Every Big & Little Wish by E.C. Moore
Published by: Booktrope Publishing
Publication date: October 20th, 2015
Genres: Romance, Young Adult
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E.C. Moore’s young adult novel, Every Big and Little Wish, opens in late spring 1970. Sixteen-year-old Jacy Wilbert’s Mom got promoted, so her parents sold their Victorian home in California and moved to a townhouse in Oregon.
Torn away from the only home she’s ever known, forced to leave her beloved German shepherd behind, Jacy feels misplaced. Exacerbating an already terrible situation, her dad runs off with the bombshell real estate agent who sold them their townhouse. And, just when it seems things can’t get any worse, her mom loses the stupid job they left California for in the first place and begins to drown her sorrows with pink wine, night after night. Jacy’s caught in the middle, struggling to maintain a relationship with her AWOL dad while tolerating his annoying, much-younger girlfriend.
Missing old friends back in California, and feeling like an outsider, Jacy needs to build a new social life in a new school. Not the sort of girl to wait around for what she wants to come her way, she sets her sights on Neil Wilder, the best-looking boy around.
Everything changes when Jacy Wilbert knocks on the wrong door.
When Elizabeth’s not writing feverishly, you will find her out walking or sightseeing. She’s crazy about coffee, books, cooking, good wine, cairn terriers, miniature ponies, historical houses, tapas, and witty people.
She resides in a fifties bungalow in Southern California, with her creative-director, hubba-hubba husband, a yappy blonde dog, and one feisty Chihuahua.
He smiled and began to take careful steps backwards. In a mischievous voice, he said, “Follow me, and I’ll show you.” When he sat down on the couch he patted the cushion next to his thigh. “Come over here, You.” I should skip the obvious; of course my heart pounded madly—of course all the waiting around had my hormones screaming at fever pitch. I hurried over in anticipation of our first kiss. Would Neil’s technique measure up to Peter’s? What a silly thought. This kiss would be phenomenal. This kiss would be mindblowingly wonderful. I hoped I didn’t have cheese breath. Had I known Mom would leave us alone, I would have brushed my teeth after dinner.
I sat down. He reached for my hand. My hand? Not the hand, go for the lips! He laced his fingers through mine. I’d been digging around in dirt all day, and I had washed them vigorously with Lava soap, so they were as dry as a bone. If only I could’ve slathered them in lotion. He said, “I really want to . . .”