This is a book that was a departure from my contemporary YA novels. I needed a spring story, so I wrote one, borrowing heavily from my own response to Shakespearian comedy. Not that I am in any way suggesting that Shakespeare and I share brilliance. I just needed to remember how I’d felt watching and acting in the plays. In spring. When romance was in the air, and nothing was working out right.
What you have here are the the first five chapters of this book. As always, the material is copyrighted.