{"product_id":"perfectly-parvin-isbn-9780593109441","title":"Perfectly Parvin","description":"\u003cb\u003eFourteen-year-old Iranian-American Parvin Mohammadi sets out to win the ultimate date to homecoming in this heartfelt and outright hilarious debut.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eParvin Mohammadi has just been dumped--only days after receiving official girlfriend status. Not only is she heartbroken, she's humiliated. Enter high school heartthrob Matty Fumero, who just might be the smoking-hot cure to all her boy problems. If Parvin can get Matty to ask her to Homecoming, she's positive it will prove to herself and her ex that she's girlfriend material after all. There's just one problem: Matty is definitely too cool for bassoon-playing, frizzy-haired, Cheeto-eating Parvin. Since being herself hasn't worked for her in the past (see aforementioned dumping), she decides to start acting like the women in her favorite rom-coms. Those women aren't loud, they certainly don't cackle when they laugh, and they smile much more than they talk.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut Parvin discovers that being a rom-com dream girl is much harder than it looks. Also hard? The parent-mandated Farsi lessons. A confusing friendship with a boy who's definitely not supposed to like her. And hardest of all, the ramifications of the Muslim ban on her family in Iran. Suddenly, being herself has never been more important.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOlivia Abtahi's debut is as hilarious as it is heartfelt--a delightful tale where, amid the turmoil of high school friendships and crushes, being yourself is always the perfect way to be.\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003ePerfectly Parvin\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA 2023 Sequoyah Book Award Nominee (OK)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA 2023 Texas Lone Star Reading List Pick\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA 2022 Golden Kite Honor Award Winner\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA 2022–2023 Georgia Peach Book Award Nominee\u003cbr\u003eA 2022 YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults Pick\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA 2022 ALA Rise: A Feminist Book Project List Pick\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA 2021 New York Public Library Best Book Pick\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA 2021 Chicago Public Library Best Book Pick\u003cbr\u003eA 2021 BuzzFeed Best Young Adult Pick\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA Book Riot Must Read YA Romance Pick\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Abtahi writes \u003cb\u003ea touching contemporary\u003c\/b\u003e that's \u003cb\u003ehilariously heartfelt\u003c\/b\u003e about one girl's journey to self-discovery.” —\u003ci\u003eBuzzFeed\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ “Abtahi deftly navigates Parvin's transitional life phase, equipping her with enough \u003cb\u003ehumor and moxie\u003c\/b\u003e to see her through even the toughest challenges . . . \u003cb\u003eA joyful celebration of the right to take up space in the world\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ “Abtahi’s \u003cb\u003echarming \u003c\/b\u003edebut will have readers cheering for Parvin. . . an \u003cb\u003eincredibly charming, funny, and lovable\u003c\/b\u003e protagonist who greets life with unbridled enthusiasm . . . as she navigates her two cultures with vim. . . A \u003cb\u003etruly delightful\u003c\/b\u003e story about a charming and engaging teen navigating freshman year.” —\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Parvin’s narratorial voice \u003cb\u003esparkles with wit and pathos\u003c\/b\u003e, and her journey toward self-acceptance \u003cb\u003eseamlessly incorporates \u003c\/b\u003epolitical and emotional realities. . . \u003cb\u003eA diverse, fast-paced, feminist romance\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The \u003cb\u003efast-paced \u003c\/b\u003ewriting, \u003cb\u003ewonderfully diverse\u003c\/b\u003e cast, and very realistic and age-appropriate thoughts, choices, and realizations make this a solid read. \u003cb\u003eSmart, funny, and full of heart\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eTeen Librarian Toolbox\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eAuthentic \u003c\/b\u003eand \u003cb\u003eorganically hilarious\u003c\/b\u003e. . . \u003cb\u003eA fresh, charming standout\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003ci\u003eYALSA\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “At its heart, this breezy YA title is about trying to find love by pretending to be someone else when \u003cb\u003ebeing yourself is all that matters\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eBrightly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The \u003cb\u003eebullient\u003c\/b\u003e, eponymous heroine of Olivia Abtahi’s novel \u003ci\u003ePerfectly Parvin\u003c\/i\u003e—a prankster with a rambunctious wit . . . determines to remake herself as a demure, seen-but-not-heard young lady. The effort is doomed—if often \u003cb\u003ehilarious\u003c\/b\u003e—and has her trying but failing to tamp herself down through a friend’s quinceañera party and Farsi classes, through online makeup consults with her Iranian aunt and a tragic band audition.