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Title: The Homeschoolers: The Ballad of Squirtina
Summary: A mortifying episode of in-school diarrhea sends witty and skeptical Christina Begoni flying into the arms of a holy-rolling homeschool group where she meets "Teenage Sex Incarnate," David, and his alarmingly sweet sister, Sunny. The group is complete when they are joined by two other hardened public school students, Christina's mustachioed younger brother and one deliciously rowdy redneck bully for a raucously funny and often gripping adventure on the Mississippi River. Will Christina be able to fight the wild river, a gun-toting grandpa and her own hilariously heathen ways to hold this group of unlikely friends together?
Short Review:
First, how cool is it to find a character that has the same name as you? I don't find that very often. But The Homeschoolers: The Ballad of Squirtina is an hilarious read not to be missed.
Excerpt:
Series: The Homeschoolers #1
Author: Henry Circle
Genre: Young Adult Fiction, Contemporary Fiction
Publisher: Sea Star Publishing
Format: PDF, 56 Pages
ASIN: B008RH0R2Y
Release Date: July 30, 2012
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Summary: A mortifying episode of in-school diarrhea sends witty and skeptical Christina Begoni flying into the arms of a holy-rolling homeschool group where she meets "Teenage Sex Incarnate," David, and his alarmingly sweet sister, Sunny. The group is complete when they are joined by two other hardened public school students, Christina's mustachioed younger brother and one deliciously rowdy redneck bully for a raucously funny and often gripping adventure on the Mississippi River. Will Christina be able to fight the wild river, a gun-toting grandpa and her own hilariously heathen ways to hold this group of unlikely friends together?
Short Review:
First, how cool is it to find a character that has the same name as you? I don't find that very often. But The Homeschoolers: The Ballad of Squirtina is an hilarious read not to be missed.
Excerpt:
I stretch my hand up to him, and he bends with his legs wide to
stabilize himself. When Ricky pulls, I start gliding through the mud. I
can feel the strength and power from his seemingly boney arms. I guess
he's what you'd call wiry. But the mud seems to be trying to hold me
down. I feel the mud rolling my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. I
try to push my free arm under the gunk to hold onto my bottoms, but
with one more yank from Ricky, they are long gone. I have no shorts. No
underwear. “Stop! Stop a second!” I scream. I scrunch my knees up and
wiggle my arms down through the muck trying to find my clothes. I extend
my legs down and feel around with my toes. I try feeling through the
mud with my hands again. And my feet and hands at the same time.
Nothing.
“What on earth are you doing?” Ricky asks. “Give me your hand so I can
go on and get you out.” He sticks his fingers out to me.
My eyes are misting over. “I can't come out.” I can't believe this is
happening in front of Ricky Kelly. I wish I could just disappear.
Searching the pit with his eyes, he asks, “I can't see nothing. Too
dark. What happened? Something caught your foot?”
The last thing I want to do is admit I'm literally half naked, but we
have to get out of here and find our friends before something terrible
happens to them. This isn't kiddie kiddie play time hour so I buck up
and confess, “I lost my stupid shorts in here. I can't find them.”
“You aren't the first girl I've seen in her underwear. Gimme your damn hand.”
“I lost those, too. Can I have your shorts, please?”
Ricky brightens, blooming into a grin as bright as a garden sunflower.
Even in the dark of the evening, I can see the foolish look on his face.
“Ricky, hand me your shorts,” I repeat.
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