The Best Laid Plans
The Best Laid Plans
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Annotation: When eighteen-year-old Keely Collins decides to lose her virginity, she fears Dean, a college student, will be turned off by her inexperience, so she decides to start with lifelong friend Andrew. Contains Mature Material
Genre: [Love stories]
 
Reviews: 3
Catalog Number: #199157
Format: Publisher's Hardcover
Special Formats: Adult Language Adult Language Mature Content Mature Content
Publisher: Penguin
Copyright Date: 2020
Edition Date: 2020 Release Date: 04/07/20
Pages: 354 pages
ISBN: 0-593-11491-4
ISBN 13: 978-0-593-11491-9
Dewey: Fic
LCCN: 2019036730
Dimensions: 22 cm
Language: English
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Kirkus Reviews

A high school senior aims to lose her virginity.Keely Collins has grown up with the same small, tight group of kids all her life, making romance a difficult proposition. It's hard to feel sexy with someone when you've seen them eat paste. But after discovering she's the last virgin standing, Keely resolves to lose her virginity before finishing high school. Luckily, Keely's earned the attention of her sexy older co-worker, Dean. While Dean and Keely get hot and heavy, Keely's best friend, Andrew, starts acting weird. If you think you know where this is going, you're absolutely right. The novel takes the "childhood friends figure out they love each other" trope and sprints with it, forgetting to prop it up with complex characters or dynamic plotting. Events spill forward with little regard to pacing save for one element: the sexy bits. The author's steamy scenes are appropriately titillating when they need to be and emotionally affecting when it counts. The book's scenes of true intimacy and pure sexual energy are well-crafted set pieces, using heavy petting to illuminate characters that are stunningly two dimensional before and afterward. There's just enough going on here to halfheartedly recommend the title, but there's also enough potential to cause anticipation for the author's sophomore outing. All main characters are cued as white; secondary characters are black and Korean.Read it for the sexy parts. (Fiction. 14-18)

Publishers Weekly (Fri Oct 06 00:00:00 CDT 2023)

Everyone at Keely-s tiny Vermont high school has known each other forever, and since her lifelong best friend, Andrew, is a guy, the other guys at school seem to think she-s one, too. She can just about bear being one of two known senior class female virgins, until, at her 18th birthday party, she walks in on the other one getting it on. So when she gets a job at the local video store and her handsome college-student coworker, Dean, seems to like her-or at least the more sophisticated version of herself she-s pretending to be-she decides that it-s time. Worried that Dean will freak when he finds out she-s a virgin, she asks Andrew, who-s known as a bit of a player, for help. In her debut, Lund takes the right-under-your-nose rom-com trope to the extreme, and when the scales finally fall from Keely-s eyes, readers may wish the endless detours could have been avoided. Still, watching Keely take risks and be brave once she knows what she wants is satisfying. Ages 14-up. Agent: Taylor Haggerty, Root Literary. (Apr.)

School Library Journal (Sat Feb 01 00:00:00 CST 2020)

Gr 10 Up-A cute first-person narrative about the big "V" word: virginity. Keely is in her final year of high school. She has four best friends, though she doesn't really like two of them, but it's a small town, so you take what you can get. When one of her friends loses their virginity at a party, it seems she is the only virgin left. But when Keely meets a James Dean look-alike from the local college, she feels the pressure to lose her V-card. James Dean doesn't know Keely is a virgin, and she wants to keep it that way, so she asks her friend Andrew to help her become more experienced, and things get messy. Because when two best friends cross a line, there is no going back. This romantic comedy is a mix of awkward emotions and miscommunication. Approachable and easy to read, it explores complicated topics like slut-shaming and peer pressure. The author uses dynamic characters to create a well-rounded story. Keely's friends experience growth, which helps Keely understand her own emotions and perspective. The tone is light, making it an enjoyable, quick read. The themes, and how they are addressed, make the story stand out. In the end, there's a group of teens who have grown and have a thorough understanding of what they've gone through and are fearless as they approach the unknown future. VERDICT This heartwarming, funny novel will resonate with anyone struggling under the weight of societal pressures. Haley Amendt, Hinton Municipal Library, Alberta

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Reading Level: 6.0
Interest Level: 9+
Lexile: HL750L
CHAPTER THREE

"Now that I'm a woman, I'm going to order an espresso," Danielle says from the driver's seat on our way to Dunkin' Donuts the next afternoon. "That's the little one without any milk and sugar, right?"

