Prom Queen Perfect by Clarisse David
(Website, Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads)on July 7th 2016
Genres: Coming of Age, Contemporary, Dating & Relationships, Family, Family Life, Friendship, Girls & Women, Love & Romance, Romance, Self-Esteem & Self-Reliance, Social Issues, Young Adult, Young Adult Fiction
Being perfect isn’t supposed to be this hard.
Alex dela Cruz has it all. Looks, money, and a killer sense of style.
When the annoyingly gorgeous Adam Cordero calls her selfish, she decides to prove him wrong by transforming Christy Marquez from an invisible misfit into a ruling princess of Asia Pacific Academy. Great hair? Check. Flawless red lipstick? Check. Instant popularity? A slightly too big check.
But now, Alex is on the brink of losing the plastic tiara she’s supposed to get as prom queen, her best friend, and her heart to the unlikeliest of candidates. Too bad she isn’t letting anything—or anyone—get between her and that tiara.
I’ve been following this book for some time, mainly because it sounded like a super cute story and something that I would definitely enjoy reading. If you’re looking for a light read to help you escape for an easy afternoon, Prom Queen Perfect does just the trick. Imagine yourself on the beach with a short read and a tropical drink, smelling of sunscreen and sunshine and washing away your problems with the salt water and the troubles of Alex dela Cruz.
Alex had always had the world at her fingertips, when she suddenly discovers that not everything works out like she had it detailed out in her planner. The book was incredibly short—something that made me cheer because I could finish it in practically one sitting—and didn’t go in depth to the characters plights. Yet, I still understood Alex but wasn’t bogged down by random information. Now, I am the person who loves detail and random quirks and information, but David’s quick, light writing worked.
The romance was expected. Adam Cordero intrigued me, and I understood why Alex was attracted to him. As far as he went, I would have loved to have more of him. I love kissing scenes and would have loved more detail and a few more of those. However, I’m glad that Alex’s heart wasn’t tugged in multiple directions. The only enemy in the story was herself, not another boy.
I also enjoyed reading as Alex’s friendship with Christy played out. Underneath the romance between Alex and Adam was a friendship that began as something lowlier than what it should have been. I didn’t know what to expect—by the end, the Alex that I met at the beginning and the Alex that I had become to know got what they needed and deserved.
Prom Queen Perfect deserves a spot on your e-reader if you’re looking for a quick, light read. The writing flows, and David created interesting relationships and problems within just eight short chapters.
When I entered the cafeteria during lunch, my eyes immediately zoomed in on Adam. He sat in a secluded corner surrounded by his soccer teammates. An unappealing plate of dry nachos lay untouched in front of him.
Clutching the paper bag full of food in one hand, I walked over to their table. Silence fell over the boys upon my arrival. They all gaped at me, but Jason Almendra, the team captain, could barely meet my eye. A telltale flush started creeping up his neck. Awww, he still wasn’t over my turning him down last year. How cute.
Plastering what I hoped was a serene Mother Teresa-esque expression on my face, I placed the paper bag on the center of the table and started taking out its contents—three Tupperware containers full of adobo, carbonara, and mango float. Adam’s favorite dishes all in one place.
“You lucky son of a gun.” One of Adam’s friends let out a low whistle.
The other soccer players agreed. They started nudging Adam and peppering him with questions about what he’d done to deserve this treat from me. One of the boys tried to make a grab for the carbonara, but I made a tsking sound to stop him.
Adam, on the other hand, crossed his hands over his chest and scowled at me. After years of psychological warfare, I could tell he was scrambling to figure out what I was up to.
“Remember our little spat about the prom venue last Saturday?” I opened the first container. The delicious smell of adobo wafted out of it. “I felt so guilty about it that I decided I simply have to make it up to you. That’s why I woke up early this morning to prepare your favorite dishes. So, what do you say, Adam?”
I made my voice sound a little more saccharine than usual for our audience’s benefit. On the outside, I was radiating good will and positive karma. Inside, I was thinking, See, Adam? I’m not selfish, because I consider other people’s feelings. Even yours, you despicable, little—
“I need to talk to you in private.” Adam stood up and grabbed my elbow. Loud whoops followed us from the table. I turned back to grin at his friends, confident that I was getting what I wanted. This was almost too easy.
“What did you want to discuss?” I said when we stopped near an empty table.
Adam didn’t even bother to beat around the bush. He spun around to face me. “You’re saying you cooked adobo, carbonara, and mango float for me this morning? You expect me to believe that?”
“Why is that so hard to believe?” I said indignantly, placing my hands on my hips. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. For example, I happen to be very good in the kitchen.”
Adam snorted in disbelief. “Alex, you don’t even know how to turn on a stove.”
“I do, too,” I insisted.
“Really? How?” Adam leaned back on his heels, clearly awaiting my answer.
My mind raced to think of something. What did cook do earlier when he prepared all this food? How did he turn on the stupid stove? I couldn’t remember at all. Trying to salvage what was left of my dignity, I said, “Simple. You twist that little knob thing.”
“You’re hopeless.” The corners of Adam’s mouth tilted up. I got the distinct feeling he was desperately trying not to laugh. “If this is still about making Bayview Country Club our prom venue, you can forget about it.”
He left before I could even respond. All I could do was watch him walk away with my mouth hanging open, looking not unlike the goldfish I had when I was little. Adam made me so angry that I forgot where and who I was and did the unthinkable.
I stamped my foot like a child.
Adam: 2. Alex: 0.