Wicked Sweet by Marce MerrellWicked Sweet by Marce Merrell

Wicked Sweet

byMarce Merrell

Hardcover | February 4, 2014

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Chantal is a planner, and her summer-before-senior-year plan requires best friend Jillian, resumé updating, and studying for AP classes. Jillian wants something different and is afraid to leave introverted Chantal in the dust. All that changes, though, when popular classmates Parker and Will suspiciously start hanging out with the girls.

Chantal only sees one thing: Jillian ditching her for Parker-a guy who can't even be trusted! Chantal hatches a new plan, one that will expose Parker and Will for what they truly are, and along the way, get her best friend back with the littlest lie and a lot of mouthwatering cake. After all, what are best friends for?

Mar'ce Merrell likes stories where the good guys discover how to sweeten the world. And the bad guys? They get the dessert they deserve. Wicked Sweet is her debut novel. She lives in Alberta, Canada. Visit her online at www.marcemerrell.com.
Title:Wicked SweetFormat:HardcoverDimensions:336 pages, 8.24 × 5.75 × 1.11 inPublished:February 4, 2014Publisher:Feiwel & FriendsLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0312607490

ISBN - 13:9780312607494

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from YA- Wicked Sweet For the student or person who is looking for a more challenging read this book seems to be perfect with a captivating story line that talks a LOT about cake. The larger words and the need to read through the lines are a good way to get the young reader thinking, learning and enjoying a good book. The mention of delicious desserts throughout the book lightens the feel of the story. If you are a homeschooling parent the larger words would be excellent to use for spelling lessons either before your child reads the book or while they are studying it. The characters in this story, Will, Parker, Jillian and Chantal (also the narrators’) are all entering their senior year of high school and this story takes place during the summer between grade 11 and grade 12. The four of them are all top in their class as far as grades go and therefore the words they use, the plotting and the follow through is easier for them than the average student because of their intellect which is reflected in their thoughts and actions. All in all I found this book rather enjoyable. It was well written and well detailed which surprised me because many books I’ve read aimed at the 8th grade audience don’t build up the main characters as well as Mar’ce Merrell did. Although I did enjoy this book I did find it difficult to get through because of the monotony of cake preparation and how much space the preparation of these cakes took up in the story. This book comes in at 328 pages and I am certain that nearly all of them have a mention of cake or cupcakes or both. In the end the cake becomes more metaphorical for friendship and how it brings people together. This story also has a surprise twist at the end which I was able to get through much more quickly than the middle portion. I look forward to more from this Author.
Date published: 2012-09-06

