Tricks Not Wrong for Me No, not at all. Andrew is pretty much perfect. Not gorgeous, not in a male model kind of way, but he is really cute, with crazy hair that sometimes hides his eyes, dark chocolate eyes that hold laughter, even when he's deadly serious. He's not a hunk, but toned, and tall enough to effortlessly tuck me under his arms, arms that are gentle but strong from honest ranch work, arms that make me feel safe when they gather me in. It's the only time I really feel wanted, and the absolute best part of any day is when I manage to steal cherished time with Andrew. No, he's not even a little wrong for me except maybe--maybe!--in the eyes of God. But much, much worse than that, he's completely wrong for my parents. Excerpted from Tricks by Ellen Hopkins All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
