At First Sight: Addison lives the life expected of a small-town Preacher's Kid: she has good grades, is liked by all her teachers and is generally friendly with people - even if her relationship with best friend Claire is currently on a rocky patch. And if she has had to learn to be a little more self-reliant at home because her mom died when she was young and her dad works a lot, she's generally doing fine.
The only thing that shakes her is her attraction to Wes, the newly transplanted bad boy whom one moment seems to like her and the next is making out with some girl in front of Addison's house. But, as it turns out, there are lots of layers to Wes - and to Addison as well.
Some of those layers begin to be peeled back when Addison is unwittingly put in charge of the fun-raiser attached to this year's high school talent show, putting her in a conflicting path with Claire, and in the path of friendship with exchange student Marta who encourages Addison to be more of herself and not just the local PK.
Second Glance: Over all, Addison Blakely: Confessions of a PK was a good read. There were parts of it that I really liked, like Addison trying to find out who she is asides from her father's daughter, and her friendship with Marta. I also liked the sub-plot about Addison's dad and someone else (I don't want to say whom, in case it's too spoilery for some).
And I also liked Addison and Wes when they were alone, they have some good chemistry between them, even though it did take me a while to see Wes' appeal.
The portrayal of how Addison's friendship with Claire starts to implode was well done. And I actually liked Marta a lot though she had a tendency to sound very formal and older than her supposed 16 years.
Bottom Line: For me, Addison Blakely had it's hits and it's misses though for the most part it was an enjoyable book with nice characters and an interesting situation. Though it is Christian Fiction, I didn't feel like it was being shoved down my throat. Plus it had some moments of true fun.
Favorite Quote:“Just call me glutton for punishment,” I muttered to my mocha. “And don’t worry, it’s not your fault you can’t cheer me up today. Some issues even chocolate can’t touch.”
“Addison, if you don’t quit talking to your coffee, I’m not giving you double shots anymore,” Bert called from the counter, where he wiped down the display case with a rag.
“Can’t a girl have a bad day?” I held up my mug. “Besides, where are my sprinkles?”
“I told you I ran out yesterday.”
“And I told you that wasn’t acceptable.”