Isla And The Happily Ever After by Stephanie PerkinsIsla And The Happily Ever After by Stephanie Perkins

Isla And The Happily Ever After

byStephanie Perkins

Hardcover | August 14, 2014

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“Stephanie Perkins’s characters fall in love the way we all want to, in real time and for good.” —Rainbow Rowell, Award-winning, bestselling author of Eleanor & Park and Fangirl

A New York Times Bestseller 

Love ignites in the City That Never Sleeps, but can it last?

Hopeless romantic Isla has had a crush on introspective cartoonist Josh since their first year at the School of America in Paris. And after a chance encounter in Manhattan over the summer, romance might be closer than Isla imagined. But as they begin their senior year back in France, Isla and Josh are forced to confront the challenges every young couple must face, including family drama, uncertainty about their college futures, and the very real possibility of being apart.

Featuring cameos from fan-favorites Anna, Étienne, Lola, and Cricket, this sweet and sexy story of true love—set against the stunning backdrops of New York City, Paris, and Barcelona—is a swoonworthy conclusion to Stephanie Perkins’s beloved series.

Stephanie Perkins ( has always worked with books—first as a bookseller, then as a librarian, and now as a novelist. Stephanie lives in the mountains of North Carolina with her husband. Every room of their house is painted a different color of the rainbow.
Title:Isla And The Happily Ever AfterFormat:HardcoverProduct dimensions:352 pages, 8.5 × 5.75 × 1.25 inShipping dimensions:8.5 × 5.75 × 1.25 inPublished:August 14, 2014Publisher:Penguin Young Readers GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0525425632

ISBN - 13:9780525425632


Rated 3 out of 5 by from Did not enjoy at all Least favourite out of the series. I appreciate the cameos of earlier characters though
Date published: 2018-08-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Not a bad ending! My favorite of the three was the first one but I think I preferred this third installment to the second (Lola). I also enjoyed the cameo from the two previous couples and how their story interconnected in the end. I would agree though with other reviews that Isla and Josh chemistry wasn't the best. Still enjoyable!
Date published: 2018-07-22
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Disappointed I read Anna and the French Kiss prior to reading this and honestly, I was disappointed. The references in Anna and the French Kiss is what made me want to read this book but it isn't nearly as good. The beginning was alright kinda slow and also I didn't particularly like Isla as a character. The book progressed okay but I was bored most of the time.
Date published: 2018-07-05
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Ruined all the books for me I didn't root for Isla and Josh to be together. I actually think they brought out the worst in each other, considering the really dumb decisions they made together. I didn't like how Isla treated her best friend. I felt like his autism was purely for tokenism and not for diversity. The reading experience was so bad, and especially that ending, that involved Anna and Etienne and Lola and Cricket actually destroyed any enjoyment I had for Anna and the French Kiss and Lola and the Boy Next Door.
Date published: 2018-05-28
Rated 3 out of 5 by from UGH NOO WHYYYYYYYYYY I did not enjoy this book. I would have put it down without the occasional cameo of characters from previous books. Isla is not a character I like. Read only to finish Anna and St.Clair's story.
Date published: 2018-05-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from great read Love the storyline and how the characters from other books are still included
Date published: 2018-05-07
Rated 1 out of 5 by from sorry stephanie perkins this is the third and most likely the last book i have read from stephanie perkins. this series just didn't do it for me. i don't enjoy the characters she writes and that's the biggest issue. i think the storyline is great and she comes up with cool ideas. but. the. characters. i can not name a single character i liked in this book. every single one is so flat and ultimately when you're characters are trash the story falls flat for me.
Date published: 2018-04-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Loved it! Even though I think that Anna was the best one, this one was still really good and better than Lola.
Date published: 2018-02-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great book! Cute story..loved the ending! #plumreview
Date published: 2018-01-14
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Sweet This story was cute and sweet and definitely deserves a read!
Date published: 2017-12-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Cute! Great book, loved how it ended #Plumreview
Date published: 2017-11-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Yes!!!! I'm a sucker for ginger representation, it made me laugh and cry and really want to work on my art:/ #plumreview
Date published: 2017-10-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Really good! I really enjoyed this book, close to how much I enjoyed Anna and the French Kiss! I was less of a fan of Lola and the Boy Next door, so this one pleasantly surprised me, especially with how it ended. Great conclusion to this trilogy!
Date published: 2017-10-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing wrap up Loved the ending of this book/trilogy :)
Date published: 2017-09-25
Rated 3 out of 5 by from It was good! Wasn't as great as the first two but still really good.
Date published: 2017-09-05
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Enjoyed it! Isla was quite immature at times, which was really frustrating for me. However, I understand why she was the way she was since her character had to develop somehow in the end. Overall, I really enjoyed reading this book. Highly recommend if you are looking for a light romantic read full of adorable moments!
Date published: 2017-09-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Conclusion Isla and the Happily Ever After was not my favorite book in the series, but it was still good. It was a great conclusion to the series.
Date published: 2017-07-22
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A Satisfying Conclusion I think this book ends the series really well, as it talks about a character named Josh who was part of the group in Anna and the French Kiss, and how he finds someone he likes too. In fact, fans of the first and second book will be really happy because the book has cameos and little snip bits of previous characters and how they are doing with their life, except this time they are the supporting characters of Isla and Josh's romantic story. This book takes place In the same setting as the first book; Anna and the French Kiss and it talks about how Josh is the last person to graduate since he is a year younger than Anna, St. Claire, Meridith, and Rashmi, and how he has to stay one more year in SOAP- The School of America in Paris. In fact, it talks about his difficulties as a student until he meets Isla; a shy girl who has been watching Josh all this time, even when he was with his friends. This book really satisfies the fans because it talks about how Josh finally finds true love and it also ends the stories for all of the characters and finishes off the entire series very nicely. Which by the way, the two previous novels were Lola and the Boy Next Door, and Anna and the French Kiss. I think that this book is very mature though as it has some inappropriate things that would be for older audiences. Therefore, I would recommend this book to girls ages 14 and up, due to its use of profanity and disturbing scenes. Other than that, I think this book is a great romantic book that will keep you on the tip of your toes, and thinking that love is a good thing. Thank you to Stephanie Perkins for this amazing series, and we look forward to seeing what the author has in store that she will write for us in the future.
Date published: 2017-07-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I Really enjoyed this one After Lola and the boy next door, i was a little hesitant going into this one, but ive glad i read it. I loved Josh and Isla's story and im happy Stephanie kept the other characters lives going and wrapped it all up in a pretty bow
Date published: 2017-06-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wonderful A stellar conclusion to an amazing trilogy. I love how it ends and how they all come together.
Date published: 2017-04-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from MY FAVORITE BOOK EVER As the title says, this is my favorite book. Definitely her best work of the trilogy. I fell in love with Josh and Isla and their story. This book made me realize that Stephanie Perkins is absolutely my writing god. I love this book so much it's hard to put into words. Recommend 100% and wish she wrote thousands of more books like this. Could not put it down.
Date published: 2017-04-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I LOVE The other two books' characters make cameos in this and they're so cute!
Date published: 2017-03-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Worth it! I waited 2 years for this book to come out. It was definitely worth the wait. It was a wonderful ending to a trilogy. It was such a wonderful read.