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Wicked SweetChantalC is Only for Cupcake.When Jillian slips off her T-shirt, I swear I break out in hives. She must know I'm not prepared for my best friend in a string bikini. Suprises like this are for spontaneous people--not for me. Now I need more than cupcakes. I need an antihistamine.It's midafternoon, school is out for the year, and girls and guys from our class carry coolers of beer down the hill, looking for towel space near the water. Jillian and I sit at the top, under the tree we've claimed since the third grade. Everyone else wants to be close to the lake, the sun, and each other. I concentrate on the pattern of beach umbrellas and towels: circle, rectangle, circle, rectangle. I try not to stare at Jillian's bikini triangles."Chantal, quit staring," Jillian says."I didn't expect ... a bikini." I stare down at the small hills in my one-piece. I am so lacking in this department. "But it's ... nice. It fits." Barely."Good. I was worried you'd think it was too, well, you know." She unzips her shorts, lets them drop to the towel. Two strings connect her bikini bottom pieces. Silver studs situated, uh, strategically, sparkle. She smoothes down the fabric while she waits for my response. "Isn't it hot?"I nod. I smile. I look to see how many people are gawking at us. Well, her. But the surrounding girls and guys are spreading on tanning lotion, opening their drinks, laughing with each other. My skin prickles. I scan the hill and mountains around us for signs of impending disaster, but Williamson's Lake is the same. For nine years, it's always been like this: Jillian, me, and a day to plan our summer project.While Jillian adjusts the triangles over her parts, then brushes her hair into perfect blond waves, I unpack my beach bag. I need a cupcake. I open the grocery store cello pack: chocolate cupcakes, white frosting, silver balls of sugar. The signature summer sweet.I hand one to Jillian."Oh," she squeals. "We match." She holds the cupcake next to her right boob. "White and silver."Next time, I'll definitely buy a different combination.She takes the tiniest bite of chocolate and vanilla, sets the rest of her cupcake down, rubs tanning oil over her flat belly. "We should get you a bikini, too."I open my mouth to protest."You can tell your mom it's mine."I reach for my sunscreen, SPF 50. "She'd know that you couldn't fit into an A cup.""I think she'd be okay with a ... modest ... bikini. We'll go for playful instead of sexy, but you need padding. Cleavage is bikini success."I stare at the shadows between Jillian's breasts. I have seen way more of her C's this year than I expected; tight sweaters, low tank tops. I thought they were the only hand-me-downs from her Vancouver cousin that fit. I thought that Jillian's new sexy was, almost, unavoidable. I thought reusing was better than buying something new. Practical, that's me."Remember the first principle of design? Form follows function.I can't wear a bikini. I like to dive off the platform. And swim, really swim.""But what if you had two different functions, and, therefore, two different forms?"It's the way she looks at me when she says it--her eyes unsure, her mouth sort of between a smile and a frown, her jaw tensed. I swallow. My eyes narrow with suspicion. Two months ago she started rating guys--few got above a seven and Jillian said she wouldn't date anyone below a ten--and now she shows up in a bikini, just when the town is about to be overrun by eligible guys without shirts."Tell me you're not going for maximum exposure to get a guy's attention." Summer romances don't work, she should know that. Last summer a girl from our class hooked up with a lonely sixteen-year-old from a tourist's family and stowed away in the back of their RV. They sent her back four states later."You need a different bathing suit.""Because?""It's the summer? We're going into our senior year? We're both good-looking?" She hits me with the same sort of intensity I see when she's practicing the points and counterpoints for a debate. "We can attract attention without compromising our principles." Jillian rolls her eyes, just the tiniest bit. "Wearing a bikini doesn't mean we're on the dessert menu."I tilt my head as she goes on to list, again, how much potential my features have. My un-blond and untamed hair needs short, straightened bangs. Dyeing my eyebrows darker will frame my eyes, even when I'm wearing my glasses. And her favorite: a shopping trip on victoriassecret.com will be our secret. I'm lucky, she says, runway models have androgynous shapes like mine. This is the fourth time she's called me androgynous since she started running like a fiend. My head aches. I could use another cupcake, but I look at Jillian's.She's taken two tiny bites. Even with all the preservatives, the frosting is beginning to melt."I'm only five-three. And I like cupcakes. I'll never be a model." I've offered this point before. Back then, it stopped her argument."Brain surgeons can be hot, too." Clearly, she's been practicing."I guess." I imagine my future as a brain surgeon, what it would be like having guys whistle at me in my white lab coat, my hotness startling them like Jillian's does now. "But I think neurosurgery is pretty hot all by itself.""Think about the surgeons on TV.""They're all old.""Exactly. And they're still not bad, are they? We can be young, hot neurosurgeons." Jillian's pink fingernail glides along the top of her cupcake. She licks the frosting from her finger, reaches for her sunglasses, and shifts to catch the sunlight.I tell her that when we're in med school the last thing we'll need are boyfriends. I detail how I ended up trapped in a girls' bathroom stall during last period today, stuck listening to a whole my-boyfriend-dumped-me drama. I remind her that we made a pact in ninth grade that we'd never put a guy above (a) our friendship and (b) getting good grades. "Remember?""Yeah."She stretches out on her towel and I pop the last of my cupcake in my mouth. As it dissolves on my tongue I detect an aftertaste I'd missed before and almost tell Jillian not to finish hers. But there's no point, she's abandoned it to the ants anyway. This is not how our first day of summer is supposed to go.WICKED SWEET. Copyright © 2012 by Mar'ce Merrell. All rights reserved. For information, address Feiwel and Friends, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

Editorial Reviews

"At once funny and poignant, this will appeal to readers with a taste for cake and romance, but be aware that you may be moved to bake something decadent." -BCCB"...a sweet, light read." -School Library Journal"A lot of wheels are turning at once in Merrell's aptly titled debut, a story of summer romance, betrayals, and revenge that's best served sweet." -Publishers Weekly"Merrell's debut will hit the spot..." -Booklist