Author's Note: Important Notice!!
You must read this!!! It is of dire importance! I know most of you hate this space where the author rambles on about their boring lives, and I know you want to get to the good stuff, but PLEASE READ THIS!!! I have to address some important issues about the book!! It’s not about my mediocre life, I promise!!!
1. I can hear you snarling in that unlovely way of yours. Yeah, you. You’re saying: “Hey. Never Been Kissed. Isn’t that a movie in which the very awesome Drew Barrymore starred in? Racingheart, you copyright violater! I can reporting you to the feds!!!”
Wait, wait, wait. Don’t report me. This book is NOTHING like the movie “Never Been Kissed”. I am not violating any copyright law. The plot is utterly different. Drew Barrymore, if you’re reading this (you’re not, but still), then I am telling you now, this book is utterly and completely different. Drastically opposite, in fact.
2. Warning: This book is different from my others. You may be thinking: “Racingheart! This is a depressing book about death! How dare you let my beautiful eyes look at this moving and well-written (I hope) piece of work! I’m off to read real literature, like Winnie the Pooh!”
No. I included so many depressing details in the first chapter, so you get a good idea of her background, etc. There are no depressing things after this chapter. Promise. Well, not much. There is some heartbreak, but of the sweet love variety.
3. Give this book a chance!
Nothing has happened in this chapter yet. Literally nothing. I’m no where into this plot. So read the next chapter when I have it up, and then judge.
Rant over. Let's begin.
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A kiss. What is it?
Well, obviously I know – Wikipedia can tell you for free. A kiss is the act of pressing one's lips against the lips of another person. It’s that simple. But doesn’t that seem so clinical, so detached? It doesn’t describe the butterflies in your stomach, the racing heart, the shaking fingers, the weak knees, the tingling lips, the sweaty palms, the hot breaths, the tongues tangling and twisting in sweet agony –
Sorry. I got kind of distracted there. My initial point was that you don’t need to kiss, to know what it feels like. Any romance book can describe that for you. Not for free, like Wikipedia, but for the amount the book costs. Unless you borrow from a library, or a friend. Or just steal one. But my point is, it can all be put into words, right?
This is the moment I say “wrong”, and launch into a long monologue about how kissing can’t be described, and how beautiful and melodic it is, and how awesome it is for tongues to tangle and twist in sweet agony…or some other poetic crap.
Well, how would I know, really? All my experience comes from reading romance books. All I’ve ever known is the boring, black on white description of kissing, written by some middle-aged female romance writer (who if you think about it, is actually kind of weird, to want to write about teenagers and their tongues tangling and twisting in sweet agony).
I know nothing about it.
After all…I’ve never been kissed.
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13 Years, 364 Days, Thirteen Hours, Twenty-One Minutes and Thirty-Two Seconds Old
I ripped the book from Aaron’s hands, and glanced over the pink cover. He glared at me, trying to snatch it back. I laughed, pulling out my birthday party invitation, which he had been using as a bookmark.
