I have spent every summer since I was ten years old with my father in London. Every summer, since I was ten years old, has been uneventful and boring.
Until this year.
And this year, after a freak volcanic eruption strands me far from home, I have learned these things:
1. I can make do with one outfit for three days before I buy new clothes.
2. If I hear the phrase, “You’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” even one more time, I might become a homicidal maniac.
3. I am horribly and embarrassingly allergic to jellyfish.
4. I am in love with Dante Giliberti, who just happens to be the beautiful, sophisticated son of the Prime Minister of a Mediterranean paradise.
5. See number four above. Because it brings with it a whole slew of problems and I’ve learned something from every one of them.
Let’s start with the fact that Dante’s world is five light-years away from mine. He goes to black-tie functions and knows the Prime Minister of England on a first name basis. I was born and raised on a farm in Kansas and wear cut-off jeans paired with cowboy boots. See the difference?
But hearts don’t care about differences. Hearts want what they want. And mine just wants to be Dante’s girl.
My heart just might be crazy.
Ginny’s pre-review note: In deference to this being a YA title (even though there is non-graphic boinknig) I’m going to try and avoid cussing.
Remember back when you were awkward in high school and the love of your life started dating your best friend so you ended up fantasizing about being whisked away to some paradise by some prince who you’d met through some nebulous and farcical manner and had obviously fallen instantly in love with you. Wait really? That was just me? Right, and your pants totally aren’t on fire right now, liar, liar.
Dante’s Girl is the rather adorable story of Reece and her run in (literally) with Dante, the Prime Minister of Caberra’s son in an airport on her way to London to see her father for her summer vacation. By this point I already hate Reece a little bit. Once on the plane, the same plane that Dante will be taking, obviously, she goes into her pre-flight panic attack. When it’s hitting its totally awesome and not at all embarrassing in public peak, Dante slips into the seat next to her. He’s forgoing first class to sit next to Reece. Then catastrophe strikes and while Dante’s security detail is whisking him away to safety, he refuses to leave Reece and whisks her off to an island paradise in the Mediterranean.
Improbable? Yeah sure. Wonderful anyways? Oh heck yeah.
Once on Caberra they go through their fair share of strife, it is a romance book after all. Ok, actually there’s more than their fair share, mainly in the form of will they or won’t they, and it’s more than I typically like in a romantic fluff novel, but I’m letting it slide. You know, because it’s literally one of my teenage daydreams.
3.5 Stars. Like I said, it was adorable. Sure there were some grammatical errors and sometimes the dialogue/internal monologues got under my skin, but never to the point where it detracted from the story. If you’re looking for a book to read pool side* this summer, I’d give Dante’s Girl a whirl. (tehehe that rhymed)
*Or beach side, or in your room while you’re pining over your best friend’s boyfriend…