By the Book: Book Review, Excerpt, and Giveaway

I’m still swooning over By the Book by Amanda Sellet. This book made my English major heart beyond happy. 🖤

Thank you to the Fantastic Flying Book Club for giving me the opportunity to be on the blog tour for By the Book!

Don’t miss the excerpt and giveaway at the end of this post!

By the Book
by Amanda Sellet

Publisher: HMH Books for Young Readers
Release Date: May 12, 2020
Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis

Book coverMary Porter-Malcolm has prepared for high school in the one way she knows how: an extensive review of classic literature to help navigate the friendships, romantic liaisons, and overall drama she has come to expect from such an “esteemed” institution. Her love of literature even inspires her to imagine herself the heroine of a nineteenth-century novel. Not the sort who makes poor life choices and ends up dying of consumption while still in her teens, but the noble, virtuous, quick-witted type.

When some new friends seem in danger of falling for the same tricks employed since the days of Austen and Tolstoy, Mary swoops in to create the Scoundrel Survival Guide, using archetypes of literature’s debonair bad boys to signal red flags. But despite her best efforts, she soon finds herself unable to listen to her own good advice and falling for a supposed cad—the same one she warned her friends away from. Without a convenient rain-swept moor to flee to, Mary is forced to admit that real life doesn’t follow the same rules as fiction and that if she wants a happy ending, she’s going to have to write it herself.

Review

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You know you’ve read something special when you wish you had read a book at a particular time in your past. For me, I wish I had read By the Book during my own sophomore year of high school. Though I loved it even now at 27.

I’ve seen a lot of people complaining lately that young adult is reading too old. Well, this book is the perfect solution. Mary Porter-Malcolm is your average high school underclassman. She’s (trying to) starting to find herself amongst the personalities of her family, make new friends, define what chemistry and attraction even are, and have normal teenager experiences—like going to the mall and hanging out at athletic events.

I loved that the plot centered on her and her new friend group explaining their present-day realities (and boy drama) through the lens of classic literature, thanks to Mary. I ate up the references and added a few to my tbr.

The characters were realistic and endearing—said friend group, Mary’s parents and many siblings, the love interest Alex Ritter. Ahh, again, this was a swoon-worthy story perfect for younger ya readers.

Still, as an adult, I plan to reread this. I recommend this book to readers of all ages that love stories with close families, literature references, friend groups, and themes of finding yourself and belonging. 

Favorite Quotes

I wish there was a way to do that in real life. Flip a few pages and boom! Everything’s better.

Be true to yourself and other people will see your worth. If they’re worth your time.

It’s the nature of existence. To err is human. We screw up, and then screw up some more.

Excerpt

Dear Diary, 

Here’s a secret I’ve never told anyone: Sometimes I pretend my life is happening inside a book. I’m the main character, and there’s a narrator following me around, describing everything. Her piercing cerulean eyes gazed wistfully into the distance as an errant breeze caressed her lustrous auburn tresses . . . Et cetera. 

Obviously I’m the good kind of heroine, not someone whose poor life choices will lead to her dying of consumption while still in her teens. And I’m wearing a long dress, and maybe there’s a handsome stranger in the distance. Beyond that, the story is vague. Possibly because my real life has always been light on plot development—until today.

M.P.M.

Chapter 1

The beginning of the upending of my life took place on a sweltering August afternoon, the summer before my sophomore year of high school. I was lying on the couch, immersed in the story of a genteel family with too many daughters and not enough property. The slow rotation of the ceiling fan ruffled the pages of my book. If I held perfectly still, it was possible not to sweat. 

      “Mary,” said my mother’s voice, summoning me back to the present. “Can I see you in my office?” 

      There was no clap of thunder or eerie howling in the distance. The sun continued to blaze down from a cloudless sky—or so I imagined, not having been outside. Apart from the mild annoyance of being interrupted in the middle of a crucial scene, I had no presentiment of doom. After fumbling for my bookmark, which had slipped between cushions, I levered myself upright. 

