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Thirteen-year-old Holly is dealing with the major concerns of every preteen and teenage girl: boys, family, and school. But with the help of her friends and her faith in God, Holly is able to survive her first boyfriend and her first breakup, a crush on her student teacher, and a new baby sister "invading" her house. Volume Three features Freshman Frenzy, Mystery Letters, Eight is Enough, and It's a Girl Thing.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 octobre 2008
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781585586950
Langue	English

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Holly s Heart: Collection Three Copyright 2003, 2008 Beverly M. Lewis
Updated and revised for 2008 edition.
Previously published in four separate volumes: Freshman Frenzy 2003, 2008 Beverly Lewis Mystery Letters 2003, 2008 Beverly Lewis Eight Is Enough 2003, 2008 Beverly Lewis It s a Girl Thing 2003, 2008 Beverly Lewis
Photographer: Mike Habermann Photography, Inc. Cover design by Eric Walljasper
Unless otherwise identified, Scripture quotations are from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION. Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House. All rights reserved. The NIV and New International Version trademarks are registered in the United States Patent and Trademark Office by International Bible Society. Use of either trademark requires the permission of International Bible Society. www.zondervan.com
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopy ing, recording, or otherwise-without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Published by Bethany House Publishers 11400 Hampshire Avenue South Bloomington, Minnesota 55438 www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.
E-book edition created 2011
ISBN 978-1-58558-695-0
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
About the Author
BEVERLY LEWIS, born in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, fondly recalls her growing-up years. A keen interest in her mother s Plain family heritage has inspired Beverly to set many of her popular stories in Amish country, beginning with her inaugural novel, The Shunning .
A former schoolteacher and accomplished pianist, Beverly has written over eighty books for adults and children. Five of her blockbuster novels have received the Gold Book Award for sales over 500,000 copies, and The Brethren won a 2007 Christy Award.
Beverly and her husband, David, make their home in Colorado, where they enjoy hiking, biking, reading, writing, making music, and spending time with their three grandchildren.
Books by Beverly Lewis
G IRLS O NLY (GO!) Youth Fiction
Girls Only! Volume One Girls Only! Volume Two
S UMMER H ILL S ECRETS Youth Fiction
SummerHill Secrets Volume One SummerHill Secrets Volume Two
H OLLY S H EART Youth Fiction
Holly s Heart Collection One Holly s Heart Collection Two Holly s Heart Collection Three
www.BeverlyLewis.com
4 books in each volume
5 books in each volume
Table of Contents
Freshman Frenzy
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Mystery Letters
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Eight Is Enough
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
It s a Girl Thing
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Acknowledgments

For my cool niece Amy Birch.
And . . . for a very special fan in Roseville, Minnesota- Beth Alexander.
FRESHMAN FRENZY
Chapter 1
My freshman year was doomed, thanks to the Dressel Hills, Colorado, school board.
How can they do this? I wailed, watching Mom prepare a casserole for supper.
Well, try looking on the bright side. She offered a comforting smile. You get to go to high school a whole year early.
That s exactly the problem! I argued.
She continued. And don t forget, now you can see your tenth-grade friends every day.
That s cool, I thought. Friends like Danny Myers . . . and Stan Patterson, my brousin-cousin-turned-stepbrother.
I could almost see it now, Stan sneering down his sophomore nose at me. Probably all year long, too! I couldn t wait not to go.
Of course, my twin girl friends, Paula and Kayla Miller, would be there. An encouraging thought. But in spite of the togetherness aspect, it didn t change the fact that I was being cheated out of my last, fabulous year of junior high. Top of the heap was an honor. Something to look forward to. Something to remember . . . forever.
Lofty freshmen had always ruled the corridors of Dressel Hills Junior High. Paula and Kayla were constantly talking about how cool it was last year. Now, just when it was my turn to be in the highest class on campus, I was being shoved out-off to high school, returning to the bottom of the barrel.
I stared at Mom s creamy chicken-and-rice casserole.
