Character Interview with FOLLOWING CHELSEA’s main character, 17-year-old Anna Richards:
© What word best describes true love? loyalty
© Finish this sentence: When I think of love, I think of betrayal (I’m hoping to get past that).
© What’s your ideal romantic evening? Working on art together—with occasional make-out breaks.
© What’s the perfect Valentine’s Day gift? Coffee! Coffeecoffeecoffee! It’s the perfect gift for all occasions.
© Did you ever think you’d found that perfect love? What happened? He ditched me and hooked up with my best friend. Totally cliché. Totally painful.
© What are the ideal traits you’re looking for in a forever love? I want need to be able to trust that person with my life. I learned that from a really smart, dorky guy.
© What song title best describes your relationship track record: “Nothing but a Good Time,” “Turn Me Loose,” “Shot Through the Heart (You Give Love a Bad Name)”, “Money Talks/Material Girl”, “Looking for Love in All The Wrong Places”? Shot Through the Heart (ouch)
© What do you find the most appealing about a committed relationship? I’m still not sure any relationship is appealing…I might have to get back to you on this question.
© Why are you still single? Hello? I’m seventeen. Jeez.
© What type of man/woman are you instinctively drawn to? Used to be, hot bad boys, because…well, because hot bad boys. But things have changed. Now, sincerity and honesty outrank pretty much everything else. (God, I sound so old!)
© What’s an absolute deal breaker in a relationship? lying to me
© What was your first opinion of Doran? I thought he was a loser. A nice loser, but a loser. I’m guessing he probably thought I was a bit mean (ya think?).
© What first attracted you to him? His fondness for trees.
© What’s the best thing about the two of you together? To be determined.
Teen Contemporary Romance
words, released Oct. 17
in the footsteps of a dead girl isn’t easy…
Richards wants nothing more than to lie low at her new school. But it seems
Anna looks an awful lot like Chelsea, the sweet and popular girl who recently
died, and Anna finds herself stepping into the void created by Chelsea’s
favor, though, because Chelsea didn’t just leave a spot open with the in-crowd;
she also left a gorgeous—and now available—boyfriend. But it turns out that
following Chelsea might be a lot more complicated than Anna anticipated.
My knife is on the desk between us, partially hidden from my view by an I Heart
My Cat mug stuffed with pens. That knife cost me thirty bucks, so she’d better
give it back.
in the first place?”
been able to get through the heavy-duty packaging of my new graphing calculator
this morning. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t have been able to slash The
Leech’s tires last week, either. That’s not going to help my case here, though,
so I just say, “I use it to open stuff.”
you’re going to have to screw something.” Mrs. Feinstadt’s mouth twitches. “And
there’s a bottle opener.” Tucking my overgrown bangs behind one ear, I reach
forward to demonstrate the wonders of my knife, but she covers it with her hand
and slides it closer to her side of the desk. “Not that I personally need a
bottle opener,” I say, slouching back in my chair, “but it comes in handy when
my mom’s on a bender.”
serious. It’s a potential weapon, Anna. You can’t bring a potential weapon onto
on one of my ever-so-charming fellow students?” I look down and pick at the
chipped blue polish on my thumbnail. Trust me—if I ever pull a knife on
someone, it’ll be you.
hollers for someone to get in hereright now. Stink. Did I say that last bit out
loud? Must’ve, because before I know it, both the secretary and old Mr. Jasper
have moved into place for backup. Great.
Feinstadt says. Suddenly I’m not Anna anymore. I’m this student. The secretary
knows the drill. She calls the police. She calls my mother. And, thanks to this
year’s new safety policies, she initiates a lockdown of the whole freaking
which many students’ belongings have entered and from which none has ever
returned, I try to explain. “I said if I ever pull a knife, which I wouldn’t.
It was hypothetical.”
they naturally take her side and I get the total third degree. After the
officers finish impressing upon me the seriousness of my offense, Feinstadt
exerts her principalian authority and suspends me for two weeks … until right
occasionally masquerades as a poet.
wandering in a blissful daze on the beach near her home on Vancouver Island,
Nurse. She’s married to her high-school sweetheart and has four children.