Date published: 2017-03-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from ok Not my favourite but good to see characters from previous books
Date published: 2017-02-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! This was by far my favourite of the Anna and the French kiss trilogy, they're not Anna and Etienne but they're still perfect!! Definitely a recommended feel good summer read :)
Date published: 2017-02-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic end to a trilogy! Stephanie Perkins slays. As the last in the Anna and the French Kiss trilogy, I was very pleased to return to France in this book. This instalment takes place between two characters, Isla and Josh who attend the same boarding school in Paris. They are both characters that have been previously mentioned in Anna and the French Kiss. It is their senior year and they wallow through the struggles of the love, the future, insecurities, friendships, balance and happiness. I gave Isla and the Happily Ever After 5/5 stars. I really enjoyed this book and especially liked how it tied all 3 books together. I was pleasantly surprised with questions that I thought wouldn't be answered in Lola and the Boy Next Door, were addressed in this book.The first few pages I believed Isla to be quite a cringy character, until we learn that she was on pain medication and thus acting rather loopy. After understanding that and as the book progressed, I grew to quite enjoy Isla as a character, just as I did with Anna in Anna and the French Kiss. Josh was a very intriguing character, very different from the other protagonists in the series. I really liked him and am glad we got to explore his storyI really admire how Stephanie Perkins creates such relatable, enjoyable and for the most part well-liked characters. Her books have this quick flow to it and is full of jokes. One of the main things I liked about Anna and the French Kiss and Isla and the Happily Ever After especially was the exploration of France and different countries. Discussing nooks and crannies of Paris and sight seeing places. I am actually going to Paris with my family this July so I loved to read about the hidden colosseum and other landmarks/cafes/cool places. I'm going to try to visit a couple of the places that I thought sounded pretty cool in the books. Overall, I am extremely happy with the book, these are like the rom-com's of YA and I love it.
Date published: 2017-02-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great guilty pleasure read I love to read Stephanie Perkins books once in a while because they're such an escape from reality, if you like super sweet and cutesy books this one's for you.
Date published: 2017-02-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from I loved it A fun and fluffy read. A great feel good book
Date published: 2017-02-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Loved it Better than Lola but not as good as Anna. Still an amazing read! loved all the old characters together again!
Date published: 2017-01-28
Rated 4 out of 5 by from YA Must Quick and easy read! Second best of the series after Anna and the French Kiss!
Date published: 2017-01-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Great storyline, my favourite part was the ending where we get to see all of the characters from Anna and the French Kiss and Lola and the Boy Next Door!
Date published: 2017-01-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Love Not my favourite of the series, but still great. Loved seeing the characters of the previous books in the trilogy reappear in the last. Perkins has my loyalty as a fan, I love her writing.
Date published: 2016-12-31
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Cute Stephanie Perkins never fails to deliver on sweet, sappy, wonderful romance with just the right amount of angst and drama. This book was no exception, with great characters, sweet romance, and a perfectly perfect happily ever after. There's only one thing I would complain about, and seeing as it's actually something that is addressed in the book, I don't really have much of a leg to stand on. Isla lagged behind her heroine peers from Anna and the French Kiss} and [book: Lola and the Boy Next Door in that she didn't have the same force of personality or character that the other girls had. She says it herself - she's a bit of a blank canvas, and nearly all of her energy and personality is tied up in Josh and the way she interacts and behaves around him. I was hoping that, during their period of separation, she would become more of her own person, and while there was an element of that happening, it wasn't quite enough for me. However, the cute factor and the story and the writing were excellent, and more than made up for it. Isla does have a very strong, original voice that kept me laughing or crying or cringing with her throughout. And, really, the glimpse of Anna and Etienne at the end almost guaranteed it at least three stars on its own. Plus, Josh was a super, duper great character, and I really loved him. There's never any blank perfect male lead syndrome going on in Perkins' books; Josh, Cricket and Etienne are forces of nature and completely original, and I love them. Overall, super cute, super happy, and the perfect ending to the cutest trilogy ever.
Date published: 2016-12-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from My favourite of the series! I <i>loved</i> this book. I found that Isla was very relatable as well as her thoughts and feelings and some of the morals tied into the story; and I loved Josh the best out of all three guys in this series; his whole personality and humour and creativity and sweetness really charmed me. I understood the feelings and sometimes misguided actions of being in love and although there were maybe one or two times in the story where I felt like Isla and Josh should've given their actions or reactions more thought, I still rooted for them all the way. And plus their faulty reactions were acknowledged and learned from in the end thankfully. I loved their love story and romance and that head over heels kind of love and passion that they both had for each other. It was exhilarating and beautiful. The kind of romance and love I wish to have someday.
Date published: 2016-12-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Perfect way to round out the series Stephanie Perkins has done it again: another perfect romantic book for teens and adults alike.
Date published: 2016-12-08
Rated 3 out of 5 by from My least favourite out of the series I was really excited for this release, but I was disappointed by it. It is probably my least favourite one in the series. Recommended for fans of the books.
Date published: 2016-11-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Thoroughly enjoyed this book Reading the reviews I guess people don't think this book is comparable to Perkins' other books but this being my first one thought it was fantastic. She truly captivates the feeling of falling and being madly in love and makes you feel the way Isla feels. Great and easy read
Date published: 2016-11-18
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Isla and the Happily Ever After Hello drama for drama's sake. Very juvenile, very cliche, very unlikable protagonist.
Date published: 2016-11-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from LOVED IT the amount of feels that hit me during this book was uncountable. the relationship between isla and josh was so cute and passionate, i loved every second of it. As much as i loved Anna and The French Kiss, i loved this book more. And seeing everyone get together was so cute!! i love isla but there were some moments where i was a bit frustrated but over all the characters were well written. The book is perfect for those moments where you just want to read about a cute couple
Date published: 2016-11-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Like sipping on hot chocolate on a snow flurry day. One of those books that just wrap you in a woolen blanketed hug.
Date published: 2015-10-28
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Not As Good As Anna & Lola After reading Anna and the French Kiss, I immediately went to the book store to pick up Lola and the Boy Next Door, as well as this book. I absolutely adored Anna, and I was so excited to read Isla and the Happily Ever After since it would revisit the setting from the first book that I loved so much. Unfortunately, I felt that the story set off too quickly, and there wasn't enough time to become re-aquainted with the main characters of Isla and Josh, although they had been introduced (briefly, in Isla's case) in the first novel. I did enjoy Isla and Kirk's relationship at the throughout the book, but as Isla and Josh's relationship progressed, it began to feel too fast and too fragile, for some reason. Maybe that was the point, but it made me feel unsatisfied. I really did love the group of Anna, Etienne, Lola, Cricket, Isla, and Josh coming together though, really brought back the feeling that the three book really were a connected series. I'm still freaking out over Anna & Etienne! Overall, three stars. I enjoyed this book for being part of a wonderful series, but I would really only recommend it for certain parts of the story, as well as just having closure to the series.
Date published: 2015-09-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Gahhh so in lovvveee I just finished this book! it was fabulous. Charminng, funny, witty, cute, and heart warming -- just like all her other books. Its a fantastic ya contemporary romance that is equal parts adorable and well written, her books are all very well constructed! i also appreciated all the art references. Strong characters, setting, voice, and development. STRONGLY RECOMMEND!
