Finding Mr. Better-Than-You
Shani Petroff
Published by: Swoon Reads
Publication date: January 14th 2020
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
A heartbroken teen, with the help of her best friends, goes on a quest to find the perfect boyfriend, and in the end learns that some things are more important than boys in Shani Petroff’s fun YA contemporary novel Finding Mr. Better-Than-You.
Camryn Roth has it all planned out: a perfect senior year with her friends and then it’s off to Columbia with her boyfriend, Marc. But the first week of school, everything falls apart. Not only does she not have enough extracurriculars for her dream school, her relationship falls to pieces when Marc publically dumps her!
With the help of her two best friends, Camryn is determined to pull her life back together. Step one, more extracurriculars. Step two, get over Marc and find someone better.
Shani Petroff’s newest rom-com is a love letter to friendship: to those who help you find your true self, stand by you no matter what, and support your plans even when they know they’re doomed.
Praise for Shani Petroff:
“Fans of holiday movies, rom-coms, and ‘All I Want for Christmas Is You’ will enjoy My New Crush Gave to Me . . . Petroff’s festive story will have readers baking gingerbread cookies and buñuelos at any time of year.” —VOYA, on My New Crush Gave to Me
“A worthwhile read. Flirty and fun.” —Booklist, on Romeo & What’s Her Name
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She tossed me a heart-shaped stress ball from a container near her. “You’ll thank me later. You need to learn how to do this. Talking to people is a skill.” Ugh. Dropping that persuasive-speaking class was definitely a mistake.
Terri paused, stared at me, and then nodded. “It might be easier if you’re alone. We’ll wait in the next row. Just go walk up to them and start up a conversation.”
I bugged my eyes out at her.
“Literally, all you have to do is say hi,” she said.
“And what if they say hi back!?”
“Then you have a conversation.” Terri spoke each word slowly, as if she were talking to a toddler.
“When did you get so shy?” Grace asked. “You gave those soccer boys hell for the past three years. They’re like the hottest guys in school and you were always joking around with them, putting them in their place, and having fun.”
“That was different.” They were my friends; they were Marc’s friends. I was one of the group, one of the guys. They welcomed me.
“It’s really not any different,” she said. “Just pretend the two over there are old friends, too, or, even better, people you don’t care about. You can do this.”
I squeezed the stress-ball heart and walked toward the guys. I could do this. It was for my future, and I was not going to be a wuss—not when it came to finding love.
I slowed down when I approached them.
“Hi.”
The word came out of my mouth. It was me who had spoken it, yet this particular hi was a sound I’d never heard before; a frightening, high-pitched squeak that somehow got stuck in my throat, causing a sort of hiccup. I wasn’t quite sure it was human. I had a feeling the guys didn’t, either. They both turned and looked at me. I didn’t stick around and wait for their reactions. I made a beeline for my friends, who were waiting for me in the next aisle.
“What are you doing here? Go back and talk to them,” Terri whispered.
“Are you kidding me? Did you not hear what happened?”
Grace mimicked my squeal: “What do you mean?”
She and Terri laughed as I covered my face with my hands.
Terri pulled my arms down. “This is how you learn. Go back and start a conversation.”
“I sounded like a mouse high on helium who also got stuck in a trap. I’m not going back there.”
“You have to.”
“Do it, do it, do it,” Grace started softly chanting.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I said.
“I dare you,” Terri challenged.
Grace let out a whistle. “Ooooohhhhhh.”
They knew I couldn’t resist a good dare. Still . . . this was asking for humiliation.
“You can’t give up now,” Grace said. “What would Bridget Jones do?”
I groaned. It was not fair to use Bridget on me. Bridget Jones’s Diary, while an oldie, was one of my very favorites. I loved Bridget and the ridiculous situations she got herself in, but that didn’t mean I wanted to re-create them.
Grace pointed her finger at me and donned a serious expression. “Do you want to be a disgrace to rom-com lovers everywhere? I don’t think so. Now go back and finish what you started.”
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Author Bio:
Shani Petroff is a writer living in New York City. Please visit her website at www.ShaniPetroff.com.
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