A Groundhog Day meets Pretty in Pink mashup that tells the tale of a shy, introverted high school girl who must relive the first day of school over and over again until her first kiss can break the curse … she hopes.
Andie is the type of girl who always comes up with the perfect thing to say … after it’s too late to say it. She’s addicted to romance movies—okay, all movies—but has yet to experience her first kiss. After a move to Punxsutawney, PA, for her senior year, she gets caught in an endless loop of her first day at her new school, reliving those 24 hours again and again.
Convinced the curse will be broken when she meets her true love, Andie embarks on a mission: infiltrating the various cliques—from the jocks to the nerds to the misfits—to find the one boy who can break the spell. What she discovers along the way is that people who seem completely different can often share the very same hopes, dreams, and hang-ups. And that even a day that has been lived over and over can be filled with unexpected connections and plenty of happy endings.
Pretty in Punxsutawney:
- Addresses topical issues of self-discovery, navigating cliques, and ignoring stereotypes
- Is an homage to beloved 80s movies, such as John Hughes’ The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, and Pretty in Pink
- Is the perfect gift for birthdays and high school or college graduation
- Will captivate young adult readers of all ages with its universal coming-of-age themes about struggling to fit in, navigating the tough high school years, first kisses, and first crushes
|Product dimensions:||5.40(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.90(d)|
|Age Range:||13 - 18 Years|
About the Author
Laurie Boyle Crompton is the author of several YA books, including Pretty in Punxsutawney, Adrenaline Crush and Love and Vandalism. Laurie graduated first in her class from St. John’s University with a BA in English and Journalism. She has written for national magazines like Allure, survived a teaching stint at an all-boy’s high school, and appeared on Good Day New York several times as a toy expert. And yes, “toy expert” is an actual profession. She grew up in a small town in western PA and now lives near NYC with her family and three fuzzy “dog toy experts."
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The ground races toward me so fast that my muscles tense instinctively. With a nauseating dip downward, everything goes dark for a beat before an explosion rattles the walls.
Good old Dolby digital cinema surround sound.
The hero striding toward us onscreen is so cool, he doesn't even give a backward glance toward the burning ball of fire growing behind him.
"Yes!" Colton punches the air in triumph and aims his 3D glasses in my direction.
I grin at him just as the theater door swings open and light spills over his handsome smile. "Shoot." He grabs the glasses off his face and shoves a final handful of Raisinets into his mouth.
The theater manager, Tom — aka, the bane of our existence — makes his way toward us. "Break's over, Colt."
Colton's grin bounces back as he quickly chews. "No problem, boss-man." He brushes his hand along my arm as he stands. "You want to stay, Andie?"
I glance at the screen. One of the best scenes is coming up, but I've already watched this movie with him twice, and I find that CGI explosions lose their appeal around the third viewing. Besides, action movies are only my sixth-favorite type of movie. They come after romantic dramas, rom coms, regular coms, suspense, and parodies, but just before horror and foreign films — unless, of course, the foreign film is an epic romance, in which case, swoon. Speaking of swooning, I can still feel the trail of warmth Colton's fingers left on my arm.
Following him out of the theater, I squint at the brightness of the lobby and stagger slightly as if I've just woken up. Post-movie disorientation: one of my favorite feelings.
It's amazing to think that when we moved to Punxsutawney just two months ago, I was sure my life was over. Summer break had barely begun, but I was already anxious about starting at a new school. Now the first day of senior year is tomorrow, and I can't wait. Colton is giving me a ride, and he's promised to show me around and act as my student guide. I'm fairly confident he'll be acting as my first boyfriend very soon as well. If my wishes have any power to come true, the two of us are definitely happening.
He gives me a micro-wink as we both move behind the lobby's glass snack counter. I twist my auburn hair into a knot and secure it with a cheap plastic pen from the pile beside the register before I start handing out 3D glasses to a family of five.
"Whoops, let's try that again," I say to a sticky-looking little girl who grabs hers by the lenses. I give her a clean pair and hold the smeared ones up to the light. Somehow, she managed to deposit about one hundred teeny-tiny fingerprints during the split second she held them.
Tom is standing at the far end of the counter, spraying cleaner into a rag. He aims the bottle my way as if to ask if I need it, but I just shake my head and use the edge of my T-shirt to wipe the glasses. Tom shrugs as he starts wiping the counter. He's about our age, but takes his job so seriously that I'll always think of him as "boss-man."
