❝ She was soft-hued; muted in color. Like peaches 'n' cream. Or pastel macarons- tough exterior, shell-like; soft interior, cream-like. . . . Delicate and collapsible. ❞ - T. D. † English Literature student, Tristan Delacroix never thought of himself as a poet; merely an observer. A linguaphile who captured moments of deceptive insignificance on his typewriter. Street muralist, Faye Hughes never thought of herself as a bohemian landscapist; merely a girl who liked colors and mixing her own paints. A pastelist who smeared moments of juxtaposing emotions on Philly's walls. And on one fateful starry night, the word-loving observer met the bohemian landscapist... Copyright © 2014 Madhu

Rosie Alder-Pembrook isn’t planning on letting her ultra-feminist club get shut down due to the senior class council’s budget cutbacks (and to be honest, it’s kind of killing her senior year buzz). But when it seems that the only way to revive it is to strike a deal with the semi-sexist/mostly ignorant Class Council president, Peter Bevan, to help him fix what he broke with ex-girlfriend/real life Barbie doll, Ella Hall, she’s made to wonder if it’s quite worth selling her soul over. And so, alongside her best friend, (who she’s sure wasn’t always this hot) a group of angry teenage feminists, and the outlandishly willing drama department, Rosie embarks on a mission to reclaim her beloved club – at whatever the cost.