Date published: 2015-08-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Review from This is the Story of My(Reading) Life Like the rest of the world it feels like I've been waiting ten years to get my hands on Isla. Finally I got my grabby little hands on it and devoured it in one sitting. As expected Isla and the Happily Ever After is super adorable and cute. Our favourite previous characters make an appearance and my life starts to make sense again. I'm really hoping Perkins is going to realize how much she wants to write more about these characters and give us a whole new book with all six of them going on an adventure together. Now that would be perfection! The book starts off right on a bang. Isla runs into Josh at a coffee shop, but the kicker is Isla is high on painkillers and it's absolutely hilarious. I'm thinking great, this book is going to be romantic and funny. Isla is going to be this unintentionally funny girl. But unfortunately the beginning of the book really left me with the wrong impression. Now don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed and devoured Isla and the Happily Ever After. There was a lot right about the book but it was no where near the level of Anna and Lola for me. I really loved that we got Isla and Josh's relationship started pretty quickly. To many YA contemporaries are all about the foreplay and than as soon as the couple finally gets together we're at the last page of the book. I effing hate that! I just didn't swoon over Isla and Josh like I did with Anna and St.Clair and Lola and Cricket. Isla's pretty much been in love with Josh for three years. But that's all been from afar. And it was a little uncomfortable watching Isla pine for Josh, even when they were together. Than it just jumps into total insta-love territory and I was left wondering why Josh feel in love with Isla so quickly. I have no idea why Josh is having these feelings for Isla. He's not very vocal beyond his desires to get in her pants. Okay, there is definitely some swoony moments between them. Like Barcelona. *sigh* But I wanted more. I wanted to know why Josh was falling head over heels for Isla. I wanted him to tell her in words. I wanted Isla to realize that she's no longer in a one-way relationship with Josh. She actually has him and she needed to stop the unhealthy obsessing and jealousy. They just didn't talk to each other. I don't like feeling frustrated over a conflict in a book that can be so easily fixed by opening your mouth and actually talking to the person about it. Why keep it all so secretive? You're in a relationship, so talk about your damn feelings with each other. And if you can't, than you're to immature to be in a relationship. Grow up and deal with grown up feelings like a grown up! Obviously I was feeling a bunch of frustration. To much... Like I mentioned, Isla started off super funny. Yes, she was technically high. But I'm thinking she's going to be this loopy, nerdy and shy girl. But she'll totally steal it with her independence and brilliance. Sure, she was totally like that at moments. But once Josh was a permanent fixture in Isla's life she kind of became this wet blanket that didn't know who she was except that she knew she had to do everything to keep Josh. That was a little disheartening. I needed Isla to be herself, so Josh could fall in love with this amazing person. But she was so unsure of herself and how Josh could love someone like her. I wasn't expecting that. I didn't get that with Anna and Lola and I know it may be unfair to say, because they are all very different characters, but I expected just so much cuteness with some small little blips along the way. We kind of got to know Josh in Anna and the French Kiss and I was super excited to get to know him even more that he was going to be the romantic interest. But I don't know, I didn't really feel like I got to know him all that much better. He was still kind of a mystery. I wanted more from him. I really liked the Josh I got. Why couldn't we get more beyond his art? It's weird, I got to know him, but I didn't really now that I think about it. I don't know if that makes sense. I was also a little disappointed that we didn't get to fall in love with Paris all over again. In Anna it was this amazing secondary character. It's one of the big reasons why I love Anna so much. It was kind of forgotten in Isla though. That made me really sad. What I lived for though was the moment when I knew I would get to see all the old gang again. And that was definitely the best part of the book. I wanted it to last longer than a few pages. I needed it to. But alas this wasn't their book. Anna and Lola already had their turns. But guys, those few pages are pure bliss. You'll sigh and laugh and smile your face off. God, it was fantastic! I know this review makes it seem like my rating of the book is totally not making sense. But I assure you I absolutely enjoyed Isla and the Happily Ever After. Perkins doesn't shy away from writing about normal teenage behavior, like sex. Or bringing in a character with difficult social skills(I loved Kurt). She writes everything in a totally realistic and believable way. Dialogue isn't forced. It's so easy. I love her story telling. I love that I could pick up Anna, Lola or Isla and have a total lift in my mood. I love that I can depend on Perkins for that.
Date published: 2015-08-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Not as good To be honest, I enjoyed Anna and Lola better than Isla. I just didnt feel a strong connection between Josh and Isla. The book was harder to finish and it felt like I was forcing myself to finish it. In my opinion, Anna and Lola was better, but I really liked the ending Stephanie Perkins made for Anna and Lola. It wasn't as good, but it was still somewhat enjoyable!
Date published: 2015-05-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it!!!! I really loved the first two books and so as this one! Stephanie Perkins is really one of my favourite authors!
Date published: 2014-12-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from OMG!!! MUST READ!!! <3 <3 <3 I have been dying to read this book, and it is amazing!! I definitely recommend this book, and is great for people who love John Green books. So sweet and perfect. I have found a new favourite series!!! The way it wraps everything together is perfect!!! OMG!!
Date published: 2014-11-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Such a great ending! I knew that this book was going to be big and when I read the first two books set in Perkins' world, I knew I would like it. Thank goodness I did. Got to fangirl over the books once again and not being the perpetual black sheep. This follows Isla who appears in the first book. Having a major crush on Josh (when he was with another girl) didn't help her at all. But once she reconnects with Isla during the summer break, they end up being more than friends. What an ending for these characters! I just love the special cameos from the previous characters that included Anna, St. Clair, Lola, Cricket and the rest of the gang. Isla has the whole love lorn girl down pat. She is wholly a person who very insecure which is refreshing from the confidant Anna and Lola from previous books. I liked her a lot. She was very real, and reminded me of well ME when I was younger. Insecure, shy and bookish, a total introvert who kept close to herself. Josh was a true romantic at heart, and the fact that he wrote a comic about his life seemed so much more artistic and real than any of the other love interests. I really liked how aloof he could be and not so in your face. Perkins has this wonderful narrative quality about her characters and Kurt was no exception. He was a wonderful secondary character and he reminded me a lot of one of my own friends. I also found it hilarious that Isla's parents named their children after the places they were conceived. Having the cover set in New York City, I thought the whole book would be there, but it wasn't and was a little disappointed until the setting was moved to Europe. Not only Paris, but to Spain. Viva Espania! That was pretty much the only thing that bothered me about the entire book. This one is a definite re-read for years to come because I'd love to get lost in their cute little love stories. There's just something about Stephanie Perkins' characters that make them so lovable and larger than life. They seem real and their personality always bursts out of the pages..Except Isla. She's the introvert, the one who I could have related to when I was younger, and that makes it all the more memorable. Highly recommended, you will enjoy reading this as much as I did.
Date published: 2014-11-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Review from Esther's Ever After Isla is Stephanie Perkin's third book that proves her to be a master of not only romance, but storytelling. I was first introduced (and convinced) to read her first book, Anna and the French Kiss, when I began blogging three years ago (in 2011!) and I've been a devoted fan ever since then! I was looking forward to Isla because although she only had a small role to play in Anna, I knew this last book in this collection was going to be incredible. Reasons to Read: 1. Books with a feeling of nostalgia: Very few books leave me with such a strong nostalgic feeling. But Stephanie has this way of writing that makes her readers intensely feel the same emotional roller coaster as her characters. Her books perfectly capture many of the feelings and experiences I had as a teenager, and I love that. I found it was particularly strong in Isla because Isla's awkward moments and intense relationship with Josh were so familiar to me. 2. Romantic longing: One of my favourite feelings in the world is that period when you first realize you have a crush on someone... and then it starts to move in the right direction! It is this crazy, wild adrenaline rush and that is exactly what Isla (and Josh) experience in this book. Isla has pined for Josh for years, and we get to read about how she first approaches Josh and their friendship develops from there. But it's that rising anticipation throughout the book that kept me hooked! 3. Revisit some of our other favourite Perkins' couples: I love how Stephanie includes little cameos of characters she's written about in previous books. It's so fun to get to see glimpses of how their lives turned out, and I think that this is especially true in Isla and the Happily Ever After. Because this book is the end of this three-book collection, it seems like so much more than just the potential of a "happily ever after" for Isla - it's as if it's the happily ever after for Anna, Lola, and even for us as readers. I can't sing the praises of this book enough. Isla and Josh are adorable. They're also flawed, and kind of stupid at times. Which is fine, because I've done silly things as well. I truly wish I could crawl inside the pages of this book and live in Paris with Anna and Isla and do my makeup and get dressed up with Lola. Because we would be best friends, even if they are fictional. Hardcover purchased.
Date published: 2014-09-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Perfect Perkins Isla and Josh have gone to the same school for years but have never really known each other. That all changes their senior year, after a random meeting in a coffee shop in New York sparks something that follows them to school in Paris. I would say this was my favourite book out of the series(but I might be biased by how Isla got her name). It took everything I loved about the first two books and combined them into something I spent all night reading. I liked the little glimpse we got of Isla in Anna and the French Kiss, but now, in her own book, she really stood out as a character I loved. She was shy and a little awkward, protective of her friends, and she had no idea what she wanted to do after high school. I really liked that this was an ongoing issue throughout the book and the school year instead of being glossed over. I loved Josh in Anna and the French Kiss, I felt for him being younger than all his friends and having to do senior year alone. The more we found out about Josh in this book, the more I felt for him. I really did enjoy everything about this book. The characters had depth and flaws and struggles and all those things were reasons why Isla and Josh worked so well together, and why Isla?s friendship with Kurt was so memorable, why I can remember Isla?s sisters names(besides the cute name story) even though they played pretty minor roles. If Anna was discovering the touristy Paris, Isla was all about the secret spots only locals know about. This book could easily stand on its own so a reader doesn?t have to read Anna or Lola to understand the story(but should because they?re awesome). Unlike the first two where the struggle was more about the couple actually getting together, Isla and Josh?s struggle was more about the work it can take to make a relationship last, the accepting of other friendships, past relationships, any and all outside forces that wish to keep them apart. I loved it all. One last note: beware, this book could cause a book hangover. Proceed with care.
