At First Sight (Romantic Comedies (Mass Market)) [Mass Market Paperback]

Catherine Hapka (Author)

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Series: Romantic Comedies (Mass Market) | Publication Date: April 6, 2010

In At First Sight, when Lauren meets the perfect guy at the planetarium, she feels like the stars have finally aligned in her favor. The only problem is she met him in the dark and they never got a good look at each other… or got each other’s names. Now, Lauren must take matters into her own hands and find the mystery guy before she loses him forever.

--This text refers to the Kindle Edition edition.

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Catherine Hapka has written more than one hundred books for children and adults, as a ghostwriter for series as well as original titles, including the Romantic Comedies Something Borrowed, The Twelve Date of Christmas, and Love on Cue. She lives in Pennsylvania.

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One

My best friend, Britt, was madly in love. Again.

“OMG!” she said with an adorable giggle, fluttering her long eyelashes at the cute guy in the kung fu T-shirt and Abercrombie cargoes. “I can’t believe you go to Greenleaf High. I’ve always said Greenleaf has the cutest guys in the entire state of Maryland. Right, Lauren?” She waved one hand in my direction without breaking eye contact with Greenleaf Guy. “By the way, this is my best friend, Lauren Foley.”

My introduction barely warranted a cursory glance, nod, and mumbled “hi” from the object of Britt’s affection. Or maybe that should be “affliction.” See, Britt has a lifelong case of severe boycrazyitis. One I seriously doubted would be cured anytime soon.

“Lauren’s the one who convinced me to come over and say hi to you,” Britt continued, tilting her head up at Greenleaf Guy. “Usually I’m totally shy about talking to cute guys.”

It was all I could do not to burst out laughing at that one. Britt, shy with guys? Hardly. She’s pretty much fearless, not to mention completely lacking in the capacity for shame or embarrassment. Everyone says that’s why guys are drawn to her like dogs to a fire hydrant. Not that she isn’t cute—she is. But even if a guy doesn’t notice her pixielike face, her perfect skin, or her great legs, she makes damn sure he notices her.

To keep from blowing her cover, I wandered off a ways and pretended to be fascinated by a display case showing an astronaut in full bubble-headed regalia. Britt and I, along with the rest of the junior class of Potomac Point High and those of like half the other schools in our county, were at the National Air and Space Museum at the Smithsonian in Washington, D.C. Why, you ask? Good question. The answer is, we were being subjected to a ridiculously lame multischool field trip sponsored by some science foundation.

Not that I have anything against the Smithsonian. In fact, I kinda like it, especially the First Ladies’ gowns at the American History museum. But spaceships and black holes and airplanes? So not my thing.

I watched Britt and the guy in the reflection of the display case. I saw her toss her short blond hair around—a patented Britt flirting move. It worked. The guy stepped a little closer, his hands twitching as if he was dying to touch her.

Then I saw Britt glance around with an adorably furtive expression. She reached into her purse and pulled out BBB. That’s a nickname I came up with; it stands for Beloved BlackBerry. It could just as easily stand for Britt’s Bodacious Bestie, BlackBerry Baby, or Beautiful Best Buddy. Get the picture? She loves the thing.

Anyway, PDAs, cell phones, and all other electronic devices were strictly verboten on this trip, but Britt has never been that good at following the rules. One of the numerous things she and I don’t have in common. So she and the guy bent over the BlackBerry, her slim fingers flying over the tiny keys.

My gaze drifted away. I knew what came next. Britt would enter the guy’s name and number into her log, then add him as a friend on Facebook. I wondered if he’d be shocked when he logged on and saw that his “shy” new acquaintance had like forty gazillion other FB friends, mostly guys….

As I amused myself with that thought, I found myself staring at the spaceman in front of me. The bubble-headed look was a little retro for my taste. I automatically started redesigning the space suit, adding a touch of color here, streamlining the fabric there …

See, that’s my thing. Fashion. I love clothes. Most of my daydreams revolve around becoming an international fashion icon, showing up on runways from New York to Milan with my daringly original designs, shocking and amazing the fashion elite with my talent and creativity.

