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Fancy an ultra-sexy, uncivilised sports-jock? How could you say no! Everyone from Didsbury High remembers Katie Fisher as the dumpy brainiac from the poor side of town. Just like they all remember Paul van Dorn as the school hockey star and heartthrob. But now they’re facing off and matching up in more ways than one. Katie’s lost the pounds, added some self-confidence, and become a drop-dead gorgeous sociology professor.
And since a series of concussions put an end to Paul’s pro hockey career, his star has dimmed. Now he hits the ice as a coach. But he’s still got the hometown crowd behind him as the owner of a bar called The Penalty Box. Paul is reliving his glory days. Katie wishes she could put those years behind her. And the battle of wills that ensues just might knock love right out of the game.
Here’s a taste of the fun and games:
According to Katie Fisher, there were two types of people in the world: those who attended high school reunions, and those who did not. She herself definitely fell into the latter category, which is why she almost passed Diet Coke through her nose when her mother casually informed her she'd taken the liberty of RSVP'ing the invitation to Katie's tenth high school reunion, saying she would attend.
Having narrowly avoided death by ice cube, Katie filled with dread at the thought of revisiting Didsbury High's Class of '96. She wasn't a curmudgeon, or anti social, or uppity.
Katie's sin had been unpopularity. High school had been painful.
She'd grown up poor, the result of her father having died young, forcing her mother to support the family on a factory worker's wages. It shouldn't have made a difference (Tiny Didsbury, CT prided itself on being a mixed community with rich and poor alike), but it did. In the status driven world of high school, to be rich was to be "in", to be poor "out". Katie was a girl in clean but unfashionable clothing who came from the wrong part of town. A girl who didn't have a home pc or a cellphone, who used public transportation because her mother didn't have a car she could toodle around in on the weekends. Not that she had anyone to toodle around with.
Katie was also brainy. Super-scary-knows-the-answer-to-every question-the teacher-asks-brainy. To be a teenage brainiac was completely uncool, especially for a girl. It scared people. Especially guys. Especially jocks.
Katie had also been fat, which in high school was the equivalent of being an untouchable. She was the girl whose pants size exceeded her age. Boys walked behind her in the hall making oinking noises. Girls slammed her into lockers or invited her to phantom social events.
Nerdy, poor and dumpy. Three strikes and you're out. The story of Katie Fisher's adolescent life. |
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