"Hey, Colt," Tom calls, "make sure your girlfriend's clear she's fine helping out, but you're responsible for the register."
Even though Tom already knows Colton and I are not together, we tell him in stereo that I'm not his girlfriend. Of course, saying it out loud makes my insides go all slasher-flick angry. I've had a thing for Colton ever since our adorable meet-cute.
In case you don't know, a meet-cute is the point in a romantic movie where the two lead characters meet each other for the very first time. I'm not sure where the name comes from, but I assume it has something to do with how quirky and adorable these meet-cutes always are. Colton and I had ours the first week my parents and I moved here, when I came to the theater alone so I could drown my sorrows in a nice light romantic comedy called Sundae Sunday.
I was looking forward to the movie, whose trailer promised the comforting formula of girl-meets-boy, girl-loses-boy, girl-and-boy-realize-they-are-each-other's-everythings-and -finally-get-to-the-point-of-the-wholefilm: true love's kiss.
When I walked into the cinema, Tom greeted me from behind the snack counter with a genuine smile. "What would you like to see today?" he asked with such enthusiasm that his love for his job was immediately clear.
He struck me as borderline cute, so I tried not to look like a friendless freak as I told him, "One for Sundae Sunday."
"You must be new around here," he said as he rang up my ticket.
"We just moved into town." I reached into my shoulder bag to get my wallet, and the plastic bag I was holding slipped from my hand. The bag dropped to the red carpet and the carton of malted milk balls inside rattled loudly. Very loudly.
Tom peered over the counter to see what was happening down by my feet. "Care to explain that rattling sound?" His friendly voice had turned crisp.
"Oh, that's just my Whoppers." I picked up the bag, pulled out the large tan carton, and grinned at him as I gave it a hearty shake.
"No outside food." He looked offended, as if he was some aspiring Willy Wonka who'd made the theater candy by hand and I'd insulted him by bringing my own personal stash.
"Sorry, I didn't know if you sold them or not, and I can't watch a movie without my malted milk balls." I scanned the snack menu. "Either way, it's cool because I'm buying popcorn."
"Why would buying popcorn make it cool for you to sneak food into the movie theater?"
"I wasn't sneaking it." I raised the flimsy bag and waved it in his face. The milk balls rattled noisily. "This bag is totally see-through."
He put his hands on his hips. "I'm going to need to confiscate those chocolates."
"Listen" — I squinted at his nametag — "Tom. This is my favorite movie treat ..."
"Do you have any idea how much a theater like this depends on refreshment profits? Do you even care if we keep our doors open? There is no outside food allowed. I'm sorry. No exceptions."
I gestured to the row of candy under glass. "You don't even carry Whoppers, so it's not like you're missing out on a sale. My old theater didn't carry them either, so they just let me bring my own."
"You are welcome to leave your malted milk balls with me. And may I interest you in one of our tasty chocolate confections to enjoy with your popcorn?"
Tom and I stared each other down for a few beats. He steepled his fingers like a Bond villain, and I noticed he was trying to hide a grin. Like he'd been hoping to have a Whopper standoff against someone all morning.
Finally, I snapped, "Fine." I pulled out my carton and peeled open the spout on one side. Shaking out a large handful of the chocolaty balls, I defiantly shoved them into my mouth and started chewing in his face with a loud crunch, crunch, crunch.
I found his wide-eyed reaction satisfying enough to push a second handful into my already bulging cheeks.
Which was exactly when the best-looking boy I'd ever seen in real life swooped in behind him. It was Colton.
Everything in the theater lobby shifted to slow motion when I saw him for the first time. I could practically feel my pupils dilate. My hearing sharpened. I began to salivate. Literally. As in, the milk balls in my mouth were dissolving into thick chocolate drool.
Colton — who I immediately dubbed "Drop-dead handsome-face" before I knew his name — gave an easy grin and asked us what was happening. Tom threw a hand over his mouth, covering his shocked laugh, and all I could do was stand there, breathing through my nose and trying not to choke on my chocolaty spit.
Tom filled him in on the contraband candy situation, emphasizing how much outside snacks were hurting the theater. "She's new to town." Tom gestured to my face. "I had no idea she'd take it this hard."
Colton leaned over and handed me a napkin, presumably to wipe the trail of brown drool off my chin. I tried to smile at him, but my cheeks were already stretched as wide as they could go.
