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Authors: Caroline B. Cooney

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The Girl Who Invented Romance
An ALA Quick Pick

“Cooney writes with such clarity of her characters’ entanglements that she brings fresh perspective to the game.”


Publishers Weekly

“Cooney has a gift for humor; Kelly and her friends are likable, and readers will easily identify with them.”


Kirkus Reviews

“Cooney excels at conveying the not-knowingness of both one’s own and other people’s heartaches.”


The Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books

“Well-written, funny yet thought-provoking, this novel has fully developed characters and a clever plot.”


Voice of Youth Advocates

Novels by Caroline B. Cooney

The Lost Songs

Three Black Swans

They Never Came Back

If the Witness Lied

Diamonds in the Shadow

A Friend at Midnight

Hit the Road

Code Orange

The Girl Who Invented Romance

Family Reunion

Goddess of Yesterday

The Ransom of Mercy Carter

Tune In Anytime

Burning Up

What Child Is This?

Driver’s Ed

Twenty Pageants Later

Among Friends

The Time Travelers
, Volumes I and II

The Janie Books

The Face on the Milk Carton

Whatever Happened to Janie?

The Voice on the Radio

What Janie Found

What Janie Saw
(an ebook original short story)

Janie Face to Face

The Time Travel Quartet

Both Sides of Time

Out of Time

Prisoner of Time

For All Time

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Text copyright © 1988 by Caroline B. Cooney
Cover illustration copyright © 2005 by Jackie Parsons

All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Delacorte Press, an imprint of Random House Children’s Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York. Originally published by Bantam Books, an imprint of Random House Children’s Books, New York, in 1988.

Delacorte Press is a registered trademark and the colophon is a trademark of Random House, Inc.

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The Library of Congress has cataloged the trade paperback edition of this work as follows:

Cooney, Caroline B.
The girl who invented romance.
p. cm.
Summary: While waiting for her first big romance and observing the sometimes rocky love affairs of her parents and brother, sixteen-year-old Kelly develops a board game called Romance.
[1. Love—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.C7834 Gi 1988
[Fic]—dc22
87037436

eISBN: 978-0-307-81885-0

First Delacorte Ebook Edition 2012

Random House Children’s Books supports the First Amendment and celebrates the right to read.

v3.1

For Beverly, who made the game better
and for Sayre, who named them Flops and Swaps
and with thanks to Phill Marth, art teacher
at Westbrook High School

Contents
CHAPTER
1

I
was filling out a magazine quiz to see if my marriage was stable.

“You’re sixteen, Kelly,” said my best friend. “You don’t have a boyfriend, let alone an unstable marriage.”

“That just makes it more challenging. I have to dream up a husband, work my way through five years of marriage, and analyze our relationship.”

We sprawled on the blue denim bedspread in my room while I finished the quiz. “I got a seventy-three, Faith,” I told her.

“What does seventy-three mean?”

I flipped pages. “It means my husband and I are not yet verging on divorce, but we should be aware that we have serious marital difficulties that are going
to pose major problems if we don’t face them right now.”

I dropped the magazine on the floor and lowered my face right into the bedspread. I’ve been trying to destroy this denim since the day I bought it, so I can have something fragile and pretty instead. But nothing can damage a denim coverlet. Not dirty shoes, spilled perfume, pizza topping or aerobic exercises.

“It makes me sad,” said Faith. “You haven’t even met this guy yet, and already your marriage is in trouble.”

The magazine had fallen open to a home-decorating page. Here was a bedroom for dreams: open and airy, in soft pale colors, no junk around (like my hair dryer, books, makeup, souvenirs, sweaters that don’t fit, sweaters that do fit, homework, new laptop). The magazine model was also soft and pale, but you knew that lined up outside her door were dozens of men yearning for her. She just had that confident look.

“That confident look,” said Faith, “is because she’s getting paid so much. She probably doesn’t have a date tonight either, Kelly.”

“We should have gone to the basketball game,” I said. “Then at least we’d be having fun.”

“We were at basketball games Tuesday and Thursday,” she said. “How many times a week can a girl watch Will, Scott, Mario, Angie and Jeep?”

I looked at her.

“You’re right,” she admitted instantly. “A girl could admire those guys every night of the week.”

