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NOTHING HAPPENED by Molly Booth!
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NOTHING HAPPENEDAuthor: Molly Booth
Publication Date: May 15, 2018
This modern-day retelling of Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing takes place at the idyllic Camp Dogberry, where sisters Bee and Hana Leonato have grown up. Their parents own the place, and every summer they look forward to leading little campers in crafts, swimming in the lake, playing games of capture the flag and sproutball, and of course, the legendary counselor parties.
This year, the camp drama isn’t just on the improv stage. Bee and longtime counselor Ben have a will-they-or-won’t-they romance that’s complicated by events that happened—or didn’t happen—last summer. Meanwhile, Hana is falling hard for the kind but insecure Claudia, putting them both in the crosshairs of resident troublemaker John, who spreads a vicious rumor that could tear them apart.
As the counselors juggle their camp responsibilities with simmering drama that comes to a head at the Fourth of July sparkler party, they’ll have to swallow their pride and find the courage to untangle the truth, whether it leads to heartbreak or happily ever after.
“We’re not in a fight,” I retorted. “And I have to help with some food stuff. I’ll see you in an hour?”
“Sure, darlin’.” She shook her head, kissed my cheek, and grabbed Hana.
I ducked into the kitchen, found my way to the paper goods closet, and huddled on the floor. Shane, the cook, didn’t see me. Or pretended not to see me. Thanks, Shane. Ben hadn’t even looked back. He’d just left Dam and disappeared forever. Well, probably disappeared into his cabin. And I’d have to see him in an hour anyway. I stood up, grabbed a stack of napkins, and started doling them into our little green table baskets.
Truthfully, I didn’t know if I could handle this. His maddening, twinkly eyes and dusky-brown hair that flopped every which way. Something inside me still expected him to treat me like . . . like there was something between us. When there wasn’t. Clearly. Margo was right—I needed to cool it, or they’d all start talking again. And plus, I didn’t want Ben to think I actually cared.
Maybe that could’ve occurred to you a little earlier, Bee?
I kept forgetting what I was supposed to be doing, how I was supposed to feel. Like I was in a play, trying to play ten characters at once, with ten different sets of motivations. Where was Raphael
when you needed an acting coach?
I made several trips back and forth from the kitchen, setting out the baskets on our blue-and-yellow picnic-style tables, imagining my character as an efficient lady with more important things to do
than miss a boy.
The thing was, I did miss him—I missed my friend. Ben and I used to tell each other everything each summer. And sometimes we’d text each other funny links during the year. Not like Hana and Claudia, who couldn’t go a day without texting each other. But Ben and I had a similar silly sense of humor. There were certain things I’d find online that I knew he would get and no one else would, so I’d send them, and the stuff he sent me always made me laugh. His texts were bright spots during the long weeks of studying and rehearsals.
It made me feel . . . special, like he was always thinking of me, even when we weren’t at camp. This past year had been weird—looking at schools without talking to him. Picking a school without talking to him. Picking a school in Boston without talking to him.
He still didn’t know.
As if he’d care. I was kidding myself if I thought he’d ever felt special because of me. To him, all we had ever been was that barelya-friendship friendship. And what had happened last summer had killed even that pretty effectively.
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