Stay Sweet
Stay Sweet
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Annotation: Seventeen-year-old Amelia has looked forward to her last summer before college working at the Meade Creamery, but when the owner of the local landmark passes away her nephew has big changes in mind.
Catalog Number: #154618
Format: Publisher's Hardcover
Copyright Date: 2018
Edition Date: 2018
Pages: 359 pages
Availability: Available
ISBN: 1-481-45232-0
ISBN 13: 978-1-481-45232-8
Dewey: Fic
LCCN: 2017048141
Dimensions: 22 cm.
Language: English
ALA Booklist
Practical, responsible Amelia is nothing like her fun-loving, social-­butterfly best friend, Cate. Cate brings people together, but it was Amelia who was chosen as head girl of Meade Creamery their last summer before college. She was handpicked by Molly Meade herself, who makes the ice cream and founded the stand back during WWII. Since then, Meade Creamery has employed all girls, and Amelia has spent the best, most important summers of her life there. But when Molly passes away, everything changes. Her grandnephew, Grady, arrives to take over the stand, but he's a business major who's all about the bottom line, and he's uninterested in Meade Creamery's traditions. Despite this, Amelia agrees to help him, and she becomes absorbed in Molly Meade's history even as a rift grows between her and Cate and her last summer at the stand rushes by. This is both a bittersweet paean to the passage of time and a satisfying examination of a girl used to being in the background, who comes into her own. Summer reading at its finest.
Horn Book
Seventeen-year-old Amelia is "Head Girl" of a famous female-owned and -operated ice-cream stand. When the stand's elderly founder dies and leaves her college-aged grandnephew in charge, Amelia takes on new business responsibilities. This atmospheric summer romance is all about female leaders and entrepreneurship; an emphasis on the business's WWII-era origins provides a historical thread.[July FTG]
Kirkus Reviews
Meade Creamery opened for business in 1945, and after the owner's unexpected death, Amelia is determined to keep this local institution going—if she can.Molly Meade began selling ice cream in the small holiday town of Sand Lake, employing only local girls. When Grady Meade, age 19, the great-nephew to whom Molly's left the Creamery, arrives to run the business, Amelia's at first thrilled. (His good looks don't hurt.) A business major guided by his tycoon father, Grady plans big changes—profits are too small, salaries too high, the location could be better. Dismayed and alarmed, Amelia—usually deferential—resists, realizing that Grady needs her hands-on experience to run the Creamery successfully. As their partnership and mutual attraction grow, Grady's dad pushes him to maximize profits. Meanwhile her growing commitment to the business distances Amelia from her best friend and fellow employees. All major characters are white. A meandering start and focus on Creamery minutiae slow the narrative, but patient readers are rewarded with a rare, enjoyable portrait of a woman-run business. Operations and decision-making detailed include the stash of PMS tea and tampons in the office and the intricacies of allocating bathroom cleanup.Amelia possesses the qualities she needs to achieve her goals but, like many girls, lacks confidence in using them; watching her evolve is empowering. (Fiction. 12-16)
Publishers Weekly
Vivian (The Last Boy and Girl in the World) serves a delectable mixture of ice cream and romance in this story about a small-town girl whose life revolves around her summer job at an ice-cream stand. After working for four years at Meade Creamery, Amelia is excited and nervous when the elderly owner, Molly Meade, promotes her to -head girl.- But on Amelia-s first day as manager, Molly dies, leaving the business to her grandnephew Grady, a college student with big changes in mind. As Amelia finds herself falling for Grady, she tries to uphold Meade Creamery traditions without alienating him. Meanwhile, the rest of the employees seem more interested in shirking their duties than saving the shop. Inserting passages from Molly Meade-s diary into her book, Vivian deftly parallels the woman-s WWII romance and trials as a young entrepreneur with Amelia-s story, adding an extra layer of intrigue and suspense. While evoking the warmth of rural life and employee comradeship, Vivian writes an empowering novel for young women with big dreams. Ages 14-up. Agent: Emily van Beek, Folio Literary Management. (Apr.)

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Word Count: 85,912
Reading Level: 5.0
Interest Level: 9-12
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 5.0 / points: 13.0 / quiz: 197254 / grade: Upper Grades
Reading Counts!: reading level:6.3 / points:20.0 / quiz:Q73532
Lexile: HL800L
Stay Sweet


AMELIA VAN HAGEN IS KNEELING on the floor in her bra and a pair of khaki shorts, brown hair neatly split into two fishtail braids, a polo shirt draped over her lap. She smooths it, then gently plucks off a tiny fuzz ball and flicks it away.

When Frankie Ko gave her this Meade Creamery polo on her very first day, it was the exact same shade of pink as a scoop of strawberry ice cream. Now, four summers later, and despite the dim morning light of her bedroom, she sees that the pink has faded to a much softer hue, a color closer to cotton candy.