"What did you do, frisk her?" Colton asked, looking at me curiously.
"No, the carton of Mighty Malts dropped and made a huge racket," Tom said. "I couldn't just ignore them."
I tried to correct him with a muffled, "Whoppers," which only served to send a fresh stream of chocolate drool down my chin.
Colton handed me a new napkin and winked at me. "Perhaps you're willing to buy an extra-large tub of popcorn for your snacking pleasure? You can keep your candy and we'll call things even."
I nodded and tried again. "They're Whoppers." More drool. I swiped the napkin Colton had given me across my chin.
"Missed a spot there," Colton said, and then — get this — he took the napkin from my hand and gently guided it along my chin. Meanwhile, his other hand swiped two Whoppers and popped them right into his beautiful mouth. "Mmmmm, chocolatey." His voice was so deep and his eye contact so intense, I had to take the napkin from his hand before I impulsively tried to lick his fingers.
Even if my mouth hadn't been packed with dissolved malt and chocolate, I would've been speechless.
Tom looked back and forth between us before finally giving a laugh of disbelief. With a shake of his head, he plucked an extra-large popcorn tub off the stack of empties, placed it on the counter, and said, "She's all yours, horse man."
"That's Colt." He leaned in closer to me. "Name's Colton."
I glanced down and saw he wasn't wearing a nametag like Tom's. I smiled. "Hi, Colton." This fountain of handsomeness hadn't only made me swoon with his gaze; he'd also rescued me from having to spite-eat an entire carton of Whoppers right in the lobby of my new town's only theater.
I remained mute as Colton prepared my enormous bucket of popcorn, but I noticed he slathered on extra butter and gave me another quick wink just before he took my money.
As I made my way toward the theater doors in my sugar-rush-enhanced state of happiness, I turned back to admire my rescuer one last time and ... walked directly into a giant, life-sized cutout of an armored superhero.
I screamed as my trough of popcorn went flying in all directions. I found myself flat on my back with the cardboard cutout lying on top of me. Colton rushed out from behind the counter and kneeled at my side. "Sorry, I told the boss we need to get rid of this thing. Victory Man has been trying to grab pretty girls all month."
As I lay there, my heart palpitating over his use of the word pretty, Colton lifted the cardboard cutout and pretended to slap Victory Man's masked face. I laughed as I accepted his hand of assistance, and then the two of us stood looking at each other awkwardly. Too late, I thought of the quip, "Victory Man needs to learn that some girls prefer to be their own hero," but the moment had passed.
If only I'd delivered that perfectly timed line during our meet-cute, I'd probably be Colton's girlfriend by now. Instead, my reaction was to drop to the floor on my hands and knees and maniacally start scooping the scattered popcorn back into the bucket.
"Don't worry about that," Colton said.
Tom must've been watching us, because he suddenly appeared with a broom and dustpan. "Here, this should help."
Colton took the broom and pretended to swat his boss in the butt. "Such a gentleman," he said. "Come on, I'll get you fresh popcorn. Er, or I should say fresh-ish popcorn."
I melodramatically batted my eyelashes, and gave a girlie "My hero" that thankfully made him laugh.
Before following him back over to the counter, I gathered up the last lingering kernels. Tom was busy straightening Victory Man's bent arm as I walked by, and I had to resist the urge to dump the salvaged popcorn over his head on my way to the garbage can.
Once I'd been given a brand-new popcorn bucket bigger than my head, Colton insisted on escorting me all the way to one of the red velvet fold-down seats. And from Sundae Sunday on, I was utterly his.
Our meet-cute had it all: quirky humiliation, a pratfall, and even adorable chocolate drool. At least, I've convinced myself my brown drool was somehow adorable. I pretend it's my genuine obsession with movies that's kept me coming back all summer, but I'm pretty sure it's obvious I'm only here during Colton's shifts.
He leans on the counter now and asks if I'm ready for tomorrow. I grin and nod as I scan my brain for a pithy comment about the first day of school. Before I can come up with anything, he turns to watch a couple walking through the theater's glass doors.
I can read their pinched expressions from across the room. Uh-oh. Desperation Date Night. Trying to fix a broken relationship with a trip to the local Cineplex.
