Cancel anytime. Start your free 30 days Play sample. Publisher: Tantor Audio. Released: Jan 14, ISBN: Format: Audiobook. Also available as But does Toff really like her or is this just another lesson?
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Rate as 5 out of 5, I loved it. Rating: 0 out of 5 stars. Write a review optional. Reader reviews Danielle H. It was okay. The voice narration was just not good.
Amy sounded squeaky and high pitched. Hard to get into the characters. Raheemah Odus. Kendall Weems. The story was meh. Beyond that, the language in the book was like soooo corny I wanted to cry.
Ms author are you okay? Manuela Robledo. Mabel I. Absolutely love this! The cutest love story since Lizzie and Mr. Ahhhhh my heart is full and my cheeks ache from ALL the smiles!! In love this definitely in the TOP 5 for Shaila Mahabier. A really cute story, and with twist and turns it ends up having a happy ending.
I liked the story, it was cute and fun. Amy turned out to be a great protagonist. She had that gentle strenght about her, that's what I call a girl power. Through the course of the story she learnt how to express herself better. It's said that courage is a skill and here I can see how that's true. Amy trained her courage muscles and came out victorious.
I'm not a big fan of playboys which is why I approached Toff with caution. I reached for a snicker doodle. These moms could pry state secrets out of James Bond with their awesome cookies. Edmunds massaged her forehead. She cleared her throat and glanced at the other moms, who nodded encouragingly. Slade needs to learn some responsibility. Anyway, I know how responsible you are. Gonzalez piped up. But seriously? Paddling around with kids in the shallow end and blowing bubbles? How did that compare to having complete responsibility for children all day?
Including potential potty emergencies? Like Slade was going to be Super Nanny. I fiddled with my binder and the sharp plastic corner dug into my leg. In case of emergency. So you can pay Slade the other half? Edmunds sighed wearily. It must be hard being a slacker mom. Or, a mom to a slacker. Gonzalez and Mrs. That was so not going to happen. But I was still confused about the money.
The moms grabbed cookies from the platter. I stared at her, shocked. Maybe I should report her to whatever board regulated shrinks. Edmunds, not missing a beat. What the heck? Maybe they were drunk. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at their glasses of tea.
I reached for one of the homemade granola bars she had brought, then almost choked on the chalky, sandy grit lodged in my throat. That might be the only thing he and I had in common.
Edmunds said, and paced some more. A slacker supreme, for sure. Most popular guy in school goes ballistic on Bird Brain. Bird Brain. But Slade had nicknamed me Bird Brain and totally mocked my petition, so hardly anyone signed it, and the tree was chopped down. So yeah, Slade was not my favorite person, not by a long shot.
But this whole mentoring idea was whacked out. Then again, if Slade was incompetent, maybe I could justify the extra salary from his mom. Edmunds said in a soothing voice. I knew she was trying to hypnotize me into doing what she wanted. She probably had years of practice with anxious clients. How about if we compromise? My stomach twisted in protest. But that laptop was calling my name. Things had been tight lately, and even though she worked overtime at the hospital, we rarely had money left over for fun stuff.
Maybe I could splurge on pizza nights and pedicures for us. Sort of like me, since I was about to cave. But you all have to swear to me that he will never, ever find out about this deal. The moms nodded, their faces solemn with promises, and I wondered if this was how it felt to sell your soul to the devil. I bet there were some awesome cookies in hell, too.
You either go to this interview or give up your allowance for the summer. His gray ponytail hung over his shoulder. He was a walking hippie caricature, right down to the beard, Grateful Dead T-shirt, and Birks. With socks. I slumped in my chair and stared at the half-eaten homemade granola bar in my hand. This sucked. My parents were forcing me to interview for a freaking nanny job.
Not a normal job at the mall or a movie theater where I could see my friends and get discounts on cool stuff.
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