Seventeenth Summer — Maureen Daly

WHAT BETTER TIME THAN SUMMER for a little romance? Except for Angie, who doesn't really date. Didn't date, that is until she saw Jack Duluth's crew cut pecking out over a booth in McKnight's drugstore one night.

He looked over at me, smiled, and then sat down again.

Thus starts a summer Angie will never forget--one full of spine chills, total bliss, heartache, and confusion . . . all the feelings that spell love.