Date published: 2014-08-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome YA Contemp Well this has been one of the most anticipated books in the blogosphere. I have to say I was very pleasantly surprised when my pre-order came early and after a pretty sad, tragic day for me I was happy to start it right away.It didn't take me long to get right into the story and I finished it in less than 24 hours. I may have stayed up until 3am to finish it. I was a little nervous that I wouldn't like this book as much as Anna and the French Kiss or Lola and the Boy Next Door but let me tell you, I liked this book the best. Perkins did not disappoint and I will forever buy every single piece of writing this woman puts out. The novel is a contemporary YA story following Isla (that's Eye-la, not Iz-la) and Josh. Both hail from the great NYC but attend a boarding school in Paris, France. The very same boarding school from Anna and the French Kiss. Josh and Isla both made their debut in Anna but Josh had a more predominant role. He was still a secondary character and it was very nice to read more about him and delve into his life. I fell in love with both of these characters. Isla is slightly insecure and has trouble making friends. Her one true friend is Kurt, whom she has known since she was a child. Kurt has high functioning autism, otherwise known as Asperger's, and is a great side character. I mean the guy is named after Kurt Cobain. I grew up listening to Nirvana so there's no way I wouldn't like this character. Also, speaking of character names- Isla is named after Prince Edward Island. This is one of Canada's treasures and I have been lucky enough to visit there for the past 2 summers. Thanks for the Canadian shout out Ms. Perkins. Joshua is the son of a man running for Senate. He is artistic and most of this friends graduated the year previous. The two fall for each other but things get a little complicated in their relationship. I can't say much except that this is the perfect read for the summer. You get glimpses of NYC, Paris and Barcelona. Perkins has a way of writing characters that you adore. They aren't perfect and polished; they have their flaws but that just makes them all the more realistic. It is not only the main characters but also all the secondary characters that make this book well rounded. While I grew frustrated with Isla's sister Hattie for most of the book, by the end of the book she was endearing. We also get a few cameos from our favourite characters from the previous books. I may have gotten a bit teary during some of these scenes. I quite enjoyed this book and I think that if you like contemporary novels with a cute storyline and beautiful settings then this is the book for you. This book is perfect for the beach because it is light and fun. I can't wait to see what Perkins comes up with next.
Date published: 2014-08-11

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chapter oneIt’s midnight, it’s sweltering, and I might be high on Vicodin, but that guy—that guy right over there—that’s him.The him.His posture is as familiar as a recurring dream. Shoulders rounded down, head cocked to the right, nose an inch from the tip of his pen. Absorbed. My heart swells with a painful sort of euphoria. He’s close, only two tables over and facing my direction. The café is boiling. The atmosphere is clouded with bittersweet coffee. Three years of desire rip through my body and burst from my lips:“Josh!”His head jolts up. For a long time, a very long time, he just stares at me. And then. . . he blinks. “Isla?”“You know my name. You can pronounce my name.” Most people call me Iz-la, but I’m Eye-la. Island without the nd. I erupt into a smile that immediately vanishes. Ouch.Josh glances around, as if searching for someone, and then cautiously sets down his pen. “Uh, yeah. We’ve sat beside each other in a ton of classes.”“Five classes beside each other, twelve classes together total.”A pause.“Right,” he says slowly. Another pause. “Are you okay?”A guy who looks like a young Abraham Lincoln with a piercing fetish tosses a single-page laminated menu onto my table.I don’t look at it. “Something soft, please.”Abe scratches his beard, weary.“But no tomato soup, chocolate pudding, or raspberry applesauce. That’s all I’ve had to eat today,” I add.“Ah.” Abe’s mood lightens. “You’re sick.”“No.”His mood darkens again. “Whatever.” He snatches up the menu. “Allergic to anything? You kosher? Vegetarian?”“Huh?”“I’ll have a look in the kitchen.” And he stalks away.My gaze returns to Josh, who is still watching me. He looks down at his sketchbook, and then back up, and then back down. Like he can’t decide if we’re still having a conversation. I look down, too. I’m getting the increasingly alarming notion that if I keep talking, tomorrow I might have something to regret.But. . . as if I can’t help it—because I can’t, not when I’m around him—I glance up. My veins throb as my eyes drink him in. His long, beautiful nose. His slender, assured arms. His pale skin is a few shades darker from the summer sun, and his black tattoo peeks out from underneath his T-shirt sleeve.Joshua Wasserstein. My crush on him is near unbearable.He looks up again, too, and I blush. Blushing. The curse of redheads everywhere. I’m grateful when he clears his throat to speak. “It’s strange, you know? That we’ve never run into each other before.”I leap in. “Do you come here often?”“Oh.” He fidgets with his pen. “I meant in the city? I knew you lived on the Upper West, but I’ve never seen you around.”My chest tightens. I knew that about him, but I had no idea that he knew that about me. We attend a boarding school for Americans in Paris, but we spend our breaks in Manhattan. Everybody knows that Josh lives here, because his father has one of the New York seats in the United States Senate. But there’s no reason for anyone to remember that I live here, too.“I don’t get out often,” I blurt. “But I’m starving, and there’s nothing to eat at home.” And then, somehow, I’m dropping into the empty seat across from him. My compass necklace knocks against his tabletop. “My wisdom teeth were removed this morning, and I’m taking all of these medications, but my mouth is still sore so that’s why I can only eat soft foods.”Josh breaks into his first smile.Accomplishment puffs up inside of me. I return the smile as full as I can, even though it hurts. “What?”“Painkillers. It makes sense now.”“Oh, shit.” I tuck up a leg and smack my kneecap on the table. “Am I acting that loopy?”He laughs with surprise. People always laugh, because they don’t expect words like shit to come out of someone so petite, someone with a voice so quiet, so sweet. “I could just tell something was different,” he says. “That’s all.”“Side effects include the cruel combination of exhaustion and insomnia. Which is why I’m here now.”Josh laughs again. “I had mine extracted last summer. You’ll feel better tomorrow.”“Promise?”“Not really. But definitely in a few days.”Our smiles fade into a reflective silence. We’ve rarely spoken to each other at school and never outside of it. I’m too shy, and he’s too reserved. Plus, he had the same girlfriend for, like, forever.Had.They broke up last month, right before her graduation. Josh and I still have our senior year to go. And I wish there were a logical reason for him to show a sudden interest in me, but . . . there’s not. His ex was tenacious and outspoken. My opposite. Maybe that’s why I’m startled when I find myself pointing at his sketchbook, eager to prolong this temporary state. This miracle of conversation.“What are you working on?” I ask.His arm shifts to block the exposed drawing, someone resembling a young Abe Lincoln. “I was just. . . messing around.”“That’s our server.” I grin. Ouch.He looks a bit sheepish as he pulls back his arm, but he only shrugs. “And the couple in the corner.”We’re not alone?I twist around to discover a middle-aged man and woman, all the way in the back, sharing a copy of the Village Voice. There isn’t anyone else here, so at least I’m not too out of it. I don’t think. I turn back to Josh, my courage rising.“May I see that?”I asked. I can’t believe that I asked. I’ve always wanted to look inside of his sketchbooks, always wanted to hold one. Josh is the most talented artist at our school. He works in several mediums, but his real passion is the comic form. I once overheard him say that he’s working on a graphic novel about his life.An autobiography. A diary. What secrets would it contain?I content myself with doodles viewed over his shoulder, paintings drying in the art studio, sketches tacked to the doors of his friends. His style is almost whimsical. It’s melancholy and beautiful, completely his own. The lines are careful. They reveal that he pays attention. People don’t think he does, because he daydreams and skips class and neglects his homework, but when I see his drawings, I know they’re wrong.I wish he would look at me the way that he looks at his subjects. Because then he’d see there’s more to me than shy, just like I see there’s more to him than slacker.My cheeks burn again—as if he could hear my thoughts—but then I realize. . . he is studying me. Have I overstayed my welcome? His expression grows concerned, and I frown. Josh nods toward the table. His sketchbook is already before me.I laugh. He does, too, though it’s tinged with confusion.His book is still open to the work in progress. A thrill runs through me. On one page, Abe’s face stares with boredom at the sketchbook’s spine. Even the rings in his septum, eyebrows, and ears seem dull and annoyed. On the opposite page, Josh has perfectly captured the middle-aged couple’s studious, gentle frowns.I touch a corner, one without ink, oh so lightly. To prove to myself that this moment is real. My voice turns reverent. “These are amazing. Is the whole thing filled with portraits like this?”Josh closes the sketchbook and slides it back toward himself. Its pages are thick with use. On the cover is a blue sticker shaped like America. A single word has been handwritten across it: WELCOME. I don’t know what that means, but I like it.