Books!

Front Desk by kelly yang

This is by far one of my favorite books! Here is the description down below:

Mia Tang ha lots of secrets. Number 1: she lives in a motel, not a big house. Every day, while her immigrant parents clean rooms, ten year-old Mia manages the front desk of the Calivista hotel and tends to it’s guests. Number 2: Her parents hide immigrants. And if the mean hotel owner, Mr Yao, finds out they’ve been letting them stay in the empty rooms for free, the Tangs will be doomed. Number 3: She wants to be a writer. But how can she when her mom thinks she should stick to math because English is not her first language? It will take all of Mia’s Courage, kindness, and hard work to get through this year. Will she be able to hold on to her job, help the immigrants and guests, escape Mr. Yao, and go for her dreams?

LOve a la Mode by Stephanie Kate Strohm

Rosie Radeke firmly believes that happiness can be found at the bottom of a mixing bowl. But she never expected that she, a random nobody from East Liberty, Ohio, would be excepted to celebrity chef Denis Laurent’s school in Paris, the most prestigious cooking program for teens in the entire world. Life in Paris, However isn’t all cream puffs and crepes. Faced with a challenging curriculum And a nightmare professor, Rosie begins to doubt her dishes. Henry Yi grew up in his dad’s restaurant in Chicago, and his lifelong love affair with food landed him a coveted spot in Chef Laurent’s school. He quickly connects with Rosie, but academic pressure from home and his jealousy over Rosie’s growing friendship with gorgeous bad-boy baker Bodie Tal makes Henry lash out and push his dream girl away. Desperate to prove themselves, Rosie and Henry cook like never before while sparks fly between them. But as they reach they’re breaking points, they wonder whether they have what it takes to become real chefs.

Blended by Sharon M. Draper

“You’re so exotic” “ you look so unusual” “but what are you really?”

11 year old Isabella whose father is black and mother is white is used to these kinds of comments, but it doesn’t mean she likes them. And now that her parents are getting divorced (and getting along WORSE than ever), Isabella feels like a push me toy. Being split between houses, switching nicknames, switching backpacks: It’s switching identities. If you’re only seen as half of this and half of that how can you feel whole?