Pilgrims Don't Wear Pink by Stephanie Kate Strohm

Libby finds Garrett impossibly dorky, with his Hobbit-hairy toes, his open disdain for the hunky Cam, and his vintage Star Trek wardrobe, but it's worth it, especially since her cell phone gets really good service out in the harbor. Libbie sees an opening to escape her totally annoying roommate Ashling and find space for her shoe collection and volunteers to be the requisite intern who monitors Garrett's stay aboard the boat. They're potentially the perfect colonial couple, Libby thinks.Įnter Garrett, the nerdy sci-fi nut, whose idea of style is a three-decade old Starship Enterprise tee, the cub reporter for the Camden Crier, assigned to stake out the good ship Lettie Mae in hopes of photographing the ghost reportedly seen there. Cam quotes sonnets, brings daily bouquets, and invites her to go sailing and dancing at the first holiday clambake. And one of the demo squaddies, the totally hot Cam, soon comes calling, sending her little girl campers into a romantic tizzy. And when these sailors are in port, as Libby notes, it's like an explosion of Harlequin historical romance cover models. And then-there are the squaddies-buff, tanned teen boys who man the facsimile ships in the harbor. Libby loves her job with the Girls of Long Ago Camp and soon proves that she can turn out a mean gingerbread baked in the ashes with the best of them. But no makeup.'īut Camden Town has its compensations. 'As a redhead, I am familiar with the phenomenon,' Maddie said dryly.

'Um, I don't mean to be a pain in the butt about this, but I'm blond-' And then there's the colonial makeup code: The Living Museum itself is having financial woes, with such declining attendance that this may be their last season. She is stuffed into cramped quarters with the mousy Suze and the arrogant Ashling, who insists on staying in character as the prudish Susannah Fennyweather 24/7 and sneers at the magnitude of Libby's off-duty wardrobe. A Colonial Cinderella!īut the details are not so Disney. To Dev 'living history is an oxymoron.' But to Libby it's her best chance to live an a romantic era, immersing herself in 1790, and to wear some really cool kirtles and curve-defining stays. Libby's friend Dev can't understand why she's not interning at Teen Mode with him in Manhattan, but Libby loves history and eighteenth-century romantic writers like Jane Austen. 'Sorry, Libs,' said Dev, 'but you know my brain shuts down when you go all History Channel on me.' 'I'm an eighteenth-century New England colonist on the coastline of the territory now known as the state of Maine. 'Like I've told you about a million times, I'm not a pilgrim.' I sat on the suitcase. It's a living history museum studies internship.' I nestled my cell phone between my ear and my shoulder, trying to zip my suitcase closed with one hand. 'Please remind me again why you're going to pilgrim camp.'

Pilgrims Don't Wear Pink by Stephanie Kate Strohm