There are lots of summer jobs for the teens of Sand Lake and each comes with its own perks. Being a lake lifeguard means your tan lasts until October. The mall is air-conditioned and employees get a discount at the food court. Babysitters can make serious cash, especially if they get in good with the tourists. But Amelia always dreamed of being a Meade Creamery girl.

The Meade Creamery ice cream stand has employed all girls and only girls since it opened, way back in the summer of 1945. And though the draw of the place is solely the ice cream, each time her parents would take her, and as soon as the line would bring her close enough, Amelia would lift up on her toes and study the girls working inside. Though the faces changed each summer--as the oldest ones left for college and the newbies struggled to keep up with the pace of things--the vibe between the girls stayed the same. Amelia liked how they talked to each other, a mix of codes and inside jokes, how gracefully they moved in such a cramped and frenzied space. How much fun they seemed to have, despite the heat and the crowds, despite their crappy radio with the foil-covered antenna.

Amelia pulls the pink polo over her head. It sort of feels like cotton candy too, soft and light from what probably adds up to a billion trips through the wash between her very first day and this one, a Meade Creamery girl's endless fight against the speckling of caramel dip, of hot fudge, of the bright red juice that the maraschino cherries float in. What hasn't paled, not even four summers later, is the thrill she gets from wearing it.

Frankie Ko handed this very shirt to Amelia four years ago. Frankie was Head Girl that summer, and she had been lying on top of one of the picnic tables, sunning herself while she waited for the newbies to arrive. Her shiny black hair was as long as her perfectly frayed cutoffs were short. She wore ankle socks with little pink pompoms at the heels and she had four, maybe five, woven string friendship bracelets tied around each wrist. She was half Korean, impossibly beautiful, effortlessly cool. That's how every newbie feels about the Head Girl her first summer, but Frankie, Amelia's sure, broke the mold.

Amelia cringes, remembering with embarrassing clarity how she herself looked four years ago, getting dropped off by her dad, lips slick with the peachy lipstick she'd bought to match her eighth-grade dinner dance dress, hoping it would make her seem older and cooler. Funny that it never occurred to her to remove her retainer, which she was so dutiful in wearing that most of her classmates hadn't yet realized she'd gotten her braces off.

A few weeks later, Frankie pulled her aside and gently suggested that cooler tones might flatter her skin more. She presented Amelia with a new lipstick--a berry red called All Heart--which was a freebie that had come with Frankie's recent Clinique purchase. Frankie helped Amelia apply it, too, taking twice as long to do it as Amelia did when she put it on herself, and the other girls working that shift nodded in approval.

Frankie Ko had made seventeen look the way it does on TV shows--a flower blooming with confidence and beauty and wisdom. Straightening her collar in the mirror, Amelia wonders what this summer's newbies will see when they look at her, because it feels impossible that she's as old today as Frankie was then.

But prom is over--and graduation, too. Amelia's opened every Hallmark card from her relatives and put the cash away for textbooks and a cafeteria meal plan and a real-deal winter coat, one that can stand up to the New England nor'easters people keep teasing will probably kill her.

Earlier this week, Amelia got an email from her future roommate at Gibbons--Cecilia Brewster, an English lit major, from Connecticut, on a partial tennis scholarship, with a long-distance boyfriend until further notice. After the introduction, Cecilia let Amelia know that she had already bought them a mini-fridge for their dorm room, and so it would be great if Amelia could get them a microwave (see helpfully provided links for style and color suggestions).

Amelia's reread this email so many times. Cecilia seems fine, way better than some of the dorm mismatches she's heard about when former stand girls drop by for a visit and a free waffle cone. Though she's drafted some potential replies, she hasn't sent one. It feels like the starting gun for a race she doesn't want to run.

Unfortunately, Amelia's last first day at Meade Creamery is undeniably the beginning of the end.

"Amelia?" Cate Kopernick emerges from a heap of blankets and pillows on the floor. Her long blond hair is looped in half with an elastic and it hangs over her shoulder like a golden lasso. She makes the screen on her phone light up and, after wincing at the glow, casts it aside. "You're going in already?"

"I couldn't sleep. I'm too nervous."

"Nervous?" Cate laughs. "Come on. Seriously?"

"I know, I know." Amelia says it as quickly as she's moving now, standing up, taking her tote bag off the back of her desk chair, wriggling her feet into her Keds.

"I heard you downstairs last night."

"I was baking blueberry muffins."

"At two in the morning?"

"I thought it'd be nice to give the girls something to eat before I start assigning chores."

Cate rolls her eyes. "Don't worry about being likable. Everyone already knows that today and tomorrow are going to suck." She yawns again. "Just give me ten minutes to shower, and I can drive--"

"I'll ride my bike. It'll help me clear my head. Really. Please go back to sleep. I'll see you in a few hours."