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Globe and Mail\u003c\/i\u003eOlivia Abtahi is a writer and filmmaker born in Washington, DC. When she isn't drafting novels about awkward teens, you can find her working on documentaries about social justice and climate equity. She currently lives in Denver, Colorado, with her husband and daughter.\u003cp\u003e“All right, everyone, we’re going to go ahead and break out into tour groups. Outside the auditorium are student ambassadors in blue and red shirts—please line up next to one. No more than ten people per group, please!” Principal Saulk shouted before shimmying offstage.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Finally,” I groaned.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRuth whined, clutching her binder. “I didn’t get to ask any of my questions!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Come on, Parvin,” Fabián said, holding out a hand adorned with rings in the shape of snakes and skulls.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Wesley. His sandy-colored hair had been chopped off in favor of a buzz cut, but he still looked cute, despite his white polo and khakis. That was strange, since he usually wore a T-shirt and jeans. But at least I could finally introduce him to my friends.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Wesley!” I waved. “Hey!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWesley turned around, and I almost swooned then and there. His braces were off (gasp!), and he looked like a completely new person. He gave me a small wave from where he was sitting next to some students I’d never seen before, and I dragged Ruth and Fabián over.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Hey, Parvin,” he stuttered, getting up quickly. He herded me away from the people he’d been hanging with, clearly wanting to have me all to himself.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGosh, it had only been a couple days since we’d last seen each other, but I’d missed the shy, nervous way Wesley talked. I couldn’t stop staring at his braces-free teeth. Just smelling his brand of soap again made my lips tingle from that night at the beach.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Wesley, these are my friends,” I exclaimed proudly. Hah! Now I had proof that Wesley wasn’t made up! “Meet \u003ci\u003ethe\u003c\/i\u003e Fabián Castor,” I began.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Charmed,” Fabián purred, sticking his hand out, palm down, like he was a duke or something. Fabián had high standards for boys, and he didn’t hold his hand out to be kissed by just anyone. I could tell he thought Wesley was handsome, too.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eInstead of taking Fabián’s hand, though, Wesley just stared at the black nail polish and rings Fabián wore. I watched as his eyes tracked up Fabián’s frame, noting the motorcycle boots, the frayed black jeans, and the smoky eyeliner. I thought Fabián looked amazing today, but from the way Wesley cringed, maybe I’d been wrong.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Hi,” Wesley squeaked, keeping his hands in his pockets.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“And I’m Ruth Song.” She gave a quick wave, trying to gloss over that awkward moment, but Wesley took a step back. Ruth dropped her hand, self-conscious.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhat was going on? Why was Wesley acting so weird?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Wes? Are you feeling okay?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“These are your friends?” he asked. Then he glanced back to the group he’d been sitting with. They all wore the same kind of Polite Youths outfit Wesley had on and were just as pale as his white polo. I followed his gaze and was met with a wall of frosty looks.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Do you know her?” one of them called, gesturing to me. He wore a button-down shirt and something my dad called “slacks.” He looked like he was preparing to run for senate—or at least student-body president—both of which could be possible here in Northern Virginia. His name tag said HUDSON.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“A little bit,” Wesley replied. \u003ci\u003eA little bit? \u003c\/i\u003eHello! You just asked me to be your girlfriend! For some reason this Hudson guy thought Wesley’s response was hilarious, because he started laughing coldly at me as he walked over.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What kind of name is Parvin, anyway?” Hudson read my name tag, pronouncing it Par-vin, and not PAR-veen, like Ruth and Fabián did. What was going on? Why wasn’t Wesley sticking up for me? I felt my friends bristle beside me, ready to step in.