“Thanks.” He gives me another smile. “It’s for whatever, but yeah. Mainly portraits.”“And you’re allowed to do that?”His brow creases. “Do what?”“Like, you don’t need their permission?”“To draw them?” he asks. I nod, and he continues. “Nah. I’m not using these for anything special. This isn’t even my good sketchbook. See? I can’t remove the pages.”“Do you do this a lot? Draw strangers?”“Sure.” He reaches for his coffee cup with an index finger. There’s a splotch of black ink near his nail. “To be good at anything you have to practice.”“Do you wanna practice on me?” I ask.Pink blossoms across Josh’s cheeks as Abe slaps down two dishes. “Chicken broth and cheesecake,” Abe says to me. “That’s all we had.”“Merci,” I say.“De nada.” Abe rolls his eyes and walks away.“What’s with that guy?” I ask, shoveling in the cheesecake. “Ohmygod, sogood.” I mumble this through a full mouth. “Youwannabite?”“Uh. No, thanks.” Josh seems flustered. “You look hungry.”I begin happily devouring the rest.“So you live close by?” he asks, after a few moments.I swallow. “Two minutes away.”“Me too. Ten minutes.”I must look surprised, because he continues. “I know. Weird, right?”“That’s cool.” I glug my broth. “Ohmygod. This is incredible.”He watches me quietly for another minute. “So. . . you were serious? You wouldn’t mind if I sketched you?”“Yeah, I’d love that.” I love youuuuuuuuu. “What should I do?”“Don’t worry about it. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”“Ha! You’ll draw me eating like a horse. No. A pig. I meant pig. Do I mean a pig or a horse?”Josh shakes his head in amusement. He opens the sketchbook to a new page and looks up. His eyes lock on to mine. I’m dumbstruck.Hazel.The word adds itself to my internal list of Facts About Josh. Sometimes his eyes had seemed green, sometimes brown. Now I know why.Hazel. Josh’s eyes are hazel.I float into a green-brown fog. The scritch of his pen mingles with the scratch of an old folk song coming from the speakers. Their combined tune is yearning and turmoil and anguish and love. Outside, storm clouds burst. Rain and wind join the score, and I hum along. My head clunks against a window.I sit up, startled. My bowl and plate are empty. “How long have I been here?”“A while.” Josh smiles. “So. Those drugs you’re on. Good stuff, huh?”I moan. “Tell me I wasn’t drooling.”“No drool. You look happy.”“I am happy,” I say. Because. . . I am. My eyes dim.“Isla,” he whispers. “It’s time to go.”I lift my head from the table. When did it get there?“Kismet is closing.”“What’s Kismet?”“Fate,” he says.“What?”“The name of this café.”“Oh. Okay.” I follow him outside and into the night. It’s still raining. The drops are fat and warm. I cover my head with my bare hands as Josh stuffs his sketchbook underneath his shirt. I catch a glimpse of his abdomen. Yummy. “Yummy tummy.”He startles. “What?”“Hmm?”A smile plays in the corners of his lips. I want to kiss them, one kiss in each corner. “Okay, Loopy.” He shakes his head. “Which way?”“Which way to what?”“To your place.”“You’re coming over?” I’m delighted.“I’m walking you home. It’s late. And it’s pouring.”“Oh, that’s nice,” I say. “You’re nice.”The traffic lights glow yellow on the wet asphalt. I point the way, and we run across Amsterdam Avenue. The rain pours harder. “Up there!” I say, and we duck underneath a city block covered in scaffolding. Weighty raindrops clang against the aluminum like a pinball machine.“Isla, wait!”But it’s too late.Scaffolding is generally ideal for escaping bad weather, but occasionally the bars will cross together to create a funnel, which can collect water and soak a person completely. I am soaked. Completely. My hair clings to my face, my sundress clings to my figure, and water squishes between my sandals and the soles of my feet.“Ha-ha.” I’m not sure it’s real laughter.“Are you okay?” Josh stoops under the scaffolding, swerves around the waterfall, and then stoops back in beside me.I am laughing. I clutch my stomach. “Hurts. . . mouth. . . to laugh. My mouth. My mouth and my stomach. And my mouth.”He laughs, too, but it’s distracted. His eyes suddenly, pointedly move up to my face, and I realize he’d been looking elsewhere. My smile widens. Thank you, slutty funnel.Josh shifts away, his posture uncomfortable. “Almost there, yeah?”I gesture toward a row of gabled buildings across the street. “The second one. With the copper-green windows and the tiled roof.”“I’ve sketched those before.” His eyes widen, impressed. “They’re gorgeous.”My parents’ apartment is located in a line of Flemish-inspired homes built in the late nineteenth century. We live in one of the only neighborhoods that’s nice enough for residents to have flowers on their stoops, and passersby won’t destroy them.“Maman likes them, too. She likes pretty things. She’s French. That’s why I go to our school.” My voice drifts as Josh guides me toward the entrance with the climbing pink roses above the door. Home. He removes his hand from the small of my back, and it’s only then that I realize it was there in the first place.“Merci,” I say.“You’re welcome.”“Thanks,” I say.“De rien.”The air is heavy with the perfume of rain-dripped roses. I fumble my way inside the building, and he waits on the sidewalk, statuesque. His dark hair is as wet as mine now. A stream of water cascades down his nose. One arm clutches the sketchbook against his chest, underneath his T-shirt.“Thank you,” I say again.He raises his voice so that I can hear him through the glass door. “Get some rest, Loopy. Sweet dreams.”“Sweet,” I echo. “Dream.”chapter twoOhmygod what the hell did I do last night?????????chapter threeAnd the whole thing is a blur! And I don’t remember anything I said, or anything he said, and he must have walked me home because he knew I was so high that I’d get run over by a taxi.”Kurt Donald Cobain Bacon keeps his eyes fixed upon my ceiling. “So Josh paid for your food.”It takes a moment for this statement to register. My best friend and I are lying beside each other on top of my bed. One of my hands slowly reaches out of its own accord and twists the front of his shirt into a tight knot.“Don’t do that.” His tone is brusque—as it often is—though not impolite.I remove my hand, which travels straight to my swollen, throbbing, worse-than-yesterday gums. And then I emit a rather frightening moan.“You said he woke you up, and then you left the café,” Kurt says. “That means he paid your bill.”“I know. I know.” But I’m scrambling out of bed anyway. I grab my purse, dump it upside down, and shake it frantically.“You won’t find it,” he says.A well-loved paperback about a hiking disaster on Mount Everest thunks against my rug. Pens and lipsticks and quarters shower out and roll away. My wallet. An empty pack of tissues, a pair of sunglasses, a crumpled flyer for a new bagel store. Nothing. I shake it harder. Still nothing. I check my wallet even though I already know what I won’t find: a receipt from the café.“Told you,” he says.“I have to apologize for being such a lunatic. I have to pay him back.”“Pay who back?” Hattie asks.My head whips around to find my younger sister appraising me from the doorway. She’s leaning against the frame with crossed arms, but she still looks way too tall. Which she is. Not only did she surpass me in height last year, but she far exceeded me.“I know what you did last night,” she says. “I know you snuck out.”“I didn’t sneak out. I just left for a few hours.”“But Maman and Dad don’t know.”I don’t reply, and Hattie smiles. She’s as smug as a house cat. She won’t tell. With information this valuable, she’ll hold on to it until it’s useful. Hattie swipes my wallet from the floor and—staring me down, lording over me with her stupid growth spurt—drops it back into my purse. And then she’s gone.I throw the purse at her vacated space and crawl into bed. I wrap both of my arms around one of Kurt’s. “You have to go with me,” I say. “To the café. Tonight.”His eyebrows furrow into their familiar V shape. “You think Josh is a regular?”