Dear Ms. Shea:
Every good fairy tale has a princess, a perfect Prince
Charming and plenty of magical kisses. 17-year-old Alaina Andersen wants that
Alaina has always felt like a frog, but she knows that the
perfect kiss can turn a frog into a princess. She's waiting for her fairy tale--for
the white knight to come riding in and sweep her off her feet, the one magic
moment that will make life perfect and give her a "happily ever
after" ending. When Shane Crawford, the most gorgeous boy in school,
kisses her, she thinks she might finally have a chance, but the kiss is a
disaster, and Alaina doesn’t feel like she’s changed at all.
Alaina turns to her friend Kendra for guidance. Since
seventh grade, when Kendra started telling her about all the mean things the
other girls were saying behind her back, Alaina has known Kendra was the only
friend she could really trust. But when Shane comes begging for another chance
to win her heart, and the “mean girls” turn out to be pretty nice, Alaina
begins to think Kendra might be more wicked witch than fairy godmother.
In a twist on the classic fairy tale, KISSING FROGS is a
49,000-word contemporary Young Adult novel about a girl who is already a swan,
but allows a manipulative “friend” to convince her she’s an ugly duckling,
until she finally has the courage to stand up for herself.
The bell rang, and I jumped up, scurrying out of class
before my best friend, Kendra, could catch up with me.
“Hi gorgeous, how was your day?” My second best friend,
Jarod, met me at the door and took my books.
I rolled my eyes and glanced back into the classroom. Mr.
Finn was talking to Kendra about her grades again. I had at least five minutes.
“There isn’t much to tell,” I stepped into the hallway.
“Typical Tuesday. No tests, no big assignments. Pretty boring. What about you?”
I sat on the wobbly old desk Mr. Finn keeps outside his
classroom, careful to avoid the pile of graded homework assignments stacked in
the corner. Jarod twirled the combination and yanked my locker open. “Well, I’m
talking to a knockout with the most beautiful long, blonde hair you’ve ever
seen. Overall, it’s been a great day.”
He dropped his backpack on the bottom shelf and handed my
flute to me. Turning back to my locker with a scowl, he tore down the list
Kendra had taped to the inside of the door.
“How many times do I have to get rid of this?” he demanded.
“You don’t need garbage like this cluttering up your space.”
I shrugged. “Kendra says…”
“Kendra’s evil. She is not your friend. What kind of sick, twisted
person would make you keep a list of your flaws taped next to your mirror? Who
came up with these lies, anyway? You do not have a big nose!”