Not that I would ever have the guts to actually do anything like that. Britt is always on my case about being too cautious. She wants me to actually create every over-the-top outfit I sketch, no matter how wild or weird, and then wear it to school just to see what happens. But unlike her, I’m not a just-to-see-what-happens kind of girl. I prefer to test the waters first.

My gaze returned to the reflective surface of the display case, but this time I was staring at myself. My ordinary hazel eyes. My perky but unexceptional nose. And my best feature, my long, thick, wavy dark hair. If I ever tried shaking it around like Britt did with hers, would it have the same mesmerizing effect on guys? Or would I just end up looking like I had a gnat in my ear? Thoughts like that never seemed to occur to Britt at all, but my brain produced them so freely that I sometimes wondered if it was a medically diagnosable condition.

“Listen up, people!” Mr. Feldman’s voice rang out across the museum. He’s the head of PPH’s science department and actually a pretty cool guy, despite teaching my least favorite subject and being possibly the worst-dressed high school teacher of all time. And if you’ve ever been to high school, you know that’s saying something. “It’s time for a fascinating look at the work scientists do behind the scenes here at the Air and Space Museum,” he said in his nasal voice. “Potomac Point and East Elm students, please come with me. March!”

A couple of other teachers called out similar orders, directing the other schools to their own areas. The horde of high schoolers filling the museum’s airy atrium started dividing itself into smaller groups like some giant amoeba splitting into different parts, and I started preparing myself for more tedium. See, wandering around on guided tours of the museum’s endless array of flying machines, as boring as it was, was actually the fun part. In between, we were stuck listening to a bunch of lectures about stuff like quarks and wind shear and who knew what else. Speaking as someone who can barely stay awake in science class, I couldn’t think of a suckier way to spend my day.

Britt bounced over to join me as I started shuffling along with the crowd following Mr. Feldman. “What did you think of Trent?” she demanded eagerly. “Isn’t he the awesomest? Talk about love at first sight!”

“Sort of like the other three guys you’ve fallen in love with so far today?” I paused, feigning deep thought with one finger to my chin. “Or was it four? I’ve lost count.”

“Mock me if you wish, Lauren,” she retorted. “Trent might very well be the love of my life. I would hope my best friend might at least try to be happy for me.”

“If you make it to your two-week anniversary with that guy, I’ll be ecstatic, trust me,” I told her as we filed into some backstage part of the museum. “Not to mention shocked.”

Britt stuck out her tongue at me. We had to stop talking for a while as some dude started droning on about the scientific method. Or something like that. I had to mentally redesign not only his wardrobe—I put him in classic dark pinstripes with a floral tie for a splash of color—but also those of everyone else in the room just to keep from dozing off.

Seventeen hours later, we were finally released back into the main part of the museum. Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite that long. But it felt like it. Most of the other schools hadn’t yet emerged from their torture chambers—er, lectures—so the place had a weekday-morning-at-the-mall sort of feel. Not that I’d ever have the guts to skip class to go shopping, of course.

“So are you saying you don’t believe Trent and I are meant to be?” Britt asked, picking up right where we’d left off.

“I’m saying I don’t believe in love at first sight.” We’d had this same discussion so many times it was practically scripted. “There’s no way you can tell if you’re going to hit it off with someone just by looking at him.”

“Trust me, babe. I can tell.”

Britt sank down onto a free bench, casting an appraising eye toward a good-looking artsy type standing nearby looking at one of the displays. When a Goth girl with a nose ring came over and wrapped one skinny arm around him, stretching up to lick his earlobe, Britt shrugged and returned her gaze to me.

“It’s called sparks,” she informed me. “And I know them when I feel them.”

“Right. Every time you feel them.” I smirked. “And sorry, but I’m just not willing to believe that sparks and raw animal attraction equal true love.”

She grinned back at me. “Don’t knock it till you try it. Your love life could stand a little more raw animal attraction.”

“If you say so.” It was a familiar exchange. Britt wasn’t trying to be mean about my love life—or relative lack thereof. I knew she truly didn’t understand how I could be content waiting for romance to come to me rather than rushing out, grabbing it with both hands, and checking out its butt, like she did.