"Yeah, and it tastes like gasoline," Ava answers from shotgun. "Besides, you've put five Splendas in your coffee since seventh grade. I don't think one magical night can change that."

We've just spent all morning cleaning Andrew's house--scrubbing down counters, loading and unloading the dishwasher, shoveling the driveway so everyone's footprints and tire tracks are gone. Andrew's mom is a bit crazy about the house--she refers to her bedroom as "the sanctuary" and spends so much time at Crate and Barrel, she probably gets the employee discount. So we know she'll notice if something is out of place. The morning after a party is always a several-hour ordeal if you're nice enough to stick around. Guys like Jason Ryder never do.
 
I have this idea in my head that things will be different once I get to California, that the kids there are classy and drink wine with their pinkies out, that the guys don't get drunk on Keystone Light and try to write their names in the snow when they pee. But maybe people are the same everywhere.

We've been sent on a dumpster drive, so the car is piled with bags of trash we're supposed to drop--empty bottles and cans from the night before that we couldn't leave as evidence inside the house. I'm in the back seat with Hannah, who looks a little green, probably from the smell wafting out of the trash bags. Unfortunately for all of us, Ava loves musical theater, so we're currently listening to a song from Wicked that's about three octaves too high for the morning after a party.

"For the love of God, can we turn this off?" Danielle reaches for the stereo but Ava slaps her hand away.

"No! 'Defying Gravity' is literally the best song of all time. Are you telling me this doesn't make you feel something?"

"Yeah," Danielle says. "It makes me feel like I want to die."

"Careful," Ava says. "I could put on the one where all the songs are about pee instead."

Ava has been the star of every school musical since freshman year. She'll be at NYU next year with Hannah, and although their majors are different, the image of the two of them exploring New York City together makes my heart hurt if I think about it for too long.

"Is there one where all the songs are just relaxing ocean sounds?" Hannah asks, leaning her head against the window.

We're on a curvy back road lined on either side with pine trees. Prescott is full of roads like these, carving through the middle of nowhere. Downtown is only a four-block strip lined with shops and restaurants. In the summer, the nearby lake draws tons of tourists: families with inner tubes and giant tubs of sunscreen, or hikers with backpacks and dreadlocks passing through on the Appalachian Trail. Fall brings the leaf-peepers, city people from New York or Boston who drive so slowly on the roads they're a hazard to traffic. But in early March, we're a ghost town.

As we pull onto a busier street, Dunkin' Donuts appears on our left, a glorious pink and orange beacon of all things good in the world. Danielle drives right past it.

"What are you doing?" Ava shrieks. "I need caffeine! I have a headache!" This is hard to believe from the decibel of her voice. Ava always projects like she's trying to reach the back of an auditorium. Sometimes people get on her about being too theater kid, but I kinda like that about her. She always feels everything totally and completely. One time in ninth-grade English she cried while reading this poem out loud to the class and she wasn't even embarrassed about it.

"We're going to the one on Base Hill instead." Danielle rolls her eyes as if this should be obvious. Dunkin' Donuts locations dot our town like confetti. There are three in our county alone, even though we don't even have a movie theater and have to drive almost an hour to get to a mall. "They just put one in right next to that gym where all the EVmU guys work out."

Eastern Vermont University, our local college, is known for its herbology department, if you know what I mean. Lots of kids from Prescott go there on the weekends to crash parties, but I've never wanted to put myself through that; a college party sounds like literal torture.

"What, now that you're a woman you only want college boys?" I ask Danielle, grinning.
"We've given high school boys too many chances," she says.

"I hate that expression by the way," Hannah says. "The concept that you have to get penetrated by a peen in order to become a woman. Like, why are we giving guys so much power?"

