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"ARE WE TOO YOUNG FOR THIS?" It's 1995, Cleo Hardy's friend Emma ross recently died within a car crash and is now trying to cope with her death while trying to figure herself out now as a highschool senior TW: topics of abuse, underaged drinking, drug addiction, swearing, murder, smoking, and death, topics of SA
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Meet Emma Ellerbee and her best friend Roo Bailey. Together, they share a love of anything chocolate, retro 90's music, and 15-year-old hottie, Nick Rangioni. From tent-hopping on Friday nights (backyard camping parties called "The Tents"), to the annual block party ("Affair on the Square"), neighborhood traditions spark more than bonfires and star-gazing. It's a funny breeding ground for awkward crushes, proving that life doesn't always work out the way we want it to...and that true friendship is often the sweetest gift. ********** From one ridiculously bad decision after another, 14-year-old Emma Ellerbee tries to navigate her hormones, parties, hot neighbors across the street, a pesky 10-year-old, 4 older brothers, and her best friend. Has Emma met her match with the Rangioni crew? Plus, how many cupcakes can one girl eat?? Will Roo eventually forgive Emma for that one little (gigantic) mistake? And can Emma finally forgive herself? ********** [Excerpt from Nick Next Door, Novel is PG rated] [Light & Fun, Easy Read] I'm still fuming when I make it back to my house, but the sight of my mom and Roo baking, and the delicious smell of sugar, instantly lifts my mood. "Ray of Light" by Madonna is streaming in the kitchen. "How did it go?" Roo asks. "Exactly as I expected." "That bad?" "Like if the Titanic was also hit by a meteor." "Want to talk about it?" "Never again." "Thanks, honey," my mom interjects. "For going over there. I really appreciate it - still feel like baking?" "Yeah, I'm in." I grab a whisk and a bowl, along with some eggs. It's time to bake. **********

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