“Maybe.” I have no reason to think this. I just want him to be a regular. “Please, I have to explain myself.”His shoulders shrug against me. “Then I’ll find the Right Way.”Kurt likes routine, and he always likes to know where he’s going ahead of time. He’s obsessed with mapping out the best route to get anywhere. . . even a café that’s only a few minutes away. He calls these routes the Right Way. The Right Way never involves mass transit, crowded intersections, or streets containing Abercrombie & Fitch–type stores that blast noxious music and/or cologne.Cartography has fascinated him since he was six, when he discovered The Times Atlas of the World weighing down one of my older sister’s gluey craft projects. The book became an obsession, and Kurt pored over its pages for years, memorizing names and shapes and distances. When we were young, we’d lie on my floor and draw our own maps. Kurt would make these tidy, detailed, to-scale maps of our neighborhood while I’d create England-shaped islands with Old English–sounding names. They’d have dense woods and spidery rivers and snowcapped peaks, and I’d surround them with shark triangles and sea-monster arches. It drove Kurt crazy that I wouldn’t draw anything real.I’ve known him forever. Our mothers are also best friends—and they’re both Frenchwomen living in New York—so he’s just. . . always been around. We went to the same schools in Manhattan, and now we attend the same high school in Paris. He’s thirteen months younger than me, so there was only one year when we were apart—when he was in eighth grade, and I was a freshman. Neither of us likes to think about that year.I blow a lock of his scruffy blond hair from my face. “You don’t think. . . ”“You’re gonna have to finish that sentence.”“It’s just. . . Josh and I talked. I remember feeling happy. You don’t think it’s possible that last night was. . . not some embarrassing mishap, but. . . my way in?”He frowns again. “Your way into what?”Kurt isn’t good at filling in blanks. And even though he’s always known how I feel about Josh, I still hesitate before saying it aloud. This tiny, flickering hope. “A relationship. Kismet, you know?”“Fate doesn’t exist.” He gives me a dismissive huff. “Catalog last night as another embarrassing mishap. It’s been a while since you’ve had one,” he adds.“Almost a year.” I sigh. “Right on schedule.”Josh and I have had exactly one meaningful interaction per year, none of which have left me looking desirable. When we were freshmen, Josh saw me reading Joann Sfar in the cafeteria. He was excited to find someone else interested in European comics, so he began asking me this rapid string of questions, but I was too overwhelmed to reply. I could only gape at him in silence. He gave me a weird look and then left.When we were sophomores, our English teacher partnered us up for a fake newspaper article. I was so nervous that I couldn’t stop tapping my pen. And then it slipped from my grasp. And then it flew into his forehead.When we were juniors, I caught him and his girlfriend making out in an elevator. It wasn’t even at school. It was inside BHV, this massive department store. I bumbled an unintelligible hello, let the doors close, and took the stairs.“But,” I persist, “I have a reason to talk to him now. You don’t think there’s any chance that it might lead to something?”“Since when is human behavior reasonable?”“Come on.” I widen my eyes like an innocent doe. “Can’t you pretend with me? Even for a second?”“I don’t see the point in pretending.”“That was a joke,” I explain, because sometimes Kurt needs explanations.He scowls at himself in frustration. “Noted.”“I dunno.” I burrow against the side of his body. “It’s not logical, and I can’t explain it, but. . . I think Josh will be there tonight. I think we’ll see him.”“Before you ask”—Kurt barges into my new dorm room in Paris, three months later, narrowly missing a run-in with an empty suitcase—“no. I didn’t see him.”“I wasn’t going to ask.” Although I was.My last ember of hope gutters. Over the summer, it faded and faded until it was barely visible at all. The ghost of a hope. Because Kurt was right, human behavior isn’t reasonable. Or predictable. Or even satisfying. Josh wasn’t there at midnight, nor was he there the next night. Nor the following day. I checked the café at all hours for two weeks, and my memories of happiness disintegrated as I was faced with reality: I didn’t hear any music. I didn’t feel any rain. I didn’t even see any Abe.It was as if that night had never happened.I looked for Josh online. I pulled his email address from last year’s school handbook, but when I tried to send a casual/friendly explanation/apology—an email that took four hours to compose—the server informed me that his account was inactive from disuse.Then I tried the various social networks. I didn’t get far. I don’t actually have any accounts, because social networking has always felt like a popularity contest to me. A public record of my own inadequacies. The only thing I found was the same black-and-white, again and again, of Josh standing beside the River Seine, staring somberly at some fixed point in the distance. I confess I’d seen it before. He’d been using the picture online for months. But it was too pathetic to sign up anywhere just to become his so-called friend.So then I did the thing that I swore to myself I would never do: I Googled his home address. The waves of my shame could be felt across state lines. But it was in this final step toward stalkerdom that I was led to the information I’d been seeking all along. His father’s website featured a photo of the family exiting an airport terminal in DC. The picture had been taken two days after Kismet, and the caption explained that they’d remain in the capital until autumn. The senator looked stately and content. Rebecca Wasserstein was waving toward the camera, flashing that toothy, political-spouse smile.And their only child?He trailed behind them, head down, sketchbook in arm. I clicked on the picture to make it bigger, and my eyes snagged on a blue sticker shaped like America.I’m in there. I’m in that sketchbook.I never saw his drawing. What would it have revealed about me? About him? I wondered if he ever looked at it. I wondered about it all summer long.Kurt jiggles the handle of my new door, shaking me back into France. “This is catching. You need to get it fixed.”“The more things change, the more they stay the same,” I say.He frowns. “That doesn’t make sense. The door you had last year worked fine.”“Never mind.” I sigh. Three months is a long time. Any confidence I had in speaking to Josh has crumbled back into shyness and fear. Even if Kurt had just seen him in the hallway, it’s not like I would’ve left my room to speak with him.Kurt pushes his body weight against the door, listens for its telltale click, and then flops down beside me on the bed. “Our doors are supposed to lock automatically. I shouldn’t be able to walk in like that.”“And yet—”“I keep doing it.” He grins.“It’s strange, though, right?” My voice is tinged with the same awe that it’s had since our arrival two days ago. “Whose door that used to be?”“Statistically unlikely. But not impossible.”I have a lifetime’s worth of experience shaking off Kurt’s wonder-killing abilities, so his response doesn’t bother me. Especially because, despite a summer of disappointments and backtracking . . .I, Isla Martin, am now living in Joshua Wasserstein’s last place of residence.These were his walls. This was his ceiling. That black grease mark on the baseboards, the one right above the electrical outlet? He probably made that. For the rest of the year, I will have the same view of the same street outside of the same window. I will sit in his chair, bathe in his shower, and sleep in his bed.His bed.I trace a finger along the stitching of my quilt. It’s an embroid-ered map of Manhattan. When I’m in Manhattan, I sleep underneath a quilt that’s an embroidered map of Paris. But underneath this blanket and underneath these sheets, there’s a sacred space that once belonged to Josh. He dreamed here. I want this to mean something.My door bursts back open.“My room is bigger than yours,” Hattie says. “This is like a prison cell.”Yeah. I’m gonna have to fix that door.“True,” Kurt says, because the rooms in Résidence Lambert are the size of walk-in closets. “But how many roommates were you assigned? Two? Three?”This is my sister’s first year attending SOAP—the School of America in Paris. When I was a freshman, our older sister, Gen, was a senior. Now I’m the senior, and Hattie is the freshman. She’ll be living in the underclass dormitory down the street. Students in Grivois have roommates, tons of supervision, and enforced curfews. Here in Lambert, we have our own rooms, one Résidence Director, and significantly more freedom.Hattie glowers at Kurt. “At least I don’t have to hide from my roommates.”