I see London, I see France
Nineteen-year-old Sydney has the perfect summer mapped out. She's spending the next four and a half weeks traveling through Europe with her childhood best friend, Leela. Their plans include Eiffel-Tower selfies, eating cocco gelato, and making out with tres hot strangers. Her plans do not include Leela's cheating ex-boyfriend showing up on the flight to London, falling for the cheating ex-boyfriend's tres hot friend, monitoring her mother's spiraling mental health via texts, or feeling like the rope in a friendship tug-of-war.
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Travel > Fiction. Canadian fiction. |
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Young adult fiction. Fiction. |
- ISBN: 9781443443173
- Physical Description 376 pages : map ; 22 cm
- Edition First Canadian edition.
- Publisher [Place of publication not identified] : [publisher not identified], 2017.
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General Note: | Map on lining papers. |
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I See London, I See France
I see LONDON, I see FRANCE, I see Sydney's underpants. Nineteen-year-old Sydney has the perfect summer mapped out. She's spending the next four and a half weeks traveling through Europe with her childhood best friend, Leela. Their plans include Eiffel-Tower selfies, eating cocco gelato, and making out with tr#65533;s hot strangers. Her plans do not include Leela's cheating ex-boyfriend showing up on the flight to London, falling for the cheating ex-boyfriend's tr#65533;s hot friend, monitoring her mother's spiraling mental health via texts, or feeling like the rope in a friendship tug-of-war. In this hilarious and unforgettable adventure, New York Times bestselling author Sarah Mlynowski tells the story of a girl learning to navigate secret romances, thorny relationships, and the London Tube. As Sydney zigzags through Amsterdam, Switzerland, Italy, and France, she must learn when to hold on, when to keep moving, and when to jump into the Riviera . . . wearing only her polka-dot underpants.