It smelled perfectly delicious, even with the broccoli bits not-so-subtly mixed in. But my appetite had vanished. How could the voting public possibly think this was a good move? So what if the junior high was too crowded? I mean, come on-it was a rip-off for us freshmen. Didn t we deserve our rightful privilege?
I must ve sighed or something. Anyway, Mom glanced at me. You re taking this too hard, Holly-Heart.
I don t know how else to take it, Mom! I just can t deal with it. It s just so . . . so . . .
The sparkle faded from her cheerful eyes. What?
It s so unfair! I blurted.
Life s not always fair. You and I both know that. She turned around to set the oven timer.
I shrugged and headed upstairs to my room. Mom was too glib. Sure, she d been through her teen years and lived to tell about it-eons ago. How could she possibly remember how it felt to be my age?
I hurried upstairs to my desk. I owed someone a letter. A very special someone-sixteen-year-old Sean Hamilton. The boy I d met last Christmas while visiting my dad in California. Sean was the sweetest guy I d ever met. Best of all, he was a Christian.
I d surprised myself and faithfully answered each of his letters since returning home five weeks ago. In fact, my correspondence with Sean was very interesting. His letters were friendly, and he was open about his life goals and other things.
I reached for a box of pastel pink stationery and picked up my pen.
Thursday, August 29 (Four days of freedom before school starts!) Dear Sean,
Hey. How s everything out there? Did you get your car fixed? If not, are you still jogging to your summer job at the radio station?
I guess there s not really much to write about. I mean, there is-it s just that I m not sure if you d be that interested. Okay, I can hear you saying, Go ahead and tell me.
Well, to begin with, the schools here are overcrowded, and sixth graders are being moved up to the junior high, now the middle school. That pushes the freshmen like me up to high school. And, you guessed it, I ll have to deal with initiation and stuff. Worse than that, I m going to miss being top dog in junior high. Being on the low end of the totem pole doesn t sound like much fun. But, oh well, I guess I ll survive. I have no choice, right?
School starts next Tuesday.
I was wondering, did you have to go through high-school initiation as a freshman? If you did, what kinds of things did they do to you? I m dying to know, so I can prepare myself. Ha!
Actually, it s not very funny. When I think about it, sometimes I feel like crying. That might sound dumb to you, but it s true.
Anyway, life stinks here.
Hope your school year s better than mine!
Your friend, Holly
I reread the letter and decided it sounded almost too personal, especially the crying part. I thought about rewriting the whole thing. Then I got the idea to dig out Sean s letters to see how he d expressed some of his concerns about life.
After looking through them, I decided to let my words stand as written and sealed the envelope. Personal or not, Sean would be reading it in about three days. Mom hadn t understood my feelings about school. I hoped Sean Hamilton would.
FRESHMAN FRENZY
Chapter 2
After supper I walked to the mailbox to mail my letter. Since it was still light out-and I wanted to avoid another conversation at home-I continued walking down the brick sidewalk.
The sky was full of small, shredded clouds floating across deep-blue space. Summer was winding down in more ways than one. Everywhere I looked, families on Downhill Court- my street-were outdoors grilling hamburgers. The final relaxed moments of summer would soon dissolve into a hectic hustle of kids bustling back to school.
Three blocks down, I came to Aspen Street-the only stretch of road leading into and out of town. Compared to the bumper-to-bumper traffic during ski season, the street seemed lonely now.
A musty, nostalgic feeling swept the air-a hint of fall, I guess-accompanied by an unexpected breeze. I shivered a bit. The minute the sun set in Dressel Hills, things began to cool off. Even in late August.
Colorado mountain towns are like that. After all, we aren t far from the continental divide. Top of the world.
Just not top of the heap.
I sighed, thinking about my old junior high. And the lost ninth-grade, top-dog status. Gone forever! The more I thought about it, the more frustrating it seemed.
Then, just as I was about to explode, I noticed my best friend, Andrea Martinez, coming out of the doughnut shop. She wore her church camp T-shirt and faded blue jean shorts. Her hair framed her face in dark curls. Hey, Andie! I called.
Hey! She waved b