I normally don’t like to do spotlight or basic promo posts, but I have an eARC of Pippa Morgan’s Diary that I haven’t been able to read yet. A few days ago the publisher sent me this promo post that I usually wouldn’t have posted. I would have just posted the review instead, but my Kindle met its untimely death before Thanksgiving. I just got my new one so ARCs are kind of on hold for right now. I want to finish up the physical books I’m currently reading before I get back into ARCs.
Title: Pippa Morgan’s Diary
Author: Annie Kelsey
Release Date: October 6, 2015
Publisher: Sourcebooks Jabberwocky
Praise for Pippa Morgan’s Dairy
“With its approachable style and friendly language, this is sure to please both older fans of Rebecca Elliott’s “Owl Diaries” (Scholastic) and reluctant readers alike.” –School Library Journal
“Likable characters in humorous situations make for a promising series opener.” –Kirkus
“A charming story about the lengths you can go to win someone over, this is a great addition to the perennially popular illustrated-journal trend in middle-grade fiction. Although the character-created sketches can draw Wimpy Kid comparisons, the tone more closely matches Marissa Moss’ Amelia’s Notebook (1995)… the perfect quick read for any student with starry-eyed aspirations and a big imagination.”- Booklist
Sometimes a little white lie can land you in a whole lot of trouble…
Pippa’s new BFF Catie Brown is perfect. So perfect, that Pippa tells her a teeny tiny lie—that she once auditioned for Voice Factor—to impress her. And it works. It works so well, in fact, that Catie enters Pippa into the school talent show.
The only problem? Pippa can’t sing. Not at all. In fact, her singing is so bad it scares the neighbors. But if she doesn’t participate in the talent show, Catie will know she lied. But if she does participate, the whole school will find out what a horrible singer she is…including Catie!
It’s up to Pippa to put an end to this pesky problem!
About the Author:
Annie Kelsey is a pseudonym for a well-known children’s book author.
Excerpt from Pippa Morgan’s Diary
I can still smell the stink of the moving van. Rachel and I just hugged and cried as they loaded her stuff on. Then I watched like a big-eyed kid who’d just lost her puppy while Rachel waved out of the window of her parents’ car.
I will NEVER forgive Rachel’s parents—I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THEY DECIDED THAT RACHEL SHOULD LIVE IN SCOTLAND INSTEAD OF THREE DOORS AWAY FROM ME!
Scotland is, like, a gazillion miles away.
Rachel said Nothing Would Change Really. *rolls eyes* She said, We’ll still be best friends even though I’m so far away. I love Rachel but sometimes she can be one fry short of a Happy Meal.
Of course we’ll be best friends. But it’s not the same. I can only talk to her on the phone. I don’t get to see her every day.
We can NEVER AGAIN dress up in my dad’s extra-high-visibility cycling gear and go and stand under the fluorescent lights in the supermarket and see how many shoppers we can dazzle. The frozen-food section was best because the freezers had this cold blue glow that turned us practically luminous. We’d offer to help shoppers reach for fish sticks or ice cream and try not to giggle when they’d half-close their eyes like they were staring into the sun.
We loved dressing up. Last summer, we pretended we were characters from The Lady of Morpeth Abbey—which was our favorite TV show EVER. It was soooo romantic and all the characters wore beautiful old-fashioned clothes. Rachel and I raided every thrift store in town until we’d made the BEST costumes. Rachel dressed as Mr. Hunderbentleman (buckle-y shoes and a frilly shirt and a big hat and everything) and I wore ten big skirts on top of each other and put my hair in a bun so I looked like Lady Monteith, and we spent the whole day talking like our characters.
RACHEL: Lady Monteith, may I bring you something from my morning stroll as a token of my admiration?
ME: I would be eternally grateful if you brought me a dozen roses, Mr. Hunderbentleman, for my pretty nose needs something delicate to smell.
RACHEL: (giggling) My dear lady! Why don’t you stroll with me and we may smell the roses together?
ME: Oh, Mr. Hunderbentleman! I am so lucky to know such a kind gentleman as you.
And we did it ALL day. Mom and Dad thought it was really funny (Mom and Dad were still married then) and it was the best day ever. Then Mom told us to go and get changed because my big skirts kept sweeping things off her knickknack shelf and Rachel had to go home for dinner.
I wonder what Rachel’s having for dinner tonight? I could have the same thing and it’d be like we were having dinner together like we used to when Rachel’s mom went to yoga.
But I can’t even text her to ask because she’s living on the side of a mountain in the middle of NOWHERE.
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