TITLE: The Edge of Seventeen
GENRE: Contemporary YA
Someone once told me that most girls end up choosing a guy exactly like their father. Scientists have actually studied this. It’s called sexual imprinting.
Apparently it’s evolution’s way of helping us pick a compatible mate. If it’s true, then my future is bleak. Because my dad? He’s the guy standing by the fence, licking BBQ sauce off his fingers and laughing a little too enthusiastically at something a lady in a sparkly pink halter top is saying.
And I’m pretty sure he just snuck a peek at her boobs. Gross.
I’m not the only one who has noticed, either. My mom has been giving him the evil eye all afternoon. Any normal person would have turned to stone already, but he’s obviously developed some kind of immunity to her death stare.
Either that or he just doesn’t care.
“I could not be more bored.” Taren picks a blade of grass and twirls it in her fingers. Her hair is as light as the sun and twisted into dreadlocks that brush the top of her collarbone.
“There are worse things than being bored,” Gus drawls. He’s lying on his back, baseball cap pulled over his face.
Taren rolls her eyes. “Like what?”
“Global warming, homelessness, the war in Afghanistan…”
“Here we go.” She elbows me in the ribs.
Gus sits up and trains his dark eyes on her. “Are you at all interested in what’s happening in the world?”
Taren smiles sweetly at him. “Not really.”