"When Avery Shaw’s heart is shattered by her life-long best friend, she chooses to deal with it the only way she knows how—scientifically. The state science fair is coming up and Avery decides to use her broken heart as the topic of her experiment. She’s going to find the cure. By forcing herself to experience the seven stages of grief through a series of social tests, she believes she will be able to get over Aiden Kennedy and make herself ready to love again. But she can’t do this experiment alone, and her partner (ex partner!) is the one who broke her heart. Avery finds the solution to her troubles in the form of Aiden’s older brother Grayson. The gorgeous womanizer is about to be kicked off the school basketball team for failing physics. He’s in need of a good tutor and some serious extra credit. But when Avery recruits the lovable Grayson to be her “objective outside observer,” she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for, because Grayson has a theory of his own: Avery doesn’t need to grieve. She needs to live. And if there’s one thing Grayson Kennedy is good at, it’s living life to the fullest."Buy your copy here:
Kelly Oram wrote her first novel at age fifteen--a fan fiction about her favorite music group, The Backstreet Boys, for which her family and friends still tease her. She's obsessed with reading, talks way too much, and likes to eat frosting by the spoonful. She lives outside of Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, four children, and a cat named Mr. Darcy.
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Question and Answer with the Author
What was the hardest part of writing your book, and how did you overcome it?
I think the hardest part was writing from the male perspective for the first time. Half of The Avery Shaw Experiment is told from Grayson's POV. I had so much fun with this--loved every second of it. But I was always worried that he sounded like a total girl. I did my best to channel my inner seventeen-year-old guy, and then asked a lot of friends and family for advice and responses to this or that... Hopefully he sounds like a dude.
What is your favorite late night snack? Popcorn! I'm addicted to the stuff.
Grayson stared at me, dumbfounded. “I make you forget my brother ever existed by taking you out on lots of really fun dates, and I get extra credit for that?”
“You’d have to keep a journal of it all. We’d have to catalog our experiments, compile our findings into an organized study, but yes. Basically.”
Grayson still looked skeptical. “And that’s considered science? ”
I nodded. “Social Science. It’s the study of people and relationships.”
Grayson’s jaw fell open. He blinked a few times and then let out an incredulous laugh. “You’ve got to be shitting me!”
“Mr. Kennedy, you’re already in detention!” Mr. Walden released an exasperated sigh.
“Sorry. It’s just, that actually sounds fun.” Grayson looked at me, still in a bit of shock. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Aves. Consider me your science partner.”
Mr. Walden clapped with satisfaction. “Great! It’s settled then. Welcome to science club, Grayson.”
Mr. Walden chuckled. “That’s my part of the deal. You want the extra credit, you take your brother’s place in the science club. You come to the meetings, work on your project with Avery, and you attend the actual science fair with the team in March.”
“You’re not serious, Mr. Walden. Join the freaking science club? That’s social suicide, not social science!”
“I am deadly serious. This is very important to Avery and the others. I will not let you take advantage of Avery’s work ethics. You will pull your weight and be a part of the team, or you can sign up for after school tutoring and hope you get your grade up before the end of the season.”
“Grayson, just say yes,” I begged. “We’ve already taken our photo for the yearbook. I’ll swear the gang to secrecy. No one will ever have to know.”
Grayson gaped at my friends, who’d been hanging on every word of our conversation and were all staring back at him in just as much shock.
“Please?” I whispered, taking his hand. “Do this for me?”
Grayson took one look at my desperate, pleading face and gave in.
I threw my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek as I squealed my thanks.
“And you said I’m cruel.” He shook his head as I stepped back. “All I ever do is tease you. You just turned me into a dork.”