The guy slides his hand over the woman's shoulder, and she shoots him a look as if he just wiped toxic slime on her. His hand drops back to his side. Couples like this are even worse than those first-date pairings where the awkwardness is so palpable, they should have to buy it a separate ticket. But at least first dates are supposed to be uncomfortable. Timeworn couples like these two are walking marques, warning of the misery that awaits if we choose the wrong partner.
This is why I will never settle for anything less than epic love. Magical, all-consuming, life-changing love. It's what I've been saving my first kiss for. I went out with exactly one boy from my microscopic old town, and I certainly wasn't about to waste my first kiss on someone who thought the movie Stand by Me was "just okay." I mean, honestly. My first kiss is going to count.
Colton politely sells the couple their tickets, but avoids making eye contact. Once they're out of earshot, he rubs his arms. "I think I need a sweater after that chill."
"I don't know why people even bother when things get that obviously bad."
"What's the point in staying together when there's zero passion?" he says, and my whole face feels like a warm, slow-motion explosion.
Gazing at his solid jaw, I sense that this could be it. My chance to actually move our love story a step forward. I'm filled with what must be hysterical post-action-flick boldness and give Colton a hip check, saying, "You know, I love passion fruit."
Colton looks at me as if I've sneezed directly into the popcorn warmer. Not the reaction I was hoping for. I straighten, and the two of us stare at each other.
I try to think of something else to say. Anything that will erase my weird produce affection confession. But as the silence grows between us, I curse my ability to always think up the perfect pithy remark after it's too late.
"So ... are you, um, wearing new school clothes tomorrow?" I ask.
"I do plan on being fully clothed." He cracks a smile, and I relax. "But I haven't really thought about what I'm wearing."
"My mom is always buying me outrageous outfits from the thrift store that I would never wear," I say. "This one time, she came home with a whole pile of jeans from, like, the nineteen eighties. One pair had such a high waist, the fly was about three feet long ..." I continue babbling about crotch zippers and weird vintage clothes as if I have an acute form of Social Tourette's. Colton just nods as he helps the next customers.
I don't even realize Tom is listening in until he interjects, "You should go with a wild new look for your first day of school, Andie."
"Gee, thanks?" I widen my eyes at Colton and he laughs.
"I mean, wearing a unique thrift-store outfit will really trademark you as an independent thinker." He points down to his black-and-white wing-tipped old-man shoes and shakes a toe at me. "Gives a vastly more interesting first impression."
"Andie doesn't need some outfit to make her interesting," Colton says, and I grin maniacally.
"Just saying." Tom shrugs. "Punx High is filled with boring drones who dress alike. It's nice when someone isn't afraid to sprinkle the place with a little originality."
"You and your crew provide more than enough originality, Tom. More like you hose down the whole school with your bizarreness."
"Wait a second," I say to Tom. "You're still in high school?"
He and Colton laugh hard at this while I look back and forth between them. "Don't let the pole up his butt fool you," Colton says. "Tom's a senior like us."
I know he doesn't look old old, but I definitely figured Tom was in college. Maybe a college from the 1950s, since he's wearing tight plaid pants with his wingtips. "You don't really act like a high school student."(Continues…)
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Very cute, nice read.
My rating is 4.5 stars Groundhog Day meets Pretty in Pink. In high school! Does that thought make you shudder? Andie has been raised on a steady diet of movies. The fact that she was familiar with movies from most eras and genres probably allowed her to quickly figure out what happened when she woke up on the pink couch her mom had purchased at the thrift store, wearing the same pink dress with white polka dots that her mom had her try on the night before school began, to the soundtrack of Pretty in Pink the second day in a row. While there were hints of what was to come, they were not so overt as to make the story boring or predictable. The author wisely chose to share only Andie’s perspective so while I had a hunch about who her romantic interest would be (and I will say that I was right), it wasn’t confirmed until it happened. Ironically, on her first day of school, her English teacher started teaching about Greek mythology and specifically about King Sisyphus, who as punishment from Zeus ended up with a never-ending task. Andie couldn’t be sure whether this loop she was stuck in was a punishment or an opportunity. Despite Andie believing that she needed to be kissed by her true love to be able to break out of this nightmare, the story was less about romance and more about her finding her voice and learning what is truly important. Her many failed attempts to keep the attention of the football co-captain led her to improve herself in ways that she would have never imagined. Learning to walk on heels without falling over, how to apply makeup - specifically eyeliner, and so many other things occupied her déjà vu days. Some of her attempts were humorous and some had her make the mistake of being too good and therefore suspicious. What I loved about the book is that Andie learned to see people differently - to see value in those society would have ignored and even to love the unlovable. One thought that went through my mind when Andie did some especially ridiculous and even stupid thing was “what if tomorrow actually comes after this disaster?” And actually, the things that do happen on her last first day of school will be rather interesting for her to live down or to try to explain. The movie quotes and references in the book were a lot of fun. It was a satisfying read overall and is completely appropriate for high-schoolers and even fun enough for this way past high-schooler to enjoy as well. I’m looking forward to reading more by this new-to-me-author. Read with a Preview at AmongTheReads.net I was given a copy of this book for free. I was not required to give a favorable review nor was any money received for this review. All comments and opinions are my own.