"And what about lesbians?" I add.

"Yes!" Ava says. "Chase Brosner does not have a magical penis."

"Thank God," Danielle says. "His ego is already big enough."

"No guy has a magical penis," I say, laughing. "They all just think they do."

"Have you talked to Chase?" Hannah asks. "You know . . . since?"

Danielle pulls the car sharply into a turn, ignoring a yield sign. "We both got what we wanted. He's an idiot if he thinks it's ever going to happen again after that show last night."

"He's such an asshole." Ava nods in agreement. "It's like Charlie all over again." She glances back at Hannah. "They act like they care about you, but it's all a big joke, isn't it? They only care about you until they cum."

"There's already a bag of trash sitting next to me," Hannah says. "Do we really have to talk about Charlie?"

"I'm just being honest," Ava says, her voice rising. "Isn't it depressing that none of us is still with the guy we lost our virginity to? When you care too much, it just hurts you." She turns around in her seat, eyeing me pointedly. "Keely, you're lucky you're still a virgin."

"Whatever. I don't regret it." Danielle pulls into the parking lot and stops the car in front of the gym, shifting a little too forcefully into park. We watch as a beefy guy in his mid-twenties pushes open the gym door, holding it for a girl behind him. She walks through into the cold air, wrapping her arms around his waist like she belongs there.

"It's only going to get worse in college," Danielle says. "You're supposed to be done with the awkward part, right? You're supposed to get that out of the way in high school." She looks right at me. "Being a virgin in college is like having a disease."


Ava was right about the espresso, of course. Penetration did nothing to change Danielle's taste buds, and after one sip, she orders something that's mostly whipped cream. While she and Ava wait at the counter for her second drink, Hannah and I walk our coffees back to a table in the corner.

"Danielle's just putting on a show, you know," Hannah says, taking a hesitant sip of her latte. "She's pretending she doesn't care, because Chase literally screwed her over. That thing she just said about having a disease is such an unhealthy mind-set." She fiddles with the lid of her cup. "Honestly, virginity shouldn't even be that big of a deal. We only make it a big thing because we put all this pressure on it. You shouldn't worry about being a virgin. Everybody thinks it's fine."

"That's the problem though." I set down my drink. "Everybody knows. Everybody shouldn't think it's fine, because everybody shouldn't know."

I went with Hannah to The Rocky Horror Picture Show last Halloween, dressed up in wigs and corsets. When we first arrived, the show's emcee took a tube of bright red lipstick and drew a big V on each of our foreheads to let the rest of the audience know we were "Rocky Virgins" and this was our first time seeing the show. This is how I feel every day in the halls of Prescott--like everyone in school can still see that big red V on my forehead, like I never washed it off.

My parents have always been really open with me about sex. They very willingly gave me the "birds and the bees" talk in fourth grade, going into way more detail than was absolutely necessary at the time. The phrase "clitoral stimulation" will probably be seared into my brain for the rest of eternity.

We aren't a town of churchgoers for the most part, at least not in the way you'd think. It's not uncommon here to identify as "spiritual" instead of "religious"--to believe in an energy in the trees or to look for guidance from the stars. My family celebrates Christmas, but it's always been more about presents than anything else. Danielle has always described herself as Jew-ish; she never bothered with a bat mitzvah and usually cheats during Passover, saying she could never last more than a day without a bagel.

I know in some other parts of the world, in cultures different from ours, religion plays a much bigger role in shaping ideas of sex and purity. For some people, sex comes with marriage. It's not embarrassing to wait, it's expected. Sex is a demonstration of love, something sacred.

But then, Hannah thought her first time was sacred. She loved Charlie, and he claimed to love her back. She waited for the moment it felt right. When he suggested they spend the night at his lake house, she knew what was implied. It was romantic, special--perfect. Until the next week, when he dumped her for Julie Spencer.

I'm not waiting for marriage. I'm not even really waiting for love. What I want is respect and trust. I want to know that whoever I have sex with will make me feel safe, that they won't leave me for a junior in their French class, or never talk to me again, or tell everyone at the party in a matter of minutes. I don't think I could handle a public humiliation as well as Danielle did. For that matter, I don't think I should have to.

