It’s senior year, and Whitney Richards is tired of the constant pressures to be perfect. When she gets a D in Calculus, her mother immediately hires a tutor, worried Whitney won’t get into the “right” college—her alma mater—with imperfect grades. Her tutor, Taylor, is a quiet, mysterious boy who is unlike anyone Whitney has met before. But Taylor’s rougher upbringing has her mother and friends discouraging any type of relationship. Tired of having to play a part for everyone else, Whitney quits the cheerleading squad that once defined her social identity, and begins spending more time with Taylor. Her mom and friends worry Whitney is making a huge mistake, and even Taylor begins to show concern for some of her choices. But for the first time, Whitney is in the driver’s seat of her life. Will she be able to find her identity—and God’s plan for her life—before she throws everything away? Gr 8 Up—High school senior Whitney Jean Richards appears to have it all: security, status, success. She drives a brand-new car and lives in a large brick colonial, complete with an Olympic-size swimming pool. Pretty and popular, she reigns as both the captain of the cheerleading squad and girlfriend of the football team captain. With a 4.0 grade point average, the teen has been accepted to all three of her top college choices. But cracks in Whitney's idyllic life begin to surface when she gets a D on a Calculus test. Outraged, her critical and controlling mother demands that Whitney bring her grade up with the help of a tutor. Enter Taylor Martinez, a motorcycle-riding math genius from the wrong side of town. What starts off as a rebellious flirtation evolves into true love, as the two young people bond over their deep, shared faith in God. Fans of YA Christian fiction will appreciate the guiding role which prayer plays in Whitney's journey toward self-discovery. Unfortunately, readers who enjoyed Clipston's Roadside Assistance (Zondervan, 2011) will be disappointed by this book's comparative lack of authenticity and depth. A narrow worldview persists throughout and conveys a certain judgmental smugness. For example, Whitney feels "truly blessed to come from a family that was still intact," while Taylor is pitied for "growing up without a father." Predictable plot and flat writing make this a strictly additional purchase.—Susan Wengler, Saint Dominic Academy, Jersey City, NJ Amy Clipston is an award-winning bestselling author and has been writing for as long as she can remember. She's sold more than one million books, and her fiction writing "career" began in elementary school when she and a close friend wrote and shared silly stories. She has a degree in communications from Virginia Wesleyan University and is a member of the Authors Guild, American Christian Fiction Writers, and Romance Writers of America. Amy works full-time for the City of Charlotte, NC, and lives in North Carolina with her husband, younger son, mother, and seven spoiled rotten cats. Visit her online at AmyClipston.com; Facebook: @AmyClipstonBooks; X: @AmyClipston; Instagram: @amy_clipston; BookBub: @AmyClipston Destination Unknown By Amy Clipston ZONDERVAN Copyright © 2014 Amy Clipston All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-0-310-73669-1 CHAPTER 1 Whitney!" My best friend, Kristin Bailey, rushed across theschool parking lot toward me. She balanced her backpackover her shoulder, a small pink gift bag in her hand and alarge brown teddy bear on her hip. "Hey, Kristin." I waited for her to catch up. "I've been looking all over for you." She nodded toward thelarge bear grinning at me from her hip. "Look at what Douggave me." Then she pushed the gift bag toward me, and the richaroma of milk chocolate filled my senses. "Chocolate hearts.Isn't that romantic?" "Yeah, that's great. Very romantic." I forced a smile andadjusted the heavy backpack on my shoulder. "Thanks for thecandy grams you sent me in homeroom." "Thanks for the ones you sent me too. What did Brett giveyou?" "Nothing yet. I haven't seen him all day." I shrugged to givethe impression that it wasn't a big deal, even though it was ahuge deal to me. In fact, I got the overwhelming suspicion hewas avoiding me when he didn't show up in the cafeteria atlunch. Not a good sign for our first Valentine's Day together. "Nothing at all?" Kristin's eyebrows pinched together aboveher nose. "He didn't even send you a chocolate candy gram inhomeroom?" "Nope. I only received candy grams from you, Tiffany, andEmily." "And you haven't seen him at all today?"I shook my head. Wasn't Kristin listening? She was showeredwith gifts while I got nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Despite my humiliation, Kristin's eyes rounded withexcitement. "I bet he's going to do something huge! Maybe he'splanning a romantic dinner at a very exclusive restaurant." I raised an eyebrow. "I doubt it, Kristin. The most romanticdinner I've had with Brett was spaghetti and meatballs with myparents and my little brother at my house." "I know he's g