Can I give this more than 5 stars? First I want to thank Netgalley and Blink Publishing for allowing me to read an advanced copy of this novel for an honest review. This is the best book I have read so far this year! I like YA contemporary novels but my favorite style of books has been thriller so this is saying a lot considering I have read some good thrillers already this year. I am not sure if I loved this so much because it is a mash up of my favorite John Hughes Film "Pretty in Pink" and my favorite time loop movie "Groundhog Day" (okay and Happy Death Day but whatever!)or if I loved this so much because the main character agrees with me on whom Andie should end up with in "PIP" but I just adored this book. I just know that this book really got to me in the best of ways. If there was a feeling this book made me feel it. I loved the main character of Andie and I loved all of the other characters in this sweet and funny novel that is perfect for a Valentine's Day read. Luckily it comes out just in time! Now for the plot.... Andie is the new girl in Punxsutawney, Pa. Her Dad a therapist who made a living writing books has stopped selling as many so the family packs up and moves from the tiny town Andie grew up in to a different world. Sure Punxsutawney is not a huge city but it's big enough for the high school to have every kind of clique you can imagine as well as the perfect boy she meets in the most perfect "meet cute" way. When Andie's 80's movie obsessed Mom insists on watching "Pretty in Pink" the day before the first day at school Andie is not happy. She loves the 80's movies and she loves spending time with her Mom. She just was not impressed with the movie. How could movie Andie have picked boring Blane over fun, sweet and oh so loyal Duckie? So yeah, not impressed. Things get worse when she wakes up late and has to wear the terrible pink polka dot vintage dress her Mom had her try on the night before because she didn't have a chance to change. The only bright spot? She gets to ride to school with her crush Colton and he is giving her a tour! The culture shock of the cliques is the first thing that hits Andie and then there is the fact Colton's heart seems to belong to a girl named Kaia. As Andie falls asleep that night disappointed in the way her first day went she can only hope things get better the next day. That is not to be as Andie's day repeats itself. Caught in what seems to be a never ending loop Andi is convinced that her Mom must be correct and that true love's kiss is the answer to getting her out of this mess. As she finds herself trying over and over to get her first kiss with Colton, Andie begins to realize that people are not defined by how they dress and what the enjoy and that just because you think you no someone you really don't until you have walked a day in their shoes. Will kissing Colton end the loop? Is there someone else out there that is her true love or is this about so much more? I saw that some think there there are really no cliques anymore so this book is behind in the times but I beg to differ. There are still cliques, heck take a look at social media and see who follows who on Instagram and say there are no cliques now! This is a sweet and lovely romance and I am glad I got to read it. I found myself laughing and smiling and I even teared up a bit in the end. This is a must read for 80's fans and true romantics!