Wait until you're ready, people always say. But how are you supposed to know when you're ready? Do you wake up one day and suddenly feel more grown-up, more like an adult? I don't feel like an adult at all. If having sex means opening yourself up to heartbreak, or ridicule, or pain, I don't know if I'll ever be ready.

"If it's this bad now, how's it going to be next year?" I ask miserably. "We're going to college in the two biggest cities in the country. There probably haven't been any virgins in LA since the eighties."

"We have six months until college," Hannah offers. "You still have time. And next year is our fresh start, remember?"

The little bell above the door jingles and a cold gust of air swoops into the store, blowing a guy inside with it. He looks college-aged, probably an EVmU student coming from the gym next door. I watch as he puffs into a pair of fingerless gloves, rubbing his hands together. He's all dark hair and clean lines, with warm chocolate eyes and hard cheekbones tinged pink from the cold. And I swear--he's the best-looking guy I've ever seen in real life. Hannah and I gape at him, pausing mid-conversation.

"He looks like James Dean," she whispers, slack-jawed. Hannah knows this because I've had a Rebel Without a Cause poster tacked to my wall since fifth grade. It's one of my favorites.

Our eyes trail him as he approaches the counter, coming up behind Danielle and Ava. He's wearing a leather jacket that covers his butt, and I inwardly curse the cold weather. I can tell the moment Danielle notices him. She nudges Ava, who stands up straighter, hands reaching up to smooth her pink hair. They both turn to face him at the same time.

"You're up," Danielle says. Then she licks a dollop of whipped cream from the top of her drink, staring at him like she's licking something else. Danielle's stare is a powerful thing; she uses eye contact like a weapon.

"Uh, thanks," he says. His voice is like warm, hot fudge.

The girls rush back to the table.

"Did you see that guy?" Ava hisses, probably not as quietly as she should.

Danielle takes a long frozen sip of her drink. When she pulls her mouth away, there's a red lipstick mark on the straw. Before Danielle, I always associated lipstick with old ladies, the smell of powder perfumes and hairspray that always hovered around my grandma. But lipstick is Danielle's signature.

"I should go back and talk to him." She glances over her shoulder.

"Yeah you definitely should!" Ava nods vigorously.

Danielle looks back at him and shrugs, then walks to the door instead. "Whatever, he's not worth it."

It's not like Danielle at all to shy away from a guy, especially one as good-looking as James Dean, and I wonder if Chase has messed her up more than she's letting on.

I glance back once more as we leave, just to get another look at James Dean, and feel myself flush with excited embarrassment when he looks right at me. Then he lifts a tiny cup of espresso to his mouth and takes a long sip.

Excerpted from The Best Laid Plans by Cameron Lund
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“A laugh-out-loud, sex-positive story about love, lust, and complicated female friendship.” —Liz Lawson, author of The Lucky Ones

A high school senior takes on firsts, lasts, and everything in between in this hilarious rom-com for fans of Lynn Painter, Meg Cabot, and Jenny Han.


High school senior Keely Collins is the last remaining virgin in her friend group. Problem is, she's known all the boys in her small high school forever, and it's hard to be into someone when you watched him eat crayons in kindergarten. And it is important for her to have that experience with someone she trusts and actually likes.

Keely can't believe her luck when she meets a ridiculously hot new guy named Dean. Not only does he look like he's fallen out of a classic movie poster, but he drives a motorcycle, flirts with ease, and is totally into her.

But Dean's already in college, and Keely is convinced he'll drop her if he finds out how inexperienced she is. That's when she talks herself into a new plan: her lifelong best friend, Andrew, would never hurt or betray her, and he's clearly been with enough girls that he can show her the ropes before she goes all the way with Dean. Of course, the plan only works if Andrew and Keely stay friends--just friends--so things are about to get complicated.

Cameron Lund's delightful debut is a hilarious and heartfelt story of first loves, first friends, and first times--and how making them your own is all that really matters.


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