Jessica s guide to dating on the dark side
It was a dreary early morning right after Labor Day, and I was waiting for the school bus, just minding my own business, standing at the end of the dirt lane that connected my family’s farmhouse to the main road into town. Dilly put the bus in gear, and I stumbled down the aisle, searching for an empty seat or a friendly face among the half-groggy riders. The town kids were probably still sleeping, safe and sound in their beds. "Jessica evolves nicely with each new shocking revelation, becoming, over the course of the novel, an intriguing and strong protagonist . The story is highly entertaining with plenty of action, drama, romance, as well as self-discovery." — School Library Journal "Fantaskey's novel is far more than a romantic fantasy . I was thinking about how many times I’d probably waited for that bus over the course of a dozen years, killing time like any mathlete would, by doing calculations in my head, when I noticed him. Locating a spot at the very back of the bus, I plopped down with a rush of relief. Maybe my imagination had run wild, or too many episodes of America’s Most Wanted had messed with my head. Why on Earth did they give her a motorcycle in this one? One time in the real book she was so desperate she rode a horse in the rain.And she did not have an attitude problem, she loved her parents and was muy simpatico.The tree’s low, gnarled branches twisted down around him, nearly concealing him in limbs and leaves and shadows. And why did my dad have to be so big on mass transit, anyhow?But it was obvious that he was tall and wearing a long, dark coat, almost like a cloak. He must have realized I’d spotted him, because he shifted a little, like he was deciding whether to leave. It had never struck me how vulnerable I’d been all those mornings I’d waited out there alone, but the realization hit me hard then. Why couldn’t I own a car, like practically every other senior?It was a dreary early morning right after Labor Day, and I was waiting for the school bus, just minding my own business, standing at the end of the dirt lane that connected my family’s farmhouse to the main road into town.
But no, I had to "share the ride" to save the environment. But no, I had to “share the ride” to save the environment.When I’m abducted by the menacing guy under the tree, Dad will probably insist my face only appear on recycled milk cartons.... Dilly put the bus in gear, and I stumbled down the aisle, searching for an empty seat or a friendly face among the half- groggy riders. The town kids were probably still sleeping, safe and sound in their beds.When I’m abducted by the menacing guy under the tree, Dad will probably insist my face only appear on recycled milk cartons. The undead can really screw up your senior year ...
Armed with newfound confidence and a copy of Growing Up Undead: A Teen Vampire’s Guide to Dating, Health, and Emotions, Jessica makes a dramatic transition from average American teenager to glam European vampire princess. Twisting around, I peered out the rear window, and my heart sank. And if he knew that obscure fact, what else did the dark stranger, receding in the mist, know about my past? The romance sizzles, the plot develops ingeniously and suspensefully, and the satire sings."— Publishers Weekly, starred review"Fantaskey sustains a wholly believable contemporary teen world against a backdrop of vampire romance—Jessica and her friends look and talk like real teens, and her wry sense of humor is delightful, especially when describing an archrival who has her eye on Lucius.