Kissing Ezra Holtz by Brianna R. Shrum

Kissing Ezra Holtz

Kissing Ezra Holtz (and Other Things I Did for Science) by Brianna R. Shrum
English | 2019 | Young adult | ePUB |2.0 Mb

Kissing Ezra Holtz : A fun, witty, light-hearted romantic comedy―The Rosie Project, for teens

Seventeen-year-old Amalia Yaabez and Ezra Holtz couldn’t be more different. They’ve known (and avoided) each other their whole lives; she unable to stand his buttoned-up, arrogant, perfect disposition, and he unwilling to deal with her slacker, rule-breaking way of moving through the world.

When they are unhappily paired on an AP Psychology project, they come across an old psychological study that posits that anyone can fall in love with anyone, if you put them through the right scientific, psychological steps. They decide to put that theory to the test for their project, matching couples from different walks of high school life to see if science really can create love.

As they go through the whirlwind of the experiment, Ezra and Amalia realize that maybe it’s not just the couples they matched who are falling for each other . . .

“His lips thin. And he says, “Yes.”

My mouth turns up. “Get better at that.”

“Excuse me?”

“If someone has to ask if it’s a threat, well, it’s not very threatening, is it?”



“I’m just saying that if you’re going to work with me, you work.”

I do nothing to disguise the irritation that flashes across my face.

I don’t think I’ve ever had to speak with him on my own for this long. Usually after five minutes of being forced together in temple, one of us has made some excuse to go to the bathroom or find a roaming-the-halls sibling or ask a pressing question of the rabbi. We’ve both spent an inordinate amount of time asking ridiculous questions of the poor guy to avoid each other without either of our parents suspecting we’re being assholes about it. My mom must think I am the most religiously curious kid in the world. That I actually wanted to know if it would be possible for a vampire to keep kosher. I do wind up thinking about these things an awful lot, but it’s for the excuses file, more than anything. So what I’m saying is, generally, one of us has found the means to escape conversation by this point. I’ve never quite tested it for this long. My reserves are running thin.

I say, “My turn, then.”

“For what?”

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