Keeping the Moon
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Never underestimate the power of friendship.
When Colie goes to spend the summer at the beach, she doesn’t expect much.
But Colie didn’t count on meeting Morgan and Isabel.
Through them, she learns what true friendship is all about, and finally starts to realize her potential.
And that just might open the door to her first chance at love. . . .
“A down-to-earth Cinderella story. . . captures that special feeling.” —The New York Post
Also by Sarah Dessen:
Along for the Ride
Lock and Key
The Moon and More
Someone Like You
The Truth About Forever
What Happened to Goodbye
this. “Nude modeling,” she added, doing another filter. “Apparently, it was quite horrifying. I mean, my mother never really recovered. She said she could never look at the mail the same way again.” “Wow,” I said. “I know,” Morgan replied. “Mira never understood what all the fuss was about. But from then on, everyone already had their ideas about her. You’re not rolling those tight enough.” “What?” I said, startled. “You need to pull that napkin tighter,” she said, pointing. “See how they’re
together we’d stand, him on his side of the food window, me on mine, and just talk. Days I worked with Isabel he was my only ally, but from the kitchen he couldn’t do much. “This is yours,” Isabel said, pulling the rest of my order and dropping it on my tray. “You need to get this stuff out, not leave it sitting there getting cold and taking up space.” “I was getting it. But then you—” “I don’t give a crap.” She didn’t even turn around. “Just do your job, okay? That’s all I’m asking.” “I am,”
name of her best-selling inspirational tape. I heard someone coming down the hallway and I turned, thinking it was Isabel. But it wasn’t. It was one of the girls from the counter, and even squinting through the screen between us I could recognize Caroline Dawes. She saw me, too, and looked just as surprised. For some crazy reason I thought that maybe, just maybe, things would be all right. We weren’t at school. We weren’t even at home. We were miles away. So I smiled at her. “Oh, my God,” she
off the bottle, running her finger around the neck. “Who was that girl, yesterday?” she asked. “The one who said those things about you.” I looked up at Mira’s room. She’d moved back to the end of the bed and had Cat Norman in her arms. As she petted him his tail twitched back and forth, back and forth. “Just this girl from school.” “She thought she knew you pretty well.” “She hates me,” I said. “Why?” I looked down at the grass, brushing my fingers across it. I could feel her waiting for
“But it was very, very cool.” When we pulled into the driveway, the headlights lit up the front porch, where a man was sitting on the steps. He stood up and squinted at us. “Oh,” Morgan said, one hand flying up to her mouth. “Oh,” Isabel groaned. “Great.” “Mark!” Morgan shrieked, hardly even pausing to stop the car before she got out and ran across the grass, up the steps and into his arms. We were rolling toward the beach until Isabel reached down and yanked up the e-brake. “I thought you