"Hold up. Where's your pin?"

"I guess I forgot to put it on." Amelia blushes because she is a terrible liar and makes for the bedroom door.

Cate grabs her ankle. "Amelia! Quit acting weird!"

With a halfhearted shrug, Amelia goes to her jewelry box. Inside, mixed in with her nicer jewelry and the tassel from her graduation cap, is a gold flower pin the size of a Snapple cap, a clear rhinestone anchoring the petals. She hasn't touched it for nearly a year, not since it was given to her last August.

The girls were celebrating the end of the season with a sleepover down at the lake, a Meade Creamery tradition. Amelia was standing next to her half-set-up tent, having temporarily given up on putting it together in favor of using bits of broken sugar cone to scrape out the streaks of chocolate from their last remaining drum of ice cream.

Heather, who was Head Girl last summer, had just picked up the final paychecks from Molly Meade's farmhouse and was handing them out. She paused when peeling Amelia's from the stack, a funny look on her face. Then she shook the envelope so Amelia could hear the clinking inside it.

Amelia froze. A drip of chocolate rolled down her forearm.

"Amelia," Heather said. "Put the ice cream down and get over here!"

Stiffly, Amelia did as she was told. She chased the drip with her tongue, put the bite into her mouth, and forced a swallow. Setting the cardboard drum in the sand, she snuck a look over to the campfire and watched Cate, in a baggy sweatshirt worn over her bikini, toss on another log, sending up a burst of sparks. The other stand girls huddled around her, faces glowing.

Amelia opened the envelope. Inside were her check, the flower pin, and a key to the ice cream stand.

"Are you sure this is supposed to be mine?" Amelia asked, incredulous. "Did Molly say anything to you?"

Heather looked surprised at the insinuation. "Amelia, I haven't spoken to her all summer. Like, not once. Last week she left me a note to turn in my pin. I had no idea who she was going to pick." Heather shrugged, then gave Amelia an encouraging shoulder squeeze. "The envelope has your name on it. And you did have a fifty-fifty shot, right?"

Though it may technically have been true, it didn't feel that way to Amelia. Ever since their first summer at Meade Creamery, Amelia had believed Molly would choose Cate as Head Girl when the time came. Definitely Cate. A thousand percent Cate for a thousand and one reasons. And Amelia wasn't alone. She could see it in Heather's face, the surprise at how this was playing out, because Cate was the fun one, the girl everyone loved being around.

Cate must have realized what was going on while Amelia was talking to Heather, because she came sprinting over and wrapped Amelia in a big, bouncing congratulatory hug.

Amelia still doesn't know how long it took Cate to come to terms with not getting the Head Girl pin, but it pains Amelia to think of Cate hurting over it, even if only for a millisecond. And yet Amelia finds Cate's excitement for her right now only slightly less excruciating, as Cate leans forward, her chin in her hands, waiting.

"How about I wear it on opening day? That way, it won't get messed up," Amelia says, hesitating.

With a groan, Cate rises to her feet and takes the pin from Amelia's hand. "You're not officially the queen until you put on the crown." Amelia averts her eyes as Cate examines the pin for a second before she feels a tug on her collar. "There," Cate says, pleased. "Now it's official."

Amelia starts to protest, "It should be you," the way she has countless times since getting the pin. Cate's usually good about letting her get this perceived injustice off her chest, and Amelia always feels better afterward. Like she has voiced a truth that, deep down, they both know.

This time, however, Cate shushes her. "Not today, Amelia." And she guides Amelia back to the mirror. "What do you think?"

Amelia glances over her shoulder at Cate. For the rest of Amelia's life, she knows she will never find a friend better than Cate Kopernick.

Using Amelia's braids like handlebars, Cate steers Amelia's head so she's facing the mirror. "You look amazing," Cate says, stepping aside so she's out of the reflection. "Just like Frankie Ko."

Amelia laughs, because again, yeah right, until, finally, she looks, focusing not so much on herself as on the pin. Though it's small, it really does sparkle.

Excerpted from Stay Sweet by Siobhan Vivian
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From the author of The Last Boy and Girl in the World and The List comes a bold and sweet summer read about first love, feminism, and ice cream.

Summer in Sand Lake isn’t complete without a trip to Meade Creamery—the local ice cream stand founded in 1944 by Molly Meade who started making ice cream to cheer up her lovesick girlfriends while all the boys were away at war. Since then, the stand has been owned and managed exclusively by local girls, who inevitably become the best for friends. Seventeen-year-old Amelia and her best friend Cate have worked at the stand every summer for the past three years, and Amelia is “Head Girl” at the stand this summer. When Molly passes away before Amelia even has her first day in charge, Amelia isn’t sure that stand can go on. That is, until Molly’s grandnephew Grady arrives and asks Amelia to stay on to help continue the business…but Grady’s got some changes in mind…

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