GENRE: YA Romantic Comedy
All things that can be considered—and oftentimes are—just a bit crazy.
With an alcoholic father and an absentee mother, seventeen-year old Eppie Aberdeen has learned firsthand that life’s circumstances aren’t always sunshine and roses.
So Eppie doesn’t expect the fairytale, because reality certainly isn’t one. She’s not waiting on the handsome prince with his white horse to come to her rescue. But even though she’s not waiting on it, that doesn’t stop nineteen-year-old Lincoln Ross from driving straight into her heart with his teal and white campervan and his too tall stature and perpetually goofy grin.
It’s difficult to believe in a happily ever after when a happy now is quite hard to find. But Lincoln gives Eppie hope that despite the odds, a true and unconditional love might actually be out there. A revised fairytale. A new kind of love story.
But then again, that might just be plain crazy.
(Love Like Crazy is an upper YA novel.)
About the Author
Megan Squires lives with her husband and two children just outside of Sacramento, California. A graduate from the University of California, Davis, Megan is now a full-time mother, wife, and dreamer--though her characters don't often give her much opportunity to sleep.
"Hey." The sound came out of him an octave deeper than all the others. "Can I ask your opinion on something else?"
"What's your opinion on kissing me?"
I stopped breathing, aware that if I kept doing it, it would be all shaky and quivering. Utterly humiliating.
"I mean, not right now." I was so grateful Lincoln continued talking so his words could mask the nervous vibration in my exhale. I desperately needed another breath. Things were getting that fuzzy rimmed blackness that precluded passing out. "But, like, someday. Like, can I someday kiss you? Even if someday is really far off. Would that be okay?"
"I think that might be okay. Someday."
“I've actually got a new sorta-boyfriend and I suppose maybe I'll have shake-the-rafters, rattle-the-windows sex with him since I'll finally be legal and all."
"Eponine," Phil hissed. Maube I'd only said it for the reaction, because there was absolutely no way that would be happening withing the month. I could count the numbers of boys I'd merely kissed on one hand. I didn't even need a hand at all to number the guys I'd slept with. I figured the integer wasn't about to change any time soon, either.
"Obviously I'm kidding, Phil." His posture relaxed, only slightly. "We'll be quiet.”