THE FIRST KISS HYPOTHESIS is a fun contemporary young adult
romance novel that is written by Christina Mandelski. A fast-
paced novel that is remarkably upbeat and full of positivity
making this a fun read that is sure to warm your heart.
The story centers around Nora who is trying to find the right
boy for her by kissing them in hopes of finding the spark that
her grandparents shared during their first kiss. Nora has
kissed many guys because of this which has made her the social
outcast at school. All of the negativity does not deter her
from her determination to get as answer to the hypothesis
because after all she is a scientist at heart. Mandelski does
an outstanding job in creating a female character that is big
into science. Most girls only look at science as a field that
men pursue.
THE FIRST KISS HYPOTHESIS is much more than just a young adult
romance novel and has underlying issues that are important to
many teens today. One that plays a big role within the pages of
this novel is a good representation of anxiety some teens face
while driving. While this is not a huge issue, driving for some
can induce anxiety. Mandelski writes in such a detailed and
descriptive way has she shares what Nora experiences while
driving which is a very real fear.
Nora is not the only character in THE FIRST KISS HYPOTHESIS and
Eli is a hilarious guy that is sometimes the real star of the
show. He knows that sometimes he can be an overly horrible
person and sooner or later he owns up to it. Eli is a great guy
deep down and it shows in the way the cares and treats his
brother, Ari.
THE FIRST KISS HYPOTHESIS is a fun fast-paced read that with
real life issues that teenagers face today. This story is
original, unique, and well written. There was a genuine
acceptance for girls to follow their education goals and
dreams. A book that is well worth reading and is sure to stay
with you.
Nora Reid believes scientific laws control everything, even love. With her grandparents’epic first kiss story cemented in her brain, Nora develops a hypothesis she’s determined to prove:for each person in the world, there is exactly one other person, and at first kiss, they’ll experience an immediate and intense reaction.
But after four years of zero-reaction kisses, she comes up with a new theory: maybe that pesky crush on her stunningly hot best friend Eli Costas is skewing her results.
She needs to get rid of him, and fast.
Eli Costas is an injury-prone lacrosse star with a problem—the one chance he had at winning over the girl next door resulted in the most epically sucktastic first kiss ever. And now she’s...trying to get rid of him? Hell no. It’s time to disprove her theory and show her exactly what she’s missing.
Game. On.
Disclaimer: This book contains a stunningly hot lacrosse player who isn’t above playing dirty to win over the stubborn girl-next-door of his dreams.
Excerpt
If more people paid attention to that first kiss, the world might be a better place. I’ve seen what it does, ending up with the wrong person. My parents, for example. Good at first, then boring, then mean, then ugly, and eventually just sad. Speaking of the wrong person, I look up and lock eyes with Eli Costas, strolling toward me with a slight limp. Immediately, my brain short circuits and I forget what I’m doing. Eli. Neighbor, best friend, part-time chauffeur. That hair, dark and wavy, sticking out in ways that invite you to run your fingers through it. The olive skin like a real life Greek god, and eyes that look just like the blue oval in the watercolor sets Mom used to buy me when I was little. He’s tall, and a lacrosse maniac with an upper body to prove it. Your basic unrealistically attractive high school student usually only found in books or movies. The difference is, he’s real, and everyone wants him. Including me. It’s a battle I fight daily. He flashes me a grin. One side of his mouth quirks up higher than the other, and a dimple cuts deep into his cheek. Holy cow. As he moves into my airspace, I force myself to focus on counting the tortoise money. Five. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. Twenty-five. Forty. It always takes me a minute or two to get my bearings when it comes to Eli. To remind myself that nothing can happen between us. It’s a sad story. Of all the kissing I’ve done in the name of science, he was the first. Spring Break, eighth grade, Madison Dunn’s birthday party. My hypothesis was newly formed, and I had a huge crush on him. I was sure that he was the only human I’d ever need to kiss—that he was the lightning, the thunder, the sugar to my sulfuric acid. The night of the party, I decided to prove it. I followed him into the garage, where he’d gone to get a Coke from the extra fridge. With total confidence, I kissed him, hard, on those full lips, right there in the glow of the refrigerator light. It was horrible. He’d just taken a giant swig of soda, which was probably why his lips were so cold. And then they were just…wet. Zero reaction. When it was over, he moved in to try again, but I backed away. It was too late. I shared my hypothesis with him, naively thinking he’d understand. He didn’t. He called me crazy, got mad, and wouldn’t talk to me. It was terrible. There was nothing I could do, though. I had to trust the result. I believed in my hypothesis. The universe had spoken loud and clear, and Eli became the first failed kiss of my experiment.
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