Postcards from Venice
β Scribed by Dee Romito
- Book ID
- 110913544
- Publisher
- Aladdin
- Year
- 2018
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 2 MB
- Series
- Mix
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781534403390
- ASIN
- B075RQY1YH
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Twelve-year-old Skyler is in for a summer of adventure in Venice, Italy, as she pursues a dream opportunity in this hilarious MIX novel that's a companion to The BFF Bucket List.
Skyler is about to go on the biggest adventure of her life. Her mother has been relocated to Venice, Italy, and there is the possibility it could be a permanent move. While there, Skyler will be blogging and writing about the city as part of an informal internship that could lead to bigger things for her if all goes well.
One of her fellow interns, Logan is cool, cute, and Australian. But the other intern, Zara, isn't quite as nice, and seems determined to sabotage all of Skyler's suggestions. And with a big assignment coming up, Skyler is stumped as to what to write about.
Skyler wishes she has someone to talk to, but the first person who comes to mind isn't even on the same continent: her BFF, Ella. Skyler knows that Ella would probably have to solution to a lot of her problems, especially the writer's block, but they didn't leave on the best of terms after a bucket list went a little awry. Thanks to technology, Skyler and Ella slowly begin to talk like old times.
But when one of Skyler's blog posts gets replaced with one she never intended anyone to see, she isn't sure if she can ever belong anywhere. With the help of some Italian magic and her oldest friend, can Skyler learn to love her new city?
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