“Don’t be an assrabbit,” he says.Last year—when I was in this dorm, and he was still in Grivois—he slept in my bed more often than his own, because he couldn’t get along with his roommates. But I didn’t mind. We’ve been sharing beds since before we could talk. And Kurt and I are strictly friends. There’s none of that he’s-my-best-friend-but-we’re-secretly-in-love bullshit. A relationship with him would feel incestuous.Hattie narrows her eyes. “Everyone’s waiting in the lobby for dinner.” She’s referring to both his parents and ours. “Hurry up.” She slams my door. It pops back open, but she’s already gone.I haul myself off the bed. “I wish my parents could’ve sent her to boarding school in Belgium. They speak French there, too.”Kurt sits up. “That’s a joke, right?”It is. It’s important to my parents that my sisters and I receive a portion of our education in France. We’re dual citizens. We all received our early schooling in the United States, and we’ve all been sent here for high school. It’s our choice where to go next. Gen chose Smith College in Massachusetts. I’m not sure where I want to live, but soon I’ll be applying to both la Sorbonne here in Paris and Columbia back in New York.Kurt pulls up the hood of his favorite charcoal-gray sweatshirt, even though it’s warm outside. I grab my room key, and we leave. It takes both of his hands to yank my door closed. “You really do need to talk to Nate about that.” He nods to our Résidence Director’s apartment, only two doors down.Okay. So Josh’s old room does have its drawbacks. It’s also located on the ground floor so it’s loud. Extra loud, actually, because it’s also-also located beside the stairwell.“There he is,” Kurt says.I assume he means Nate, but I follow his gaze and grind to a halt.Him.Josh is waiting for the elevator in the lobby. In less than a second, an entire summer of daydreaming and planning and rehearsing explodes into nothingness. I close my eyes to steady myself. I’m dizzy. It physically hurts to look at him. “I can’t breathe.”“Of course you can breathe,” Kurt says. “You’re breathing right now.”Josh looks alone.I mean, he is alone, but. . . he looks alone. He’s carrying a cloth grocery bag and staring at the elevator, completely detached from the crowd behind him. Kurt drags me toward the lobby. The elevator dings, the door opens, and Josh pushes back its old-fashioned gate. Students and parents bustle in behind him—way too many people for such a small space—and as we pass by, he flinches at being shoved into a corner. But the flinch is just that, one quick moment, before his expression slides back into indifference.The crowd jostles and smashes buttons and someone’s dad forces the gate shut, but that’s when an odd thing happens. Josh looks out over the sea of passengers and through the metal cage. And his eyes go from blank to seeing. They see me.The elevator door closes.chapter fourThe head of school is finishing up her usual first-day, post-breakfast, welcome-back speech. Kurt and I are in the back of the courtyard, nestled between two trees pruned like giant lollipops. The air smells faintly of iron. The school looms over us, all gray stone and cascading vines and heavy doors. Our classmates loom before us.There are twenty-five students per grade here—always one hundred students total—and it’s difficult to get accepted. You have to have excellent grades, high test scores, and several letters of recommendation. It helps to have connections. Gen got in because Maman knew someone in the administration, I got in because of Gen, and Hattie got in because of me. It’s cliquey like that.It’s also expensive. You have to come from money to attend.When my father was only nineteen, he built an overdrive pedal for guitarists called the Cherry Bomb. It was red and revolutionary and turned him from the son of a Nebraskan farmer into a very wealthy man. It’s one of the most copied pedals ever, but musicians still pay top dollar for the original. His company’s name is Martintone, and even though he still tinkers with pedals, as an adult he works mainly as a studio engineer.“I have one final announcement.” The head’s voice is as poised as her snow-white chignon. She’s American, but she could easily pass for French.Kurt studies a map on his phone. “I’ve found a better route to the Treehouse.”“Oh, yeah? After all this time?” I’m scanning the courtyard for Josh. Either he slept in or he’s already skipping. I planned my outfit carefully, because it’s the first day in months when I know I’ll see him. My style tends to be rather feminine, and today I’m wearing a dress patterned with tiny Swiss dots. It has a scoop neck and a short hem, both of which help me look taller, but I’ve added a pair of edgy Parisian heels to keep me from looking too innocent or vanilla. I can’t imagine Josh falling for someone vanilla.Not that Josh would ever fall for me.But I wouldn’t want to ruin any chance.Even though I don’t have a chance.But just in case I do.Even though I don’t.“But I’ll let him tell you in his own words,” the head says, continuing a sentence whose beginning I did not hear. She moves aside, and a short figure with a shaved head steps forward. It’s Nate, our Résidence Director. This is his third year here. He’s also American, but he’s young, working on his doctorate, and known for being lax with the rules yet firm enough to keep us under control. The kind of person that everybody likes.“Hey, guys.” Nate shifts as if his own skin were the wrong fit. “It’s come to the faculty’s attention—” He glances at the head of school and changes his story. “It’s come to my attention that the situation in Lambert got a little out of hand last year. I am, of course, referring to the habit of opposite-sex students hanging out in each other’s rooms. As you know, we have a strict policy—”The student body snickers.“We have a strict policy that ladies and gentlemen are only allowed to visit each other with their doors propped open.”“Isla.” Kurt is annoyed. “You’re not looking at my phone.”I shake my head and nudge him to pay attention. This can’t be good.“Things will be different this year, upperclassmen. To remind you of the rules—” Nate rubs his head and waits for the gossip to stop. “One. If a member of the opposite sex is in your room, your door must be open. Two. Members of the opposite sex must be gone from your room by nightfall according to the weekday and weekend hours listed in your official school handbook. This means that, three, there will be no spending the night. Are we clear? The consequences to breaking these rules are big, you guys. Detention. Suspension. Expulsion.”“So, what, you’ll be doing random room checks?” a senior named Mike shouts.“Yes,” Nate says.“That’s unconstitutional!” Mike’s sidekick Dave shouts.“Then it’s a good thing we’re in France.” Nate steps back into the gathered faculty and shoves his hands into his pockets. He’s clearly aggravated by this new hassle in his life. The crowd breaks as abruptly as his announcement, and everyone is griping as we make our way toward first period.“Maybe it won’t apply to us,” I say, hoping to convince myself. “Nate knows we’re just friends. And shouldn’t there be exemptions for friends who are in no way interested in each other’s bodies?”Kurt’s mouth grows small and tight. “He didn’t say anything about exemptions.”Because of our grade difference, our only period together is lunch. I head toward senior English alone and take my usual seat beside the leaded-glass windows. The classroom looks the same—dark wooden trim, empty whiteboards, chairs-attached-to-desks—though it still carries that feeling of summer emptiness.Where is Josh?Professeur Cole arrives as she always does, just as the bell is ringing. We have the same professeurs for each subject every year. She’s loud for a teacher, friendly and approachable. “Bonjour à tous.” Professeur Cole smacks down her coffee cup on the podium and looks around. “Good. No new students, no need for an introduction. Ah, pardon.” She pauses. “One empty desk. Who’s missing?”The door creaks open with her answer.“Monsieur Wasserstein. Of course the empty desk is yours.” But she winks as he slips into the remaining desk beside the door.Josh looks tired, but. . . even tired looks good on him. He’s wearing a dark blue T-shirt with artwork that I don’t recognize, no doubt something obscure from the indie comic world. It fits him well—a bit tightly—and when he reaches for a copy of the syllabus, his sleeve creeps up to reveal the tattoo on his upper right arm.I love his tattoo.It’s a skull and crossbones, but it’s whimsical and simple and clean. Clearly his own design. He got it our sophomore year, despite the fact that minors in France are required to have parental approval. Which I seriously doubt he had. Which, I’m somewhat ashamed to admit, makes it even sexier. My heart pounds feverishly in my ears. I glance around the room, but the other girls appear to be at ease. Why doesn’t he have the same effect on them that he has on me? Don’t they see him?Professeur Cole makes us push our desks into a circle. She’s the only teacher here who forces us to look at one another during class. I take my seat again, and—suddenly—Josh’s desk is opposite my own. My head jerks down. My hair shields my face.I’ll never be able to talk to him about that night in New York.Halfway through class, the guy beside him asks a question. The temptation is too strong, so I steal the opportunity for another glance. Josh immediately looks up. Our eyes meet, and my cheeks burst into flames. I avert my gaze for the remainder of the hour, but his presence grows larger and larger. I can practically feel it pressing up against me.Despite the fact that our schedule is, thus far, identical—English, calculus, government—I manage to evade him for the rest of the morning. It helps that he’s skilled at both disappearing between classes and arriving late to them. Even when the next class is literally across the hall. When the bell rings for lunch, it’s comforting to resume Kurt’s company. We take the back staircase, the one less traveled. It’s the Right Way.