We Got The Beat

I'm still not sure what a beach read is. I'm thinking something feel good and vacation worthy as opposed to a dystopia or textbook. If YA rom coms fill the bill for you, make sure to pack Jenna Miller's We Got The Beat next time you head out to your favorite beach or other happy place.
Jordan is beginning her junior year with high hopes. She and her besties are about to learn the school newspaper assignments. They're all gunning for editor positions even though they usually go to seniors. Audrey gets opinion editor. Isaac gets photography editor. Jordan not only is not an editor, but she is assigned to cover the volleyball team. Sports!!! SHE'S ALREADY PAID HER DUES COVERING TRACK AND CROSS COUNTRY FRESHMAN YEAR! Now she wants the more substantial stories that will help a Columbia worthy portfolio.
But that's not the only reason Jordan isn't a happy camper. She has history with the team captain. She'd befriended Mackenzie when she'd arrived in town the summer before their freshperson year. They'd become very close. So it came as a major betrayal to Jordan when at the start of the school year Mackenzie, befriended by a popular crowd, not only dropped, but humiliated her. Covering the team means she'll have to spend lots of time with, but write a feature story about her nemesis.
Jenna goes into her assignment understandably wary. But it doesn't seem as bad as she expected. The team is warm and welcoming. And Jenna seems to be not so bad. In fact they seem to be slipping back into their friendship…
…or perhaps even more…
…Until Jordan makes a mistake that endangers not only their relationship, but her future career in journalism.
So next time you're headed for the beach or somewhere equally vaca worthy pack a copy of We Got The Beat. And don't forget the sunscreen.
On a purrrsonal note, My shoulder is finally better since I stopped just about everything else (except reading) to ice, elevate, and heat it. Today I actually caught up with the dishes. I'm heading to community garden this afternoon. Not that I'm up for probably even weeding. But Sunday Eugene took out my baby sweet alyssum seedlings in our little garden he forgot I planted and mistook for weed. It made my heart sad. And I can't stand the thought of waiting a week to replant.
A great big shout goes out to you, my readers.
Jules Hathaway