But that was mutual. I didn’t really get the whole “sparks” thing, either. I mean, sure, I sometimes felt a flutter of hormones when I saw a cute guy walking through the mall or something. Same flutter I got when I saw a hot actor on TV or up on the movie screen. That silly flutter just didn’t seem like a solid basis for a relationship to me.

One of the other school groups emerged from their lecture. A pair of beefy jock types wearing varsity jackets wandered past where we were sitting, ribbing each other loudly about football. Or maybe baseball. Something with balls, anyway. Britt sized them up as they passed our bench.

“Any sparks?” I teased.

She tore her gaze away from the guys and made a fac...

Product Details

• Mass Market Paperback: 272 pages
• Publisher: Simon Pulse; Original edition (April 6, 2010)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 1416998853
• ISBN-13: 978-1416998853
• Product Dimensions: 7 x 4.2 x 0.7 inches
• Shipping Weight: 11.2 ounces
• Average Customer Review: 4.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (5 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #426,268 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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9 of 10 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Courtesy of Teens Read Too, November 7, 2010

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This review is from: At First Sight (Romantic Comedies (Mass Market)) (Mass Market Paperback)

Lauren doesn't believe in love at first sight, even though her best friend finds her boyfriends instantly. She's forced to change her opinion when she meets Riley on a school field trip to the planetarium. Sparks fly. They have a moment together before they're whisked away. They didn't even tell each other their names.

Lauren can't get him out of her head. Her best friend does some digging on a social media site and discovers his identity. Plus, he can't get Lauren out his head, either. But the path to true love isn't simple. When he writes about meeting an amazing girl, his wall on the website explodes with girls claiming to be "the one."

Lauren doesn't let that faze her; she writes him a message. He responds and soon they're hanging out online. He doesn't believe she's one of the posers, but he doesn't believe that she's the one he's searching for, either. How can she get him to figure out the truth?

Catherine Hapka writes about love at first glance as part of the Simon Pulse Romantic Comedy series. Lauren tackles overcoming her shyness and going after what she wants. Ms. Hapka touches on the different aspects of relationships, including lust and friendship-turned-love, in this engaging installment to the line.

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4.0 out of 5 stars Pleasing Light Romance, August 7, 2011

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"Britt is always on my case about being too cautious, she wants me to actually create every over-the-top outfit I sketch, no matter how wild or weird, and then wear it to school just to see what happens. But unlike her, I'm not a just-to-see-what-happens kind of girl. I prefer to test the waters first." -

Lauren doesn't believe in love at first sight. She leaves that kind of thing to her best friend Britt, who claims to `feel sparks' for about half of the boys she meets. So while Lauren has a new boy on the hook every two weeks or so, Lauren has only had two real boyfriends, like EVER. All of which only makes what happened at the planetarium even stranger. The planetarium, where Lauren took one look at a boy and `ping', there it was, instant connection. Of course, she didn't even get his name, so that should be the end of it. Then Britt finds this über-romantic FaceBook post from a boy named Riley who is looking for his `Planetarium Girl' and IT'S HIM. Lauren is totally psyched because it looks like she's going to get a chance to explore the `ping' after all. Of course, she didn't plan on all the impostors who took one look at Riley's romantic message and decided to claim that they were "Planetarium Girl,' or for Riley, who is happy to meet a `new music buddy' but absolutely refuses to believe that Lauren is "Planetarium Girl.' Doesn't he still feel the connection? What's a girl to do?

At its core, At First Sight is a romance in the `girl finds boy, girl loses boy, girl finds boy again' mode, with just a bit of a twist. It's pretty standard fare for the Simon Romantic Comedies, although it is better written than most. I should point out, however, that while At First Sight is light, calling it a comedy is stretching things a bit. The point with romances like this is not `how is it going to turn out,' because you pretty much know the answer to that question as soon as you read the blurb on the back cover. No, the point is, `how does the book get to the happy ending.' At First Sight gets there via a lightweight and breezy story and leaves you feeling happily satisfied.

4.0 out of 5 stars Great read!, August 23, 2011

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"At First Sight" has a plot that is easily understood within a few chapters, however it is a story everyone will love. The characters are fun and realistic so the readers can connect with them.