Love blossoms by the lake in this sweet summer romance, in the tradition of Seventeeth Summer and Sixteenth Summer. Chelsea isnt looking forward to her summer at the lake. Its the first time her family has been there since her grandmother died, and she cant break out of her funk. Read Fifteenth Summer by Michelle Dalton for free with a 30 day free trial. Read unlimited* books and audiobooks on the web, iPad, iPhone. byDalton, Michelle "Fifteen-year-old Chelsea and her family are spending the summer at a Borrow this book to access EPUB and PDF files.
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(Read ebook) Fifteenth Summer. Fifteenth Summer Michelle Dalton ePub | *DOC | audiobook | ebooks | Download PDF. # in Books. Fifteenth Summer by Michelle Dalton - Love blossoms by the lake in this sweet summer romance, in the tradition of Seventeeth Summer and Sixteenth Summer. Fifteen-year-old Chelsea and her family are spending the summer at a cottage on Lake Michigan, where Chelsea meets and falls for Josh, the cute and shy.
He would make me swoon for reasons that were mine alone. Dave Sugarman?
There was no swoon there. The most I could manage for him was an uncomfortable smile while we raised our arms over our heads and swished our hips around, throwing in the occasional clap or semi-grindy deep knee bend.
When I glanced at the other couples nearby, I took comfort in the fact that they almost all looked as awkward and goofy as I felt. There was one exception, though. Emma and Ethan. They seemed to fit together as neatly as their names. Ethan was definitely tall enough to partner Emma. He put his hands on her waist and swung her around in graceful circles.
He held her hand over her head, and she improvised a triple pirouette before landing lightly on his chest.
Do you even have to ask if their dance ended in a dip? But Ethan left the dance floor with Emma. They headed directly outside, where, according to Emma, they leaned against the school and kissed for a full twenty minutes without coming up for air.
That twenty minutes was all she needed to fall deeply, deeply in love. Dancers are like that. One good dip, and they are yours. After that, Emma stopped obsessing about the Intensive and started obsessing about her new boyfriend. Most of the time I felt like I was just the opposite—no body, all head. I knew nothing of this soul-touching kind of kiss.
And awkward. And, to tell the truth, kind of gross. I was happy for Emma. But it felt weird to watch her join this club that I was so not a member of.
Before you became a member of this been-in-love club, life was murky, mysterious, and, most of all, small. Post-love, I imagined, your world expanded with all the things you suddenly knew. You knew what it was like to open the front door and feel a burst of elation because your boy was standing there. She had a string of two-month relationships behind her.
But Hannah had definitely been there. She seemed to be completely recovered now, though. She grabbed her sleek, white smart phone out of her bag. Abbie and I were bitterly jealous of it. You know we want to spend some quality time with you this summer. I know you. You could have dune grass or seagull feathers in your hair. Like all competitive swimmers, Abbie snapped herself into a high-necked, long-legged black bodysuit for her distance swims.
This is my first time reading Michelle Dalton's novel - ever and I was glad to have given this novel a fair chance. This book was exactly what I was looking for - a cute, If you're searching for a sweet, feel-good, summer read brimming with a touch of an adorable, first romance, a nice storyline, and relatable characters, then set your sights upon this book!
The book tells of a year-old girl, Chelsea, who is staying with her parents at her grandmother's house in Michigan for a summer vacation, but she is absolutely dreading it because this is her first time returning to her grandmother's house ever since her beloved grandma has passed away. Chelsea doesn't want to be around the haunting memories of her grandma and she is seeking out for a fresh, new change of scenery. While living there, she finds a newfound happiness, solace, and love in Josh, a guy who's cute for his own good who happens to work at the bookstore, and the embrace of a new job at a coffee shop.
But soon Chelsea realizes that her summer days are about to be numbered because she will eventually be returning home after summer. Fifteenth Summer is a novel filled with heavy doses of sweetness, a lingering feeling of happiness, and bittersweet moments.
This novel is certainly not as compelling as some of the best contemporary novels that I've read, but it's still a pretty decent read. Fifteenth Summer is a book that I would wholeheartedly recommend to very young fans, ages ranging from mainly because this kind of book is a bit young for older teenagers. Which Hannah had sort of understood, being a studious type herself.
She seemed to be completely recovered now, though. She grabbed her sleek, white smart phone out of her bag. Abbie and I were bitterly jealous of it. Hannah muttered, tapping away at the phone screen. You know we want to spend some quality time with you this summer. I know you. I know, Mom, Hannah said with the tiniest of sighs.
I think my guy is a runner, Abbie said. You could have dune grass or seagull feathers in your hair. Like all competitive swimmers, Abbie snapped herself into a high-necked, long-legged black bodysuit for her distance swims.
It made her look like a slick-skinned seal.
A cute little bikini it was not. Abbie put on her cocky Supergirl face. You know I look hot in my Speedo, she said. Hannah and I glanced at each other, silently agreeing. She had a perma-tan that made her limbs almost glow. Her waist had been whittled down by eight million strokes of the Australian crawl.
Clearly just the thought of swimming made Abbie antsy.
Hannah and I protested together. Abbie groaned. She flopped her arm into the front seat and tapped my dad on the shoulder. You guys, remind me why we got rid of the minivan again? Other than the fact that it was a giant, ugly egg, you mean?
I asked. I had a dream of someday having a vintage car with giant tail fins, a pastel paint job, and wide, white leather seats. Mom twisted in her seat to look at us with wistful eyes that she quickly whitewashed with one of her forcefully perky smiles. It was time for a grown-up car. Plus, this little guy gets fifty-one miles to the gallon, Dad said, giving the putty-colored dashboard a pat.
Abbie sighed. No, I said defensively. By which, of course, I meant yes.