When 16-year-old Marie's dad sends her to live with her Guy Fieri-obsessed aunt for the summer, her recipe for keeping to herself goes up in flames — just like everything she's baked since her twin brother's death. The last thing she expects is to fall for Riv.
Riv's trust issues could fuel an album's worth of songs. As her grandpa's health declines and the medical bills grow, her focus should be on beating her ex-BFF in the county fair talent show for the prize money. But Marie is a welcome distraction.
As Marie and Riv bond over music and baked goods, they'll both have to decide if love is worth the risk.
GILMORE GIRLS meets SECOND CHANCE SUMMER, but gay.
There are two kinds of people in this world: chocolate dessert people and fruit dessert people.
Eric was the former, going for rocky road ice cream and M&M cookies. I’m the latter, opting for peach cobbler and apple strudels.
Like a lot of twins, we were opposites in many ways. Eric: the athlete, loud and outgoing, always looking for a crowd. Me: the bookworm, quiet and solitary, preferring to hole up in the kitchen. But we complemented each other. Peanut butter and jelly. Macaroni and cheese. Chocolate and strawberry pie — our favorite compromise.
Every last day of school was the same. I’d make the celebratory pie, and he’d bring a group of his friends (who were, by extension, sort of my friends, too) over to eat it. That was our tradition for as long as I can remember.
But not this year. Not ever again.
Because eight months ago, I took my eyes off the road for two seconds — the most important and horrible of my life. And a car plowed into the side of ours, changing everything.