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The Art of FallingTitle : The Art of Falling
Author : Jenny Kaczorowski
Published December 19th 2013 by Bloomsbury Spark
ISBN13 : 9781619634695 
For seventeen-year-old Bria Hale, image is everything. She’s a militant vegan with purple hair, Doc Martens and a permanent scowl. Kissing captain of the football team Ben Harris? Definitely not part of that image.

Now with each secret kiss, she’s falling deeper for the boy every girl at Oceanside High is crushing on. Throw in a few forbidden bacon cheeseburgers and she’s facing one major identity crisis.

Ignoring Ben should be easy, but when a flashy display of artistic spirit lands her in close quarters after hours with the boy she’s too cool to like, she can’t keep pretending those kisses meant nothing. With her reputation and her heart on a collision course, Bria must either be true to herself or to the persona she’s spent all of high school creating.

Source : Goodreads 

Now, here comes my time to share with you a little teaser, a single part of the page of the book. I've read it already and then all I wanted to think is that, "I WANT MORE!". Another thing, well, for every book that we've read I'm pretty sure that you have that infinite playlist on your mind that reminds you of the book, or even just a single event of the characters that keeps on replyaing in your mind.

On my part, the song that I'm talking about when I read the teaser is this song Am I Missing By Dashboard Confessional. Just listen carefully with the lyrics and the rythm of it, well just listen to every bit of the song. It will slowly give you a glimpse of the characters. I'm serious.

“What do you want me to do next?” Ben said. His detached tone sparked a rebellion in her chest that made it hard to breathe. “What did I do to piss you off?”

He jumped down from the ladder, reminding her of the extra six inches her had on her even with her boots. “What makes you think I’m pissed?”

“Come on. We’ve known each other too long for this.”

“You’re driving me crazy, do you know that?” He stalked away and linked his hands together behind his head.

“Me? You’re the one having mood swings.”

“Come on, Bria. Don’t you feel anything when we’re together?”

Her hands dropped to her side, as limp and useless as the arguments she’d practiced in her head. “Don’t do this to me.”

“To you?”

“Abby already thinks I’m messing with your head.”
“Because you are!” She glared at him. “Well, you’re messing with mine too.”

“What are we doing, Bria?” He flopped down on the bleachers. “Last night, I thought...”

“I don’t want to be your dirty secret. The girl you kiss when no one else is looking. ” He stared at her, flexing the muscles in his jaw. “Is that what you think I want?” Pressing her lips together, she held back another angry retort. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I like you. I want to give us a try.”

Tears pricked behind her eyes and Bria, the girl made of stone, looked away. “It’ll never work. I’m not right for you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t be that girl. The one on the sidelines cheering you on. The one planning pep rallies and hanging on your arm at dances. We have nothing in common.”

“We have us. We’ll make up the rest.”

“I don’t think it works like that. I am who I am, and we’re too different. You really want to ditch Alyson and the guys on your team and come eat falafel with me?”

“I don’t know. But we’re seniors and I’m sick of having to live up to everyone else’s expectations. Everyone else’s needs. I’m sick of pretending I don’t feel anything for you.” She laughed, bitter and cold. “Right. Because you’ve been harboring a crush on me for how long? Since you saw me in my underwear?”

“You really think I’m that guy? Do you know me at all?”

“No! That’s my point! We haven’t known each other like that in a long time and we’ve both changed way too much.”

He walked up to her and curled his fingers in the tips of her hair. “You knew me once. And I knew you. That’s the girl I still dream about. The girl who climbed trees in a tutu and never met a dare she wouldn’t take. The girl who found every stray cat in Oceanside and nursed it back to health.”

“That girl isn’t real any more.” He dropped his hand. “I guess not.”