Publisher Description

At Penford High School, Brittany Taylor is the queen bee. She dates whomever she likes, rules over her inner circle of friends like Genghis Khan, and can ruin anyone's life with a snap of perfectly manicured fingers. Just ask the unfortunate few who have crossed her. For April Bowers, Brittany is the answer to her prayers. April is so unpopular, kids don't know she exists. One lunch spent at Brittany's table, and April is basking in the glow of popularity. But Brittany's friendship comes with a high price tag, and April decides it's not worth the cost. Inspiring and empowering, this is the story of one girl who decides to push back. AGES 12 + AUTHOR: Amy Holder has worked as an assistant teacher in a Montessori school, as a therapeutic staff support for youth with mental health and/or emotional issues, and for a nonprofit agency helping special needs children. She lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

Author Biography

Amy Holder has worked in the early education, social service, and freelance writing and design fields prior to being published. Originally from upstate New York, Amy resides in the Philadelphia area with her many adopted pets. To find out more, visit her website at

Review

"Holder presents the teen milieu through realistic dialogue and situations, and lightens heavy moments with humor. The protagonist is well developed, and her struggles and gradual self-realizations are believable as she ultimately finds true friends and the self-confidence to make the right choices."--School Library Journal --

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"Holder presents the teen milieu through realistic dialogue and situations, and lightens heavy moments with humor. The protagonist is well developed, and her struggles and gradual self-realizations are believable as she ultimately finds true friends and the self-confidence to make the right choices."--School Library Journal

Excerpt from Book

CHAPTER ONE Sitting near Darci Madison on the school bus is enough to put anyone with woman-sprout issues over the edge. Sure, she might wear a push-up bra, but the point is that she has more than enough there to push up. I, on the other hand, don''t. I glance down to critique my Kleenex sculpture...and can''t help but compare her jiggle to my stationary tissue wads. Tormented by the abundant boobage sitting across from me, I hesitatingly admit to myself that yes, I am an addict. I''m not a drug addict--no, too risky and expensive. I''m not a sex addict--please, I haven''t even had a decent make-out session sans drool and cheap cologne. Something that others blow their noses into happens to be my addiction of choice. I, April Bowers, am a tissue-wasting, size-34C-obsessed bosom sculptor. Yes, I confess...I am a bra stuffer. As I ponder the injustice of having a bellybutton that sticks out farther than my 34AA chest, I begin to wonder if instead of growing out, my boobage is growing inward. Maybe if I were inside out I''d have the body of a goddess. What a fantastic theory. My brief smile is abruptly halted by a speed bump that makes Darci''s ginormous boobs heave from her chest. A panic bubble lodges in my throat as the bus slows to a stop. The bus driver opens the door with a shrewd grin. She watches me in the rearview mirror as I approach the exit. "First-day jitters?" she says. I glance down at my chewed fingernails, smiling passively. First-day jitters doesn''t quite describe where I''m at right now. Early-life crisis is more like it. With heavy feet, I slowly slink down the steps to emerge onto the hazardous war zone that most refer to as Penford High School. The ominous sand-colored building stands before me like a large enemy barrack. D

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