Welcome to the world of Skylar Hoyt, a high school senior whose exotic Hawaiian looks have propelled her to the height of the "in" crowd, but who's no longer sure that's where she really fits. New friends, old friends, a reluctant romance, and a family crisis swirl around Skylar as she tries to keep it together and figure out who she really wants to be. Debut novelist Stephanie Morrill opens her first young adult series with a compelling story about characters every teen will recognize and relate to. Morrill addresses real teen issues, like popularity, friendship, sexuality, and more, with grace and style.

Rendered one of the popular kids by her exotic Hawaiian looks, high-school senior Skylar Hoyt experiences an identity crisis while juggling new and old friends, a reluctant romance, and problems at home. Original.

James “Brick” Carter is the father of two boys: James Carter Jr. and Justin Carter. A New Yorker born in Harlem, he lives in Queens with his wife, Florence. Brick is a subway engineer for New York’s transit system. In his youth, his parents nicknamed him Brick based on his stubborn ways. A Black man, Brick believes in family values and job advancement in the workplace from one generation to the next. He preaches that. Therefore, that value is to be applied to his sons James Jr. and Justin. They must inherit his way of thinking for them to become “a Carter man.” But slowly, as his sons develop, Brick finds certain traits in one of them that he feels will, in the long run, lead to his doom. That day comes, and not even Brick can stop the event that will destroy the Carter family.

In an unflinching account Brooks poignantly captures the struggle of living with a child who appears to see the world through broken glass.

'This is a terrific and very entertaining book considering Wayne once told me that he had never read past page seven of any book.' David Hockney Wayne Sleep has danced with ballet legends Rudolf Nureyev and Margot Fonteyn, partied with Freddie Mercury and performed with Princess Diana, becoming her close friend. Behind the glitz and glamour, Wayne has always felt like an outsider. Sleep reveals the difficulties for a working-class, gay man in handling the prejudices of his generation and living through the Aids epidemic. Wayne was also the shortest principal dancer in the Royal Ballet - he had to spin twice as fast and jump twice as high to succeed. In this moving - but also laugh-out-loud and gossip filled - memoir, Wayne Sleep shows how he danced his way to success, fulfilment and love, and how he overcame obstacles and prejudice along the way.

Clay's mouth dropped open his eyes bulged for there was perfection.She greeted them, "Hello, you must be our gen-erous host the Van-der-Hills. Thank you for having us.""Hello, you must be Gina yes we're your host. This is my Son Clay. Where's Dino?""In the cock-pit, flew the plane in with Santo. He's having a ball, can't bear to leave his love the cock-pit," she's making small talk, but all true. Her brother loves planes."I thought he was into mining?" Clay Sr. said being confused."He is among other things. We both love to fly, have our Pilots License, like Gem Stones, we have bus-iness degrees. I'm also, a C.P.A., Dino a Geologist," she winked at Clay Sr. "Clay Jr., why are you meeting us when it's a gorgeous day out there to have fun?""Thought I may be needed among other things," he jested at her. "I do have friends waiting for a tennis game. Do you and Dino play? You're welcome to join us," he invited, his father raised an eyebrow

Nostalgia is a funny thing, isn’t it? Sometimes it reminds us of a period in the past that makes us so very unhappy but sometimes brings to mind, things that gave us the most happiness. These memories, good or bad, are the only things we will be carrying with us, no matter where life takes us. These memories are what make us who we are. I am eighteen years old and going off to college and even though the world would call me an “adult,” I still feel like I have so much left to see and learn. Join me, Alisha, as I take a walk down memory lane to a time when teenage drama was at its peak, hashtags were not “cool,” the battle with acne was never-ending, feelings for a boy wavered more than an opera singer’s voice, when friends and family did not mean two different things, and every single problem seemed to be the end of the world. Stand with me as I recollect every blunder I committed and be sure to smile with me as I remember all the high moments in life. For all you know, you might even be able to relate to a thing or two. So sit back, relax, and forget all about your drama as you read about mine. Love, Just Another Teenage Girl.