Pretty in Punxsutawney is the story of red-headed Andie whose family has just moved to Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania (home of THE groundhog for Groundhog Day) the summer before her senior year of high school. Having spent her entire summer hanging out at the local theater, she knows exactly two people from her new school: Colton and Tom. Andie has a pretty strong crush on Colton and is elated when he offers to drive her to school on their very first day of school. The night before the big “first day of school,” Andie and her mom settle in to watch Pretty in Pink, one of her mom’s favorite movies (in fact, she is named after red-headed “Andie” in the movie). By the end of the infamous prom scene, something feels off. This uncomfortable feeling clings to Andie as she walks into her first day of school, frustrated over a wrong ending that should be remedied. What she soon discovers is that she will end up repeating this first day of school until she gets it right — including figuring out who she has real feelings for and what her primary purpose should be at Punxsutawney High. This book really took me back to high school (for me, that was 1987-1991) mixing together all sorts of 80s and 90s memories and movies, such as: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Weird Science, Pretty in Pink, The Breakfast Club, and, of course, Groundhog Day. There was plenty of discussion about the composition of each teenage clique (cheerleaders, goths, jocks, thespians, etc.) as Andie’s experiences reveal that we only judge one another harshly when we don’t understand and empathize with one another. After many attempts at her “first day of school,” Andie learns it is important to seek the best in everyone because we’re all fighting difficult battles. But how will she share this revelation with her entire class? As the book is focused on the senior class of Punxsutawney High, this would be considered a very “clean” novel for that age group. The kids don’t use profanity, they’re not having sex or doing drugs, and basically everyone is shown to be a good human being, despite their personal struggles or salty personalities. There’s one party with underage drinking, one incident of sexual harassment, and the mention of a student struggling with bulimia. It’s mild enough that even middle schoolers will be able to read and enjoy it. NOTE: When you pick this book up, make sure you grab a box of Whoppers candy (it applies!) and maybe pop in some Cyndi Lauper background music. My thanks to NetGalley and Blink for releasing an e-ARC of this book to me before publication so I could offer an honest review.
When I heard the pitch for this book, I knew I had to read it. I mean Ground Hog Day meets Pretty in Pink! Yes, the story is cute and funny. This is a quirky teen read. And when I say teen, I mean teen. The main character is a classic teenager that you want to shake as she makes choice after questionable choice.. That fact actually made it really hard for me to get through the first half of the book, but the second half was worth pushing through. It was just such a cute storyline, with some important themes tied in. I think the moral of the story is worth the read! Thank you Blink and NetGalley for the advance reader's copy!
The description of Pretty in Punxsutawney offers a mashup of the movies Groundhog Day and Pretty in Pink. I feel like this is an adequate description of the story, and if you walk in with these expectations, you will not be disappointed. At the beginning of the summer, Andie and her family move to a new town. She spends the summer obsessing over Colton, a soon to be senior and football star who works at the local movie theatre. Andie is a movie buff, but the main reason she spends most of her summer at the theatre is in hopes of having Colton fall in love with her. Finally, at the end of the summer, Andie is ready to make her senior debut at her new school with Colton by her side. However, Andie’s first day at her new high school proves to be anything but typical. After an embarrassing first day, Andie is given the chance at a do-over. But the day keeps repeating, and Andie must find a way to break this curse or she’l be a first-day senior for the rest of her life. The story gives a huge nod to filmmaker John Hughes and his classic 80s movies. From Pretty in Pink, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Weird Science, to The Breakfast Club and more, many of the themes, characters, and issues presented mimic Hughes’ classics. Andie finds that her new school is separated into different cliques. Just like students coming from different backgrounds and leaving as friends in The Breakfast Club, Andie hopes to knock down social barriers. She spends each repeated day trying to find a new way to impress Colton, but she quickly learns that not every social clique is what it seems. The cheerleaders are nice, they’re driven by the sense of being a team and like to give back to the community. The goths are kind and love to laugh. The popular girl is struggling with personal issues and her body image. The nerdy girls are more caddy than you’d expect. Each cycle through the same day opens Andie’s eyes a little more about how Punx High works and the type of person Andie wants to become. Overall, this is a cute book but it’s not very memorable. I feel like it tries too hard to bring nostalgia for a few 80s classics and blurs the lines into something that has already been done, and done well. The storyline is predictable because the setup is there from the beginning. The main character is likable but frustrating because she’s blinded by some good looking guy and she forgets who is is. This is a quick read that would be ideal for someone who wants a taste of a modern day Pretty in Pink meets Groundhog Day meets The Breakfast Club
Thank you to Blink and Netgalley for providing me with a free copy for my honest review. As soon as I saw the synopsis of this book said a Groundhog's Day and Pretty in Pink mashup I knew I had to read this. While I'm not an 80s child, Pretty in Pink was one of my favorite movies to watch with my mom. I think the author did a brilliant job of blending the 2 movies together and with all the 80s references, made a pretty good book. This book is about Andie who's movie obsessed mom has her watch classic movies at every pivotal moment in her life. The night before she starts at a brand new school her mom has her watch Pretty in Pink with her, while wearing her polka dot 80s dress from her thrift shopping excursions. Oh and this is all taking place on a giant leather pink couch that she just purchased. When Andie wakes up for school the next morning, she gets a ride to school from her summer crush Colton, who she's determined to make fall in love with her. After her first horrendous day at school, Andie comes home and falls asleep on the couch. When she wakes up the next morning, the day before never happened, she's living it again. Andie must figure out how to stop living the same day over and over again. I really did like this book. Parts of it were honestly hilarious and I love some of the things that Andie did because she knew she would get to start the day over again and no one would remember. I also really liked the author's writing style. It flowed very easily and was never boring or tedious in spots. I didn't really care for the character Andie at the beginning, she was completely focused on getting whatever she wanted and looking at the world wrong. I know when I went to high school we had our cliques and yes a lot of people did get bullied and talked about but Andie was determined to have the jock and be the popular girl, even if it meant snubbing other people that she saw below her. This book definitely touched on the problem of cliques and bullying in high school and that's one thing I really liked about this book. Add in all the 80s references and you have me sold. Excellent writing by Laurie Crompton and hopefully I will enjoy other books of hers as well. Thank you again to Blink and NetGalley!