      When I hobbled into the office on limbs stiff from too many hours in the same position, I was surprised to see my father seated at one end of the desk. Usually he (and Mom) preferred it when he worked in a different room. 

      “What’s up?” I asked, lifting a stack of literary journals from the threadbare armchair so I could sit. 

      “Mary.” Dad leaned forward on his stool, hands cupping his knees. “How would you like a new . . . lunchbox?” 

      Mom winced. 

      “The one I have is fine. Why?” Being observant by nature—reasonably skilled at reading a room, deciphering subtext, sniffing out the nuances of human behavior—I had an inkling there was more to come. 

      Dad blotted his temple with the back of his wrist. “Well. As you know, there are things in this life that endure, and others that are more—” He paused, squinting at a framed poster of the Bloomsbury Group, as if one of them might supply the missing phrase. “Transitory.” 

      “And you think my lunchbox is going to stop existing?” I looked to my mother for enlightenment. 

      She inhaled as if preparing to plunge into the watery deep. “What your father is trying to say is that you have to change schools.” 

      Dumbfounded, I struggled to make sense of her words. I’d been at the same school since I was three, a ramshackle on-campus facility catering mostly to the children of professors. It was small, and smelled like old shoes when it rained, but it was also a second home. I knew every rip in the carpet and limp beanbag. “Are you serious?” I finally managed to ask. 

      “The school’s grant wasn’t renewed.” Among my mother’s gifts was the ability to pack a world of disapproval into the briefest of utterances. 

      “And they just figured this out? Summer’s almost over.” 

      The two of them exchanged a furtive glance. 

      “The possibility presented itself some time ago, but the situation wasn’t definitive until quite recently.” Dad gestured vaguely. “A month or so—” 

      “Two at the most,” Mom cut in. “We thought it best not to upset you while there was still a chance the issue could be resolved. Plus we had the symposium in Chicago, and then the twins were getting ready for the Shakespeare festival, not to mention Cam’s tournament.” Her eyes slid to me, clearly hoping for some version of Oh wow, you’re right, that was hectic, but I was more concerned by the revelation that they’d known about this in the spring

      “But what am I going to do? This changes everything.” A vision popped into my head: setting off on the first day only to have one of them call after me, By the way, Mary, your school no longer exists

      My mother squared her shoulders. “There was very little choice involved. Private school isn’t an option for us. It was Millville High or the circus.” 

      While we weren’t paupers, all of us understood that a family of seven had to observe certain economies to get by on an academic pay scale. That didn’t excuse leaving me in the dark for so long. 

      “What about Jasper?” 

      She rolled her eyes, a gesture reminiscent of the sibling in question. “No doubt your brother will be delighted.” 

      “You haven’t told him yet.” The part of me that kept a running tally of which sibling got what was relieved. It was important to make sure the privileges of birth order were respected, even when the rest of the universe was falling apart. 

      “Jasper is enough of a contrarian to think middle school will be fun.” Mom huffed through her nostrils, in case we’d missed the sarcasm. 

      “And so will Millville High,” Dad said with forced cheer. “Especially with your sister there to take you under her wing.” 

      Despite this assurance, I found it hard to imagine Cam playing nursemaid. She was going to be a senior, and captain of the field hockey team, with a busy life of her own. I could go to her in dire straits, or if I needed to intimidate someone, but it wasn’t as though we spent a lot of time hanging out together now. I didn’t bother explaining this to my parents. There were too many other things to worry about. 

      “So I’m going to Millville High in—a week?” I glanced at the calendar on the wall, each month featuring the idyllic childhood home of an English novelist. “And I’ll know one person, and everyone will look at me and wonder why a sophomore can’t figure out where her classes are or how to open a locker or anything else that happens at a normal high school?” 

      “Pooh pooh.” My father was the only human being I knew who actually said those words, instead of using them as a verb. “Of course not. Anjuli will be there, too.” 

About the Author

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Debut author Amanda Sellet had a previous career in journalism, during which she wrote book reviews for The Washington Post, personal essays for NPR, and music and movie coverage for VH1. These days she lives in Kansas with her archaeologist husband and their daughter.

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