YA Fiction, Published May 8, 2012
Read September 2011, 204 pp
Libby Kelting had always felt herself born out of time. No wonder the historical romance-reading, Jane Austen-adaptation-watching, all-around history nerd jumped at the chance to intern at Camden Harbor, Maine’s Oldest Living History Museum.
But at Camden Harbor Libby’s just plain out of place, no matter how cute she looks in a corset. Her cat-loving coworker hates her, the geeky local reporter keeps pushing her buttons, the sailor she’s dating is more shipwreck than dreamboat, and Camden Harbor might be haunted.
Over the course of one unforgettable summer, Libby learns that boys, like ghosts, aren’t always what they seem.
This book was one of my favorite reads for 2011 and I have already pre-ordered myself a final copy for my bookshelves! I absolutely adored Libby’s sarcastic sense of humor. As a history buff, Libby cannot wait to start her summer job at a living museum. When she finally gets there though, she is immediately thrust into a quirky group of teenagers – from the “suffragette” who’s barely sufferable, the marine biologists, the journalism intern, to the hottie squaddies. Libby doesn’t immediately take to her corseted pilgrim outfit, but soon loves meeting with the children teaching the cooking and needlework that women pilgrims did. She also soon finds herself in a love triangle with one of the hottest hottie squaddies and the insufferable journalist student (who she has to share a room with).
This will be the perfect summer “beach” read. It’s a feel good, unputdownable read – be prepared to laugh!
Quotes (taken from ARC):
“I’ll be like an eighteenth-century Disney princess! Colonial Cinderella!”
“NO CELL PHONES?!” I exploded. “They shatter the illusion of the eighteenth-century village,” Maddie explained calmly. “But what if we hide them from the tourists? And only check them when no one’s around?” I wheedled. What if Dev needed me? What if Meryl Streep needed him to get an unpublished Harry Potter manuscript and I was the only one who could help? Not that I’d know how to do that anyway, but that was beside the point.
Now, here is the dirty little secret of almost every girl who loves history: somewhere along the line, she fell for a fictional historical hottie. Maybe it was Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy in that dripping wet shirt. Or Clark Gable imagining Vivien Leigh without her shimmy. Or a rascally Hugh Grant charming a girl Senseless. Even Leonard DiCaprio clinging to the Titanic as he slowly turned blue. Believe you me. If a girl loves history, this probably happened.
Easy, breezy, beautiful, ColonialGirl.
I like a little something on under my petticoats, thank you very much.
I don’t want to spend my summer in a Nancy Drew – Hardy Boys Crossover Mystery Super Spectacular,” Garrett shouted. “I want this to be a piece of serious journalism.”
“Why do you keep saying my name like it’s in air quotes?” he interrupted. “What are you talking about?” I snapped. “You keep saying ‘Garret’ like it’s allegedly my name.”
“You don’t need to call her you-know-who, Suze. We’re not in Harry Potter, and she’s not Voldemort. Fear of a name creates fear of a thing. Or whatever it was that Dumbledore said.”
“Why, thank you, my dear. Might as well just stick a feather in my hat and call it macaroni.”
Suddenly everything was clear. Maybe Prince Charming just looked charming and wasn’t charming at all. Maybe he was just a cocky asshole with a crown and a boat.
Thanks to NetGalley and Graphia/Houghton Mifflin Harcourt for providing me with an e-copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.