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""With a love story for the ages, this vivid tale takes the history we know and recasts it into an exciting, technicolor, future world that challenges what we know here in the present, and how we know it. I loved it! I couldn't put it down!"" —Beth Revis, New York Times bestselling author of...

Seventeen-year-old Fatima Tate, aspiring baker (100% against her conservative parents’ wishes), leads a pretty normal life in Albuquerque: long drives with BFF Zaynab, weekly services at the mosque, big family parties, soup kitchen volunteering (the best way to perfect her flaky dough recipe!), stressing about college. But everything changes when she meets a charming university student named Raheem. Knowing the 'rents would FREAK, Fatima keeps their burgeoning relationship a secret... and then, one day, her parents and his parents decide to arrange their marriage.

Ida Mitchell, a third-year student at the Clifton Academy, is spending the holidays at her boarding-house, unable to go home because her siblings have the measles. Another Ida Mitchell, who is a second-year student at Clifton is also spending the holidays away from home. When a fruit cake intended for Ida is accidentally delivered to the other Ida, third-year Ida can't bring herself to break the truth to second-year Ida, for whom the cake has brightened an otherwise difficult time.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking this will be just one more story of the ignored, "big-boned" girl, who sheds her glasses and a few extra pounds and finally attracts the notice of the most popular guy in school. Except it isn't. Because I'm not unpopular. And I love the way I look - just as I am. Then someone puts my name in for Homecoming Court. The bigger surprise? People actually vote for me!

Émile: Dégage, j’ai dit. Moi: Ben là... Émile: Je suis sérieux, je veux plus te voir. Moi (en me relevant lentement): Je sais pas ce que t’as, aujourd’hui, mais t’es méga plate. J’étais venue pour te demander un service, pis tu me jettes dehors! T’es...t’es rien qu’un débile! Émile (calmement): Ouais, je sais.... C’est tout ce que je suis. Un vrai de vrai débile. Émile le débile, c’est pas comme ça que tout le monde m’appelle, de toute façon?