Hey Everyone! I'm so pleased to be the next stop on ECW Press's blog tour to celebrate the release of Chantel Guertin's second YA release, DEPTH OF FIELD!!!
Depth of Field (Pippa Greene #2)by: Chantel Guertin
Now Available!!!
Publisher: ECW Press
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Synopsis courtesy of Goodreads:
Warning!!! May contain spoilers for The Rule of Thirds...
Two weeks in New York City should be the time of Pippa’s life: she’s attending the prestigious Tisch Photography Camp, her boyfriend, Dylan McCutter (two months and counting!) is coming with her, and their parents are 500 miles away. Talk about lights, camera, (swoony, unchaperoned) action! But what should be 14 unforgettable days of bliss turns into chaos when her one and only nemesis, Ben Baxter, proves to be surprisingly more complex than she could’ve ever imagined, and her Tisch mentor, a renowned photographer, seems to have a lot more to do with her parents’ past than anyone wants her to know. Is Pippa out of her depth?
Picking up where she left off in The Rule of Thirds, Pippa Greene returns in Depth of Field, in a story full of the same heart, comedic touches, and romance that made readers fall in love with Chantel Guertin’s charming YA series.
Excerpt from Chapter 1
THE PLAN
1.
Go to NYC! For the first time in my life! (Aside
from the 72 hours I lived there after traveling down the birth canal
— TMI? probably — and being born, but I was 0–72 hours old, so I don’t
remember much. Correction: I don’t remember anything.)
2.
To Tisch photography camp! Yes! Because even
though Ben Bastard (a.k.a. Ben Baxter) came first place at Vantage Point this
year by using my photos, I came second!
3.
Ignore Ben Baxter because there will be 22 other
students there from the East Coast. And …
4.
There will be Dylan! A.k.a. Official Boyfriend.
(Or OB, as Dace is now calling him, which makes him sound like a feminine
hygiene product.) Dylan’s going to work for his uncle, the Manhattan-based
concert merchandise mogul, and totally see the ins and outs of working in the
music industry. And meet a ton of bands. Maybe even pitch his own music to a
record producer? Pipe dream, probably, but then he could forget about
college—what Harvard?—and move to New York, with me (if I get into Tisch for college
of course, small detail). Bottom line: Dylan + me + NYC = pretty much as
awesome as it gets.
5.
And Dace! Who’s coming along to find an agent
and start her path toward becoming the next Cara Delevingne. Minus the drug
scandal.
6.
So, in sum: 336 Hours. 1 Big Apple. 0 Rules.
THE REVISED PLAN
1.
Go to New York alone. Why? Because:
2.
Dace’s mom decided that the likelihood of Dace
becoming the next Cara Delevingne with the drug scandal was possibly greater
than her becoming C-Diddy without. Or that all she’d end up doing was shopping.
(Likely.) And that algebra was more important than all of the above.
(Debatable.) And:
3.
Dylan isn’t coming either. Turned out Dylan’s
uncle isn’t going to be in NYC because he’s going to be on the road managing
merch sales for the Cherry Blasters. Feeling guilty, maybe, about kiboshing
Dylan’s NYC trip, he offered Dylan the chance to join him and the Cherry
Blasters on tour. And Dylan took it. (Obvi.)
4.
So now I’m going to be in New York WITHOUT my
BFF or my OB. And instead:
5.
Stuck in New York WITH the single person I
despise most in the world: Ben Baxter.
“I have to say, for someone who hasn’t stopped talking about
Vantage Point and Tisch and New York for, like, months, you are totally missing
the point right now,” Dace says, winding a section of my hair around her new
five-attachment curling wand. It’s the kind without the clamp, which gives you
great waves, only you have to wear the glove or you’ll burn your fingers off,
which is why Dace is curling my hair for me while I moan. It’s late Saturday
afternoon and we’re in my room—me on my desk chair, Dace standing behind me.
“I’d like
to feel sorry for you,” she says, “but I don’t think I need to remind you that
I’m the one who’s stuck in Spalding, while you’re in the greatest city in the
world. Even your emo boyfriend is traveling across the East Coast with one of
his favorite bands. So can I get a little pity party over here, please?” she
says, making sad eyes at me in the mirror.
I laugh. “OK, OK. You have a
point.”
“Aaaaaand you’re
done. Shake it out.” I flip my head over and shake my head as instructed, then
flip it back again. Dace smoothes it and nods her approval just as the doorbell
rings.
“It’s your
big night,” she says excitedly.
What she
means is it’s my final date with Dylan pre-departure. He’s planned something—no
idea what. Dace thinks it includes sex. Which I’ve told her a billion times it
doesn’t, on account of my three-month rule. She thinks I’m just holding out so
that she can have sex before me, since she’s always claimed she’d be first, but
she doesn’t even have any prospects at this point. Which would be totally fine
with me, because I’m in no rush. I mean, OK, I’m not exactly the poster child
for virginity at this point—er, technically—but Dyl and I haven’t actually done
it. No Capital S sex. Yet. And I do think that’s a big deal, which is why I’m
determined to stick it out for three months before I turn in my official
V-card. Three months is kind of arbitrary I suppose, but when Dylan and I
finally became exclusive BF/GF, I decided on it: Three Months. It seemed like a
respectable amount of time to wait—more than, say, summer vacation, but less
than an entire semester of English class, which is where we seem to only read
about star-crossed lovers: Catherine and Heathcliff, Lancelot and Guinevere,
Romeo and Juliet. Anyway, tonight is our last night together before we’re
separated for two whole weeks. Parting really is such sweet sorrow.
I check my
outfit one last time—scoop T, black crop jeggings, brown booties, brown
military jacket—and dab on some lipgloss before I run downstairs to open the
door. Dylan. Those green eyes. Swoon. He grins at me, then holds out a
cactus—one of those ones with the round bulb on top so it kind of looks like
the Space Needle. “Needs no water while you’re gone.” I back up so he can come
inside. He kicks his snowy boots against the doorway’s metal ledge—today was
December’s first snowfall—as I take the cactus and place it on the small table
where we throw our keys.
“You look
gorgeous.”
“Dace did
my hair,” I say awkwardly.
“I wasn’t
looking at your hair.” He grabs me by the hips and pulls me in to him. My
breath catches as he leans forward, and then his lips are on mine.
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Don't miss the beginning of Pippa's journey in THE RULE OF THIRDS, click here to read my review of Guertin's YA debut!
Be sure to stop by other stops on the DEPTH OF FIELD blog tour, for reviews, excerpts, guest posts and SO MUCH MORE!!!
Words of Mystery - Friday, August 1 - Giveaway & Review
Sukasa Reads - Saturday, August 2 - Review & Giveaway
Stay Bookish - Monday, August 4 - Tisch Camp post, Dream Cast, Giveaway
Booking it with Hayley G - Tuesday, August 5 - Excerpt & Giveaway
The Book Belles - Wednesday, August 6 - Review
Read My Breath Away - Thursday, August 7 - Review
Write All the Words! - Friday, August 8 - Review & Guest Blog
Ramblings of a Daydreamer - Sunday, August 10 - Review & giveaway
The Book Bratz - Monday, August 11 - Review & Giveaway
Special thanks to Chantel and ECW Press for allowing me to participate in this tour!
I've been to summer camp for two years a few years back but not much exciting things happened. The most exciting thing that happened was that we had a water bottle fight on the last day of camp!
ReplyDeleteHaha I never got to have a water bottle fight, but I definitely remember I got to play one of the wicked witches in a production of The Wizard of Oz when my sister and I attended Art Camp haha!
DeleteI do not. I never went to camp. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome! :)
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