Publication Date: December 8, 2015
Reading Level: Young Adult
It’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey...With her trusty baton and six insanely organized clipboards, drum major Liza Sanders is about to take Destiny by storm—the boat, that is. When Liza discovered that her beloved band was losing funding, she found Destiny, a luxury cruise ship complete with pools, midnight chocolate buffets, and a $25,000 spring break talent show prize.Liza can’t imagine senior year without the band, and nothing will distract her from achieving victory. She’s therefore not interested when her old camp crush, Lenny, shows up on board, looking shockingly hipster-hot. And she’s especially not interested in Russ, the probably-as-dumb-as-he-is-cute prankster jock whose ex, Demi, happens be Liza’s ex–best friend and leader of the Athenas, a show choir that’s the band’s greatest competition.But it’s not going to be smooth sailing. After the Destiny breaks down, all of Liza’s best-laid plans start to go awry. Liza likes to think of herself as an expert at almost everything, but when it comes to love, she’s about to find herself lost at sea.
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Huck gives me a slight shake. “Liza, the man’s a glorified babysitter, not an electrician. So stop taking cues from a grown-up in a sailor suit and chill out.”
“The time travel issue is, well, difficult. Video? I’ll mull. And making sure that Mr. Curtis stays distracted . . . hmmm,” Huck says. He grabs a bunch of my windblown hair and gives it a little tug. “That I can do.”
“Liza, I got more plot than a Stephen King novel.”
“Hit the deck!” Kevin calls, taking far too much glee in the failure of teenagers. But I guess when your job is to be an overcaffeinated camp counselor at sea, you take your kicks where you can get them.
“I don’t think that was Tylenol” is all I can mutter by way of explanation, but I trip over the word “Tylenol,” and it comes out sounding like “Lylenylenol.”
“Dude, save room. There’s two more tables, and the french toast is a dream,” Hillary says, nudging me in the ribs with her fork.
“This is all you can eat, right?” I reply with a wink. “Multiple trips, lady!”
“Ah, a professional,” Hillary says. “I like how you think.”
Instead I close my eyes as I rise up on my tiptoes to reach him. I’m not going to let this kiss just happen to me. I’m going to make it happen. I feel the buzz of electricity between our lips as I rise and lean, breathing in.
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