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Then suddenly, and yet it wasn't sudden at all, I remember myself with both hands pressed against the gabardine of his coat so hard that I could feel the roughness of the cloth. My head seemed to be throbbing wildly and still I was thinking very clearly and precisely. Behind him I could see the high stars and the golf course stretched out silver-green in the moonlight and the fire-flies flickering in the grass like bits of neon lighting. I felt a new breathless caution as if I were sitting in a bubble. And then, I, Angie Morrow, who had never done anything like this before, who until last Monday night had never even had a real date, could feel his cheek against mine, as warm and soft as peach fuzz. And I knew if I moved my face just a little, just a very little...
For teen readers, story itself is definitely outdated, but not a bad book!
When better time than summer for a little romance? Except for Angie, who doesn't really date. Didn't date, that is_ until she saw Jack Duluth's crew cut peeking out over a booth in Mcnight's drugstore one night. He looked over at me, smiled then sat down again. Thus starts a summer Angie will never forget- one full of spine chills, total bliss, heartache, and confusion... all the feelings the spell love.