I received a free copy of PRETTY IN PUNXSUTAWNEY by Laurie Boyle Crompton in exchange for an honest review. Andie has just moved to Punxsutawney over the summer. The only connections Andie has made so far are with two guys at the local cinema. Andie is looking forward to starting her senior year on the arm of her summer crush. However, Andie’s first day is not what she imagined when she finds out her summer crush likes another girl better; she also ends up unintentionally alienating some of the other students. Andie, feeling her first day in the new school was a disaster, wishes for a do-over. When Andie gets her wish and her first day of school goes on “repeat,” she tries everything imaginable to get to her second day of school. This book was inspired by iconic movies of the 1980’s and 1990’s, including Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles, Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Beetlejuice, and Groundhog Day. As a movie enthusiast, I enjoyed this book. If you are not familiar with these movies, shame on you! Also, you might not get some of the references. I recommend this book (and the movies). #PrettyInPunxsutawney #NetGalley
This book started out really sweet, and continued in the same manner all the way through. As someone who was a teenager in the 80s and still loves all things 80s, especially the movies from that time period. Sixteen Candles and Weird Science, as well as Ferris Bueller's Day Off, were staples from my middle and high school years. The movies that I watched over and over. While I did watch The Breakfast Club and Pretty in Pink, the first I enjoyed more when I got older, and the second, well, I'm not actually the biggest fan of that movie. So the fact that the main character in this book, Andie, isn't as thrilled with it either, won me over to her right away. Not to mention her thoughts on the prom dress that Molly Ringwald's character remade in the movie Pretty in Pink totally mirror my own. Of course the awkwardness of Andie's "meet-cute" with Colton, and Tom, is something that sounds like my kind of luck as well. I also am a fan of the movie Groundhog Day, and I loved that this one was a teen version. The references to movies that Andie pulls to try to help with her experiences is so me, and something I would do, or something my family would do. So to me, this was a perfect story. I liked how she learned that different cliques weren't always the way we stereotype them, and that she kind of started with a group that is almost always vilified, the cheerleaders. The fact that they were such a great bunch of girls really, and the whole Maya house thing, that was awesome! I enjoyed how she seemed to try different groups at first. When she figured out that she wasn't maybe meant to be what she'd originally wanted, or that was at least not the way to get out of her time loop, she went to the goths. And I love that she chose a costume from Beetlejuice! Again, the movie nerd in me loved it. In theh end, the way that she finally ended up breaking the cycle was perfect. It wasn't too easy, or simple, and it took a lot to really get it the right way. A lot of things that she thought that didn't work out the way she planned and led into the perfect night, or ending you might say. Now, I do wonder if really she would have caught on and tried for a different type of ending earlier, before going with the goths, but if she had, that would have led to a much shorter story, or at least she wouldn't have learned quite all that she did about the different groups. That leads me to another point. I loved how she ended up realizing that the group of people who didn't quite fit into any group, was just as bad, or worse at times, at stereotyping the others. I've seen that. The people that felt picked on, but all I ever saw was them making fun of, or picking on the very people that they said acted that way to them. I really hope or guess I could say that I would LOVE to see this as a movie. If only John Hughes was still around, because he'd be perfect to make this one.