Girls for Breakfast

Nick Park loves girls. Drumstick legs, cherry-colored lips, dumpling cheeks . . . everything about them he wants to eat up. But hes dateless and has been since he discovered girls in the third grade, and hes convinced himself that this is solely based on the fact that hes the only Korean American teenager in Renfieldthe fifth richest (and WASPiest) town in Connecticut. In Nicks mind, he sticks out like a banana in a wheat field. And now its time for him to figure it out once and for all. Is it all in his head or are his suspicions that his heritage is keeping him from a triumphant boob fest true? An excerpt from Girls for Breakfast: What confused me about involuntarily visualizing Miss Hamilton with no clothes on was that she wasnt even pretty. Her nose was pointy and her frizzy hair always looked sweaty, but I couldnt stop picturing her naked. I also couldnt stop picturing Martha the bus driver naked every time I stepped on the bus. I was a perverted Superman. As the bell rang I silently vowed to stop staring at the Playboys at night in order to get the rest crucial to curing me. I glared at Miss Hamiltons breasts and shook a fist at her bare butt as she faced the chalkboard. I knew in my heart Id beat this disease. From the Hardcover edition.