Publication Date: October 13, 2015
Just because she’s famous doesn’t mean she’s happy.
Freshman Lianne Challice is known to millions of fans as Princess Vindi. But sometimes a silver screen sorceress just wants to hang up her wand, tell her manager to shove it, and become a normal college student. Too bad that’s harder than it looks.
She’s never lived a normal life. She hasn’t been to school since kindergarten. And getting close to anyone is just too risky — the last boy she kissed sold the story to a British tabloid.
But she can’t resist trying to get close to Daniel “DJ” Trevi, the hot, broody guy who spins tunes for hockey games in the arena. Something’s haunting his dark eyes, and she needs to know more.
DJ’s genius is for expressing the mood of the crowd with a ten second song snippet. With just a click and a fade, he can spread hope, pathos or elation among six thousand screaming fans.
Too bad his college career is about to experience the same quick fade-out as one of his songs. He can’t get close to Lianne, and he can’t tell her why. And the fact that she seems to like him at all? Incredible.
My rating: 5 out of 5 stars
When you see the cover or read the summary of The Fifteenth Minute, you might think you’re getting just another typical New Adult romance filled with angst. You would be totally wrong.
That’s one of the things I love about Sarina Bowen’s The Ivy Years series. Each book is a New Adult romance but you also get a special story dealing with an issue that is relevant to today’s college age adults. It’s those stories that set books like The Fifteenth Minute apart from other NA reads.
In The Fifteenth Minute, Lianne is dealing with the pressures of growing up in Hollywood. She wants to make the transition from child to adult actress without giving up too much of herself. Lianne also wants to be a typical college student, which is near impossible when everyone knows who she is.While this isn’t something most people are going to relate with, it’s easy to relate with the part of Lianne that wants someone to be interested in her for her, not who she’s supposed to be or looks like. I think we all want to be loved for who we are on the inside.
What really stood out about The Fifteenth Minute, though; was DJ’s story. I don’t want to give anything away, so I’m just going to say I think it’s very relevant to college culture today. I also liked the message it sent about believing in yourself, fighting for what’s right and the truth.
As for the romance aspect of the story — Dang, it was cute! I couldn’t help but sigh dreamily every time DJ called Lianne “smalls.” It was so adorable! I also loved the way he wanted to protect her.
I absolutely loved The Fifteenth Minute. If you’re looking for a sweet college romance filled with real life issues, this one is for you.
**I received an electronic copy of The Fifteenth Minute from the author in exchange for an honest review. For more about the book, check out an excerpt below and links to pre-order/purchase The Fifteenth Minute.
Excerpt from The Fifteenth Minute:
Lianne Challice is chatting me up.
As I fetch the pizza I ordered from the window, I try to decide whether or not I’m going insane. Maybe all the stress in my life has finally cracked me.
But no. When I deposit the pie on a table, her big eyes cut from the jukebox over to me, before darting away again. She is so freaking cute and so feminine that it’s making me crazy. Her mouth is like a little red candy that I’m dying to taste. And who has teeth that straight? She intimidates the fuck out of me, to be honest.
I make another trip to the pizza counter for paper plates and napkins. Usually we just grab slices off the tray like animals. But tonight I’m trying to be classy. The idea makes me snicker to myself. As if. Impressing Lianne Challice isn’t something I’m capable of. But I’m having fun trying. And there hasn’t been a whole lot of fun in this year for me. So that’s something.
Years from now I’ll look back on this night and laugh. Guys, did I ever tell you about the time I chatted up a movie star? I mean, my father is still telling people about the time he sat one table over from Tina Fey at Nobu.
Lianne sneaks another glance in my direction and I beckon to her. “Have a slice?” If she wants one, now is the time. In a minute my brother and his teammates will fall on the pizza like seagulls.
“Thank you. I guess I should. I didn’t make it to the dining hall tonight.”
“Your enthusiasm for Capri’s pizza overwhelms me,” I tease. “Aren’t you a fan?”
She slides a slice onto a paper plate, considering the question. “Pizza is like a nineties hit. Pretty good, especially if that’s all there is and you’re hungry.”
My own slice stops halfway to my mouth and I laugh. “Seriously?”
“I don’t know if we can be friends,” I say before taking a bite.
“Because I don’t love pizza?”
I shake my head. “Who doesn’t love pizza? It’s, like, a basic human desire.” I cram a bite into my mouth to prove my point. Smooth, right?
She bites her bottom lip, and I realize I’d rather have that for dinner. “It’s okay. But it’s mostly just something you eat when you’re in a hurry or need to feed a crowd on the cheap.”
“Ah, I see,” I say when I can speak again. “The problem is that you haven’t had any great pizza. You’re a freshman, right? You don’t know all the glory that is Harkness pizza. Have you been to Gino’s Apizza?”
Lianne shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”
“She doesn’t think so,” I scoff. “Baby, if you’d had great pizza, you’d remember.” And now I sound like a real perv, but Lianne Challice is smiling at me, watching me with her big doe eyes, and I feel it like a drug. “They make everything from scratch. Even the sausage. We’ll go together, so I can prove my point.”
Annnd I think I just asked a movie star out on a date. Here comes the crash and burn.
First her eyes widen just a smidge. Then two pink spots appear on her face, one on either cheekbone. “Well, it would be a shame to live in this town and never know its true pizza greatness.”
I replay that sentence in my head and realize that she didn’t turn me down. “True,” I agree. “Do you think Thursday would be a night to experience pizza Nirvana?” I’m overselling the hell out of Gino’s now, but it’s working for me.
She gives me a serious frown, and I’m hoping she’s not busy on Thursday. Because I have back-to-back hockey games to DJ on Friday andSaturday. “Thursday it is. I shall prepare to be amazed.”
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