A girl named Blithe Delilah Ellaine Johnson (pretty long name, right?), tells a story of a boy she knew to her eleven-year old friend, Lance.
In the beginning of her story, things aren't exactly the way they are now. Her story isn't the usual cliché girl-hates-boy and boy-secretly-likes-girl situation. No, it's far from that. She retells how it was before. She relives every second of her past and they both laugh at all the funny situations she encountered, cried in all the painful memories, and smiled at the realizations and lessons learned in the story.
This goes on for some time but not without the typical problems and dilemmas crashing down on them. But as she tells the story of someone else, she slowly starts to unravel her own.
This story might get it's fair share of cliché, it's only justified for you to read this and give it a chance. Give "Now That I'm Taken" a chance and a small amount of your time...