“Did you speak to him?” he asks.My sigh is long and forlorn. “No.”“Yeah. That sounds like you.”Kurt launches into something about a freshman in his computer programming class, a girl who is tall and serene and already fluent in several internet languages—totally his type—but I’m only half paying attention. I know it’s dumb. I know there are more important things to think about on a first day back to school, including whatever it is my best friend is saying. But I like Josh so much that I actually feel miserable.He has yet to make an appearance in the cafeteria, and it’s doubtful that he will now, because I saw him weaving through the crowd in the opposite direction. His friends graduated last year. All of them. If only I were courageous enough to invite him to sit with us at our table, but his friends were so much cooler than us.Besides, Josh is aloof. Untouchable. We are not.In the lunch line, Mike Reynard—the senior who was the first to shout during Nate’s speech—proves my point when he slams his tray into Kurt’s spine. A bowl of onion soup splashes its entire contents onto the back of his hoodie.Mike pretends to look disgusted. “Watch it, retard.”Kurt stares straight ahead in shock. A slice of baguette covered in melted Gruyère falls from his back to the floor with a splat. A soggy onion noiselessly follows.My cheeks redden. “Jerk.”“Sorry, didn’t catch that,” Mike says. Even though he did. He’s making fun of my soft voice.I raise it so that he can hear me. “I said you’re an asshole.”He smiles, an orthodontic row of unnaturally sharp teeth. “Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, sweetheart?”I clench the compass on the end of my necklace. Nothing. I am going to do nothing, and he knows it. Kurt shoves his hands into his hoodie’s pockets, which begin to shake. I know his hands are flapping. He makes a low sound, and I link my arm through his and lead him away, abandoning our food trays. Pretending like I don’t see Mike’s and Dave’s pantomimes or hear their cretinous guffaws.In the quiet of the hall, Kurt races into the men’s room. I sit on a bench and listen to the tick of a gilded clock. Count the number of pear-shaped crystals on the chandeliers. Tap my heels against the marble floor. Our school is as grand and ostentatious as anything in Paris, but I wish it weren’t filled with such horrible, entitled weasels. And I know I’m just as privileged, but. . . it feels different when you live on the social ladder’s bottom rung.Kurt reappears. His hoodie is balled in his arms, wet from scrubbing.“Everything okay?” I ask.He’s calm, but he’s still frowning with severe agitation. “Now I can’t wear it until it’s clean.”“No worries.” I help him shove it into his bag. “First thing after school.”The lunch line is empty. “I had ze feeling you would return.” The jolly, potbellied head chef removes our trays from behind the counter and slides them toward us. “Leek tart for mademoiselle, un croque-monsieur for monsieur.”I’m grateful for this gesture of kindness. “Merci, Monsieur Boutin.”“Zat boy iz no good.” He means Mike. “You do not worry about him.”His concern is simultaneously embarrassing and reassuring. He swipes our meal cards, and then Kurt and I sit at our usual table in the far corner. I glance around. As predicted, Josh isn’t here, which is probably a good thing. But Hattie isn’t here either. Which is probably not.This morning I saw her eating un mille-feuille and—even though I don’t blame her for wanting to start the day with dessert—I tried to stop her. I thought it might be dusted with powdered almonds, and she’s allergic to nuts. But my sister always does the opposite of whatever anyone wants her to do, even when it’s completely idiotic and potentially life threatening. We’re not supposed to have our phones out at school, so I sneak text her: ARE YOU ALIVE?!She doesn’t reply.The day worsens. In physics, Professeur Wakefield pairs us alphabetically to our lab partner for the year. I get Emily Middlestone, who groans when it’s announced, because she is popular, and I am not. Sophie Vernet is paired with Josh.I hate Sophie Vernet.Actually, I’ve never given Sophie Vernet much thought, and she seems nice enough, but that’s the problem.My last two classes are electives. I’d like to say that I’m taking art history for my own betterment—not so that I’ll have more to hypothetically converse about with Josh—but that would be false. And I’m taking computer science, because it’ll look better on my transcripts than La Vie, the class that I wish I could take. La Vie means “life,” and it’s supposed to teach us basic life skills, but it’s better known as the school’s only goof-off class. I have zero doubt it’s where Josh is currently located.Professeur Fontaine, the computer science teacher, pauses by my desk while she’s handing out our first homework assignment. Her chin is pointy, and her forehead is huge. She looks like a triangle. “I met your sister this morning.”I didn’t even know Professeur Fontaine knew me. This school is way too small. I try to keep my voice nonchalant. “Oh, yeah?” When the sister in question is Hattie, whatever follows this statement is generally unpleasant.“She was in the nurse’s office. Very ill.”Hattie! I told you so.Professeur Fontaine assures me that my sister isn’t dying, but she refuses to let me see for myself. When the final bell rings, I shoot a see-you-later text to Kurt, hurry toward the administration wing, push through its extravagantly carved wooden door, and—My heart seizes.Josh is slumped on the waiting room couch. His legs are stretched out so far and so low that they’re actually underneath the coffee table. His arms are crossed, but his eyebrows rise—perhaps involuntarily, for someone sitting with such purposeful displeasure—at the sight of me.My response is another deep, flaming blush. Why can’t I have a normal face? Genetics are so unfair. I hasten toward the desk and ask the receptionist in French about Hattie. Without glancing up, she waves me toward the couch. A bracelet with a monogrammed charm jingles daintily from her wrist.I can’t move. My stomach is in knots.“Wait there,” she says, as if I didn’t understand her gesture. Another wave and another jingle.Move, feet. Come on. Move!She finally looks at me, more annoyed than concerned. My feet detach, and I plant one in front of the other like a windup doll until I’m sitting on the other side of the couch. The small couch. Love seat, really.Josh is no longer in full recline. He sat up while my back was turned, and now he’s leaning forward with his elbows propped against his knees. He’s staring straight ahead at an oil painting of a haloed Jeanne d’Arc.It is now officially more awkward to ignore him than to acknowledge his presence. I search for an opener—something elementary—but my throat remains thick and closed. His silence is a confirmation of my fears. That I was a mess in the café, that his help was given in pity, that he wouldn’t actively choose to interact with me and never will again—Josh clears his throat.It seems like a good sign. Good. “Good first day?” I ask.A funny expression crosses his face. Was that a dumb question? Did it make me sound like his mother? Hattie is always accusing me of sounding like Maman.“I’ve had better.” He nods toward the head of school’s office door.“Oh.” But then I get it. “Oh! Sorry. I’m here for the nurse, so. . . I assumed...”“It’s okay.” And he says it like it is.I wonder why he was called to her office. Because he skipped her welcome-back speech? Because he was tardy to his classes? It seems harsh to punish him for these things on our first day. And, great, now we’ve been silent for at least twenty seconds.Tell him. Tell him. Just tell him already!“Listen,” I blurt. “I’m really embarrassed about last June. I was taking a lot of medication, and I don’t remember much about that night, but I’m pretty sure you paid for my meal so I’d like to pay you back. And I’m sorry. For being weird. And thank you for walking me home. And for paying for my food.”He waits until I’m done. “It’s okay,” he says again.And I feel stupid.But Josh frowns as if he feels stupid, too. He scratches his head, somehow managing to muss his close-cropped hair. “I mean. . . don’t worry about it. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. And you don’t need to pay me back, it was only a few bucks.”This is the moment. Right here. This is the moment to place a hand on his arm, lean in, and say the least I can do is treat him to a meal in return. Instead, I just think it.“Are you okay?” Josh asks. And then he makes another face.

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