I rolled over. My cheek had a trench line from being pressed against a seam in the denim. If we went to the basketball game now, I’d have to wear a mask. “You know what let’s do?” I said, struck by a brilliant idea. “Let’s invent a romance game.”

“I’m sick of games. I want a real romance.”

“Maybe one will come out of this. Three of the five starters on our basketball team are in sociology class with us, right?”

“Right.”

“And sociology is a totally boring forty-five-minute stretch of time five days a week. Right?”

“Right.”

“So let’s turn the classroom into a game room. Let’s make up rules and play for boys.”

“Oh, Kelly,” said Faith, really annoyed with me. “I’m not like Megan or Honey. I can’t glance a boy’s way and have him get all excited and flirty. What do you mean, ‘play for boys’? I’ve been going in and out of crushes since I was twelve and what do I have to show for it? Not a single date. I’ve read every romance book there is, and every article in every magazine from
Seventeen
to
Cosmo
, and what do I have junior year? Every weekend free. Don’t let’s talk about playing for boys. I can’t do it, I don’t know how, I’ve given up. Tomorrow I plan to hurl myself down the cellar stairs anyway.”

This was Faith’s biggest threat. Her house happens to be a ranch built on a slab. But hey, it sounds impressive.

“Who’s your crush on this week?” I said. Faith is always in the grip of a crush. The crush seizes her, rules her life and guides her activities. The worst of it is, the boy never notices. I take that back. Once, in ninth grade, the boy noticed. He fled so thoroughly, she never saw him again to keep the crush alive.

“Angie,” Faith said dreamily.

That was definitely a dream. Angie—actually Angelo Angelotti—is the beloved star of the Cummington basketball team. All five of our starters are stars, but it’s hard to get excited about, say, the stardom of Will, who is very tall, very bony and so conceited I think he may have spoken to six people in the last year, all of whom were teammates or the coach. It’s also hard to get excited about the stardom of Scott, who is personality-free and has the IQ of a cold day in January.

That leaves you with Angie, who has such a terrific time playing basketball that you can’t keep your eyes off him (you wouldn’t keep your eyes off him anyway, because he’s so totally cute), and with Jeep—actually George Peters, initials G.P., leads to Jeep—who is centerfold material. Handsome like a soap opera star, with strong memorable features, thick windblown dark hair and soft sad dark eyes.

I forgot Mario.

Everybody forgets Mario. I’m sure nobody ever has a crush on him. He scores almost as often as Will, but while Will is very tall, so you can distinguish him from the other
players, Mario is just sort of there. This is probably the last time I’ll need to mention Mario.

If Faith had a crush on Angie, she was standing in line with a lot of other girls, and Angie has never been known to date a girl twice.

“There are eleven boys in sociology class,” I said to Faith. “There are three basketball stars, right? Will, Jeep and Angie. Right?”

“Right. And two of the other boys are Stephen and Alan, who both have steady girlfriends. And two are Avery and Kenny, who are both extremely total losers. And—”

“Be quiet. I’m planning the game. Don’t interrupt.”

Faith rolled her eyes. She got off the bed, wandered around my room and landed in front of my fingernail polish collection. Last Christmas my two grandmothers, my aunt and the neighbor I babysit for all gave me enormous gift sets of nail polish. I could go into retail right off my dresser. “Can I try the silver decals and the Roseblush Frost?” said Faith.

“You may have the silver decals and the Roseblush Frost. Here’s how our game will go, Faith. I’ve worked it out in my mind. We’ll walk into sociology class on Monday.”

“I’m with you. We’re walking into sociology.”

“And there are eleven boys in the room.”

“If you count Chuckie, who in my opinion does not qualify as human, never mind being the right gender.”

“I am counting Chuckie. This is a game of chance. You take risks.”

“I hate chance. I like skill,” said Faith.

“If we had any skill, we’d be off somewhere tonight with the boys of our choice.”

“Good point.” Faith stroked Roseblush Frost onto her left-hand fingernails with precision. Faith’s hands never quiver. Mine do, so my nails have a sticky, confused look. When even your fingernails are confused, you know you’re in trouble. “Okay,” I said. “We each have to pick a boy and we’ll work on him. The selections will be by chance.”

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