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eToo late. “Don’t you have some used cars to sell?” Fabián sneered, gesturing to Hudson’s outfit.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Yeah!” Ruth added, a bit unhelpfully.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut in that moment, I could have kissed them both. Fabián and Ruth were my ride-or-die BFFs. They weren’t going to let just anyone make fun of me. After all, making fun of me was \u003ci\u003etheir\u003c\/i\u003e job.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWesley stared uneasily at the floor. Why was he friends with this jerk? And why wasn’t he saying anything? I was starting to get annoyed now.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Let’s go over here,” he said finally, leading me alone to an empty hallway away from Hudson and his crew. Gone was the happy twinkle in Wesley’s eye from whenever he saw me. Now he looked as nervous about high school as I felt, and he kept running his tongue over his braces-free teeth.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“How do you know those guys?” I asked. \u003ci\u003eAnd why won’t you look at me? \u003c\/i\u003eIt felt like the second I’d introduced my friends, Wesley had clammed up. Was he intimidated by how awesome they were? Being BFFs with an influencer could be nerve-racking, sure, but Fabián had been on his best behavior just now.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“They go to my church, actually. I didn’t know they’d be here until yesterday.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI nodded. I was glad he was starting school with some friends, even if they seemed dumb.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe still wouldn’t meet my eye.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Wes?” I took a step closer, reaching for his hand. But he shoved them both into his pockets.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFabián and Ruth gave me a sympathetic look from where they waited over by Wesley’s church friends. They were probably wondering where the hysterical boyfriend I’d bragged so much about had gone. I’d told them how funny Wesley was, but he was completely different from the boy in front of me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor someone who had asked me to be his girlfriend a couple days ago, Wesley sure wasn’t acting like my boyfriend.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Listen, Parvin,” Wesley started, finally making eye contact. “I’ve thought about it a lot, and I think it’s better if we just stay friends. You’re just . . . a little . . .”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMy heart stopped. I held my breath, waiting for Wesley to explain the punch line. This had to be a joke, right? Who dumped someone two days after asking them to be their girlfriend?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Loud,” he said finally. He gestured to all of me, as if I could read his mind and understand what that meant.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI gasped. \u003ci\u003eLoud? Moi?\u003c\/i\u003e This had to be another one of Wesley’s jokes, like the time we covered the lifeguard chair in body glitter.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Shiver me timbers, Wes,” I snorted, remembering how much he liked my pirate-speak earlier this week. “Good one, Captain!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut Wesley just shook his head. “It was fine at the beach and all. But things are different now. You’re just really . . . um . . .”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe looked at the ceiling tiles, as if he’d find the right word up there. “Too much.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThis couldn’t be happening. This had to be a prank.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What does that even mean?” I chuckled, but it was a strained, shaky sound.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe remained silent. I reached for his hand again, but he kept it in his pocket. “We’re still on for hanging out after orientation, right?” I pressed. I had already scoped out the school’s parking lot, and if I moved each assigned parking space over by one, Principal Saulk wouldn’t have a spot to slide his Prius into tomorrow. It was the perfect trick, and I needed Wesley’s help since Fabián and Ruth refused to help with my little schemes anymore.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Ummm,” he said uncomfortably.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe laugh I’d been holding back for when he yelled “Just kidding!” died in my throat. Was this really happening? Wesley had never mentioned before that I was “too loud” or “too much” all summer. He had seemed happy enough listening to me explain why mint chocolate chip was the best ice cream flavor, or why I still wore bronzer even though my skin was already pretty bronze.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWesley just shook his head. “Sorry, Parvin. 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