P.S. I like you

Kasie West

Book - 2016

Every day in chemistry class, high school student and aspiring songwriter Lily Abbott is finding notes left to her by a mystery boy, love letters really, and she hopes they are from Lucas, a boy she is attracted to--so when she finds out they are really from, she is shocked and unsure about how to respond.

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Published
New York, NY : Point 2016.
Language
English
Main Author
Kasie West (author)
Edition
First edition
Physical Description
329 pages ; 22 cm
Audience
HL570L
ISBN
9780545850971
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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 7-10-Cade and Lily have been enemies for years: he's rude about her clothes, hair, and whole vibe; she thinks he's a snotty, stuck-up rich kid. Plus, she has her eye on shaggy hipster Lucas, who looks like he could totally be on her wavelength. But when Lily scribbles some graffiti on top of the desk to combat her boredom in chemistry class, she's surprised to find a reply the next day and even more surprised when the answers continue. Soon, she's corresponding through hidden notes and bonding with her secret pen pal over a mutual interest in indie music. Who's her mysterious new friend? Little by little, Lily whittles down the number of possibilities to one that makes absolutely no sense. Although it gets off to a slow start as the author sets up the various subplots, there's much to like about this sweet love story. West allows the sworn enemies to reexamine themselves in a believable way; Lily considers that the person she becomes around her nemesis Cade is not her best self-and that the same could possibly be true for Cade. There's plenty of kissing at the end, but nothing that renders this work unsuitable for middle school readers. VERDICT Hand this one to fans of tween romance and Jennifer E. Smith's books.-Elizabeth Friend, Wester Middle School, TX © Copyright 2016. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Horn Book Review

When Lily scribbles obscure song lyrics on her desk in chemistry, she doesn't expect a response. But Lily and her mysterious desk pen pal begin writing regularly and find that perhaps there's some (romantic) chemistry there as well. Despite its predictable plot, Lily's snarky voice is engaging, and it's satisfying to see this growing relationship lend maturity to her hectic high-school life. (c) Copyright 2017. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

What happens when your intriguing pen pal and the thorn in your side are the same person?An aspiring songwriter, Lily is always jotting down ideas for songseven in chemistry class. One day, she ends up writing the lyrics to one of her favorites on her desk. The next day, she sees that someone has responded to her, and as might be expected, a conversation in letters begins. Not only does the white teen start falling for her pen pal, but she finds that his revelations about his family fuel her songwriting. But then two different catastrophes strike: her guitar is damaged beyond repair, wrecking her chance of entering a songwriting contest, and Lily discovers the letter writer is preppy, white Cade Jennings, the guy she can't standthe guy who stuck her with the nickname "Magnet," which persists two years later. Even with what she's learned about him from his letters, Lily can't get past her own immature reactions to Cade. Will her prejudices against Cade keep Lily from happiness? The answer is predictable but still satisfying. A perfectly pleasant novel, this work seems to want to be Pride and Prejudice lite.Readers after an enjoyable beach romance won't go wrong with this. (Romance. 12-16) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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From P.S. I Like You I was excited to read the letter. The letter that I had retrieved from beneath my desk in Chemistry and was now unfolded on top of my desk. Track 8 on Blackout's Blue Album? I haven't listened to that one yet. I only have their first album. And even though it goes against my reverse psychology theory of how I handle life, if you think it's good, I'll try it out. Any other bands I should add to my 'shutting out the world' playlist? I could use some of that to deal with my life right now. Does that make me sound pathetic? I'm not, most of the time. I'm actually a pretty fun guy when not at home. Guy? He's a he? My eyes went back to the desktop -- to the line that had made me think he was a girl. It was still there. His claim that he wanted to be Blackout when he grew up. So it had been a joke? He liked to joke. He was a guy. A guy who liked the same music as me and was bored in Chemistry and had a sense of humor. We were soul mates. I smiled a little then shook my head. The guy was bored and was writing me letters to pass time. He wasn't asking me out or anything. I realized my brain had stopped mid-letter. I read the rest. So what should we chat about that's not so depressing? I'm open for suggestions. Perhaps one of the following topics: Death, cancer, global warming (or is it climate change now?), animal cruelty ... I turned over the page, but that was the end. We'd filled up an entire page with our back and forth communication. Which meant I got to keep this page. I folded it nicely and stuck it in my bag. I stared at the new clean sheet in front of me then wrote: How about we discuss the fact that you're a guy. Let's get married and have cute Indie Rock babies. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing and dropped that sheet of paper in my backpack by my feet. I wasn't even going to mention the fact that he was a he. I was going to pretend I knew all along. Because it changed nothing. Excerpted from P. S. I Like You by Kasie West All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.