Girls for Breakfast — David Yoo

Nick Park loves girls.

Drumstick legs, cherry-colored lips, dumpling cheeks . . . everything about them he wants to eat up. But he's dateless and has been since he discovered girls in the third grade, and he's convinced himself that this is solely based on the fact that he's the only Korean American teenager in Renfield -- the fifth richest (and WASPiest) town in Connecticut. In Nick's mind, he sticks out like a banana in a wheat field.

And now it's time for him to figure it out once and for all. Is it all in his head or are his suspicions that his heritage is keeping him from a triumphant boob fest true?

An excerpt from Girls for Breakfast:
What confused me about involuntarily visualizing Miss Hamilton with no clothes on was that she wasn't even pretty. Her nose was pointy and her frizzy hair always looked sweaty, but I couldn't stop picturing her naked. I also couldn't stop picturing Martha the bus driver naked every time I stepped on the bus. I was a perverted Superman. As the bell rang I silently vowed to stop staring at the Playboys at night in order to get the rest crucial to curing me. I glared at Miss Hamilton's breasts and shook a fist at her bare butt as she faced the chalkboard. I knew in my heart I'd beat this disease.