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Monday, January 11, 2016

Every Big & Little Wish by E.C. Moore

“Begin at the beginning, and go till you come to the end. Then stop.” Alice in Wonderland.

Everything changes when Jacy Wilbert knocks on the wrong door.


Published: October 20th, 2015

E.C. Moore’s young adult novel, Every Big and Little Wish, opens in late spring 1970. Sixteen-year-old Jacy Wilbert’s Mom got promoted, so her parents sold their Victorian home in California and moved to a townhouse in Oregon.

Torn away from the only home she’s ever known, forced to leave her beloved German shepherd behind, Jacy feels misplaced. Exacerbating an already terrible situation, her dad runs off with the bombshell real estate agent who sold them their townhouse. And, just when it seems things can’t get any worse, her mom loses the stupid job they left California for in the first place and begins to drown her sorrows with pink wine, night after night. Jacy’s caught in the middle, struggling to maintain a relationship with her AWOL dad while tolerating his annoying, much-younger girlfriend.

Missing old friends back in California, and feeling like an outsider, Jacy needs to build a new social life in a new school. Not the sort of girl to wait around for what she wants to come her way, she sets her sights on Neil Wilder, the best-looking boy around.

Everything changes when Jacy Wilbert knocks on the wrong door.


I took it all in. The reflection of the city lights on the surface of the river dazzled. The giant White Stag sign loomed across the way in all its neon glory. I dared not look down. “Pretty,” I squeaked. 

Neil said, “No, beautiful,” and reached out and pulled me close. His mouth brushed my temple. His lips finally touched mine. Our first kiss on our first date. I willed my shaky knees to stay still. I tried to overlook my fear of heights and the deep water rushing below, to stay in the moment. I wanted to remember exactly how it felt when his lips met mine, how he smelled and how he tasted. I wanted to record every sensation into my brain matter so I could retrieve the memories later. 

We kissed and we kissed and we kissed. Neil tasted like cherries and pure joy. We made up for all the lost time. I didn’t even notice how cold it was until he pulled away. “Do you want to go to the other side? Or back to the car?” 

“What do you think?” “The car.” 

I ran so we could reach that parking garage as quickly as possible. Something always seemed to happen whenever we got anywhere close to getting together, and I vowed that this time, things would be different.

About the author:
When Elizabeth’s not writing feverishly, you will find her out walking or sightseeing. She’s crazy about coffee, books, cooking, good wine, cairn terriers, miniature ponies, historical houses, tapas, and witty people.

She resides in a fifties bungalow in Southern California, with her creative-director, hubba-hubba husband, a yappy blonde dog, and one feisty Chihuahua.

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Jan Lee said...

Sounds like a nice story... I'd love to read the book :)

Penny said...

Looks like a great book. Thanks for the giveaway!

Andreea Dragan said...

I want to read it. Thank you for the giveaway!

Elisa Panjang said...

Thanks for the chance.