupped my face in his hands as he leaned into me. My body went into sensory overload and I almost drowned in how good it felt. “Actually,” he murmured. “I brought you here to do this.” He dipped his face towards mine and our lips finally met. He kissed me slowly, tentatively. I closed my eyes, ran my fingers through his soft hair, and kissed him back. He tasted how he smelled, like apples. The world dissolved. It was just us. Our mouths. Our bodies. His hands moved down my back and I shivered. He gently pulled me closer to him. Every atom of my body was tingling. After what seemed like no time at all – but at the same time must have been ages – we broke apart. My eyes fluttered open, my head still spinning, and to my surprise I was greeted by complete darkness. “Noah. I’ve gone blind,” I said, opening and shutting my eyes to see if there was any difference. A different type of chill ran down my spine and my euphoric high was replaced with dread. I looked around me but there was only black. The landscape of lights beneath us had disappeared. My heart started thumping. Noah broke the tension by laughing. “You’re not blind, you drama queen. There’s obviously been some kind of power cut. Look, I’m waving. You must be able to see me in the moonlight.” I looked towards the direction of his voice, and yes, I could see a vague outline of his head. Relief found me. “Hang on,” Noah’s voice said. His form started getting clearer as my eyes adjusted to the dark. “I’ll get my phone out and we can use that for light.” I heard him shuffling in his pockets and kept blinking. “I should eat more carrots,” I muttered absent-mindedly. “What’s that?” “Nothing.”
Happy International Kissing Day everyone! For more Poppy and Noah (and many more steamy smooches), get your hands on a copy of Soulmates! What are you waiting for?