Budding designer Lola Nolan doesn't believe in fashion... she believes in costume. The more expressive the outfit – the more sparkly, more wild – the better. And life is pretty close to perfect for Lola, especially with her hot rocker boyfriend. That is, until the Bell twins, Calliope and Cricket return to the neighbourhood and unearth a past of hurt that Lola thought was long buried. So when talented inventor Cricket steps out from his twin sister's shadow and back into Lola's life, she must finally face up to a lifetime of feelings for the boy next door. Could the boy from Lola's past be the love of her future?
Fall in love with the international bestseller from queen of young adult fiction, Stephanie Perkins.

 

“How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?”

“I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.”

Lola and the boy next door es una nueva historia romántica de la mano de Stephanie donde conocemos a Lola, una joven diseñadora que hace atuendos de lo más extravagantes. Una historia sencilla donde el amor aparece en acciones y llevan a la protagonista a tomar decisiones sobre su propia vida.

Título: Anna and the French Kiss

Can Anna find love in the City of Light?
Anna is happy in Atlanta. She has a loyal best friend and a crush on her coworker at the movie theater, who is just starting to return her affection. So she's less than thrilled when her father decides to send her to a boarding school in Paris for her senior year. But despite not speaking a word of French, Anna meets some cool new people, including the handsome Étienne St. Clair, who quickly becomes her best friend. Unfortunately, he's taken —and Anna might be, too. Will a year of romantic near misses end with the French kiss she's waiting for?

They Left me. My parents actually left me! In France!

I wrench the books from his hands. “I am fine. Just fine. I pile them back on the bookcase and stumble to the back the store, as far from him, as far from my father, as possible. But a few minutes lates, St. Clair is back at my side.

“It´s not your fault,” he says quietly. “You don´t pick your parents. I know that as well as anyone, Anna”

I love it when he cocks an eyebrow whatever i say something he finds clever or amusing. I love listening to his boots clomp across my bedroom ceiling. I love that the accent over his first name is called an acute accent, and that he has a cute accent.