Author: Candace Jane Kringle
Publisher: Elfpublishing books
MEET SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD CANDYCANE CLAUS. She's the most popular girl at North Pole High. Her father is world-famous. And every day is Christmas. What more could any girl want?
BOYS! And the new boy, Rudy Tutti, is hot chocolate. But he hates anything to do with Christmas!
When Candy and Rudy are forced to work together on a school Christmas-tree project, her world is turned upside down: Her grades start to suffer, she loses her taste for ice cream, and now the two North-Star-cross'd teens must contend with her overprotective father — Santa Claus — before Christmas is ruined for EVERYONE!
North Pole High is the story of Santa's little girl, Candy as in Candycane, and her falling in love with the bad boy that dad just can't stand, Rudy.
The book is written from the point of view of Candy a 16 year old girl, with all the drama and angst that comes with being a 16 year old girl. She can be sweet (no pun intended) she can be manipulative, stubborn and she can be confused and foolish.
Rudy, the hero in North Pole High, can't abide Christmas and is not happy to be living at the North Pole and he really can't stand all of the festiveness that is all around him. Rudy prefers to be the moody, brooding teenager, he has good reason to be that way.
The story of Candy and Rudy is a cute one and the feelings of being a teenager and being kinda awkward and unsure of how to express your feeling to the person you "like" is well done. The scene where Santa tries to explain the birds and the bees to Candy using Gingerbread men is hysterical. I think any teen to young adult readers will enjoy this book a great deal.
The only part about the book that I had a hard time with is the silly terminology and slang used in the book things like "Lord's a Leaping" to indicate surprise about something or some on "goes all peanut butter and jelly"or are feeling "jelly"if they are jelious. I felt that in this the book went a bit overboard in the "world building".
It's a cute teen story and if you can get used to everything being a bit sticky sweet you will enjoy it.
“That must be it,” he said, pointing to the crystalline palace perched at the far end of Eggnog Alley.
Chiseled blocks of ice formed frozen tables and seats. Smoothly powdered ice columns rose from the floor. Curtains of glistening icicles dangled across space in intricate, criss-cross patterns. Drinks were served at a long, translucent bar. Every piece of ice glowed in an ever-changing array of swirling hues that flashed and pulsated with the driving beat of the music being spun by Kanye North, the DJ seal.
On the slippery stage next to him, three dancing-girl seals performed all manner of flips and loop-the-loops over vertical ice rings, like floppy, breathing, bendable Hot Wheels cars. What a sight!From the first sip, the eggnog tasted funny. Funny in the sense that it made me want to laugh more than usual. It smelled like regular eggnog, but with the volume turned way up on the candy-cane flavoring. My mother’s ’nog never tasted like this.
I laughed at Silent’s and Rudy’s milk mustaches and licked mine away before they could see it. Then I cracked open one end of the paper wrapper on my straw and blew the other end into Rudy’s face. I laughed again as it bounced off his square chin and landed in his drink. He looked at me stone-faced as he plucked it out.
I stabbed the straw into my frosty glass and drew up a longer sample of that unusual taste when a spherical elf rolled into my legs like a bowling ball, mid-sip, making me jump. He unfurled himself, blanching when he realized he’d torpedoed his boss’s daughter. I assured him Daddy would never hear about our collision from me. The little guy seemed not to grasp how I would be in way more trouble than he if my father knew where I was. He apologized profusely until Chefy shoved him back across the ice like a shuffleboard weight.
“I think he liked you,” Snowflake teased.
“Shut up!” I flung a gingerbread torso at Snowflake’s head, which rolled down the front of her shirt. Then I hid my beet-red face behind my hands and rocked with laughter.
Snowflake dug the cookie piece out of her bra. She looked at it and said, “I can’t believe you threw a gingerbread boy’s you-know-what at me!” She put it in her mouth and bit down hard on it.
“Ew! I can’t believe you ate a gingerbread boy’s you-know-what!” The unusual-tasting eggnog was making me act more juvenile than usual. I allowed another long draw of the strange liquid to run down my throat and felt a buzz in my head that was part brain freeze and part something else.
About The Author:
Candace Jane Kringle is a junior at North Pole High. She likes candy canes, unicorn races, and making snow angels. Her father is the most well-known and beloved toymaker and toy distributor in the world. Her memoir, North Pole High: A Rebel Without a Claus , is her first book. After high school, she plans to enroll at North Pole University and write more books, maybe even some fiction. :)
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