Not The Girls You’re Looking For | Blog Tour + Excerpts

BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE: Not the Girls You’re Looking For

AUTHOR: Aminah Mae Safi

PUBLISH DATE: June 19th 2018

PUBLISHER: Feiwel & Friend

Lulu Saad doesn’t need your advice, thank you very much. She’s got her three best friends and nothing can stop her from conquering the known world. Sure, for half a minute she thought she’d nearly drowned a cute guy at a party, but he was totally faking it. And fine, yes, she caused a scene during Ramadan. It’s all under control. Ish.

Except maybe this time she’s done a little more damage than she realizes. And if Lulu can’t find her way out of this mess soon, she’ll have to do more than repair friendships, family alliances, and wet clothing. She’ll have to go looking for herself.

Debut author Aminah Mae Safi’s honest and smart novel is about how easy it can be to hurt those around you even if —especially if—you love them.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35795940-not-the-girls-you-re-looking-for

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1250151813

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/not-the-girls-youre-looking-for-aminah-mae-safi/1126791458?ean=9781250151810#/

IndieBound: https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781250151810

Audio (Amazon): https://www.amazon.com/Girls-Youre-Looking-Aminah-Safi/dp/1250314577/ref=tmm_abk_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Aminah Mae Safi is a Muslim-American writer who explores art, fiction, feminism, and film. She loves Sofia Coppola movies, Bollywood endings, and the Fast and Furious franchise. She’s the winner of the We Need Diverse Books short story contest. Originally raised in Texas, she now lives in Los Angeles, California, with her partner, a cat bent on world domination, and another cat who’s just here for the snacks.

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EXCERPTS

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Excerpt #1 (We Live and Breathe Books)

“Lulu,” he said. “That’s got to be short for something.”

Lulu sighed. “Leila. It’s short for Leila.”

And, right on cue, the boy began to wail, “Leiiiilaaaaa,” like he was Eric Fucking Clapton. He looked over, a grin spreading across his face until it crinkled into the corners of his eyes. He caught Lulu’s eye. The singing immediately stopped. “Bad call?”

“Absolutely horrendous.”

“Horrendous? Why horrendous?” But there was no demand in his tone. “Please.”

Lulu turned over onto her side to face him fully. He just looked at her, his face wide and open. Her pretty smile fell. Raw honesty wasn’t something Lulu got much of in her neck of the woods. She stared, waiting for the sarcastic bite, the playful joke to his words. The light from the pool glimmered across his face. And his round, unflinching eyes just kept on staring. As if the rabbit could transfix the snake.

“I’ve never wanted any man on his knees, not really. Or worrying some kind of ease, or whatever the lyric is. I dunno. I don’t wanna be Leila, or Carmen, or Belle de Jour. I just want to be me. Without some dude strumming a guitar or writing an opera or filming a movie trying to tell me how to do that. The singing reminds me that no matter what I go by somebody is gonna step in and remind me what some obsessed asshole thinks of my name. Reminds me that Clapton’s Leila is cruel and Bizet’s Carmen dies. So Lulu. That’s me. It’s mine. And it’s just as real as any other fiction. No serenade required.” Lulu took a deep breath. She’d managed to run out of air by the end of her confession. She didn’t expect him to understand, because the only person who really got it was Lo.

“Okay, Lulu,” he said. “I’m James.”

Excerpt #2 (The Cursed Books)

Lulu rubbed her shoulder. She had been dragged—literally– into the bathroom by Lo. A sophomore girl at one of the sinks was attempting to wash off the “UNDERAGE” that had been inked across her hand. After a brief tussle with the venue-provided soap, the girl finally gave up hope and shuffled out of the bathroom, defeated. Lo watched her sad exit with narrowed eyes.

Lo muttered her disdain under her breath. A stall opened up and Lo pulled Lulu in with her. She whipped out a travel sized bottle of makeup remover and grabbed for Lulu’s hand. But Lulu yanked away.

“Dude, no.” Lulu’s voice was stern, probably louder than it needed to be. “My mom knows where I am and what I’m doing. She’ll be expecting a hand mark.”

“That’s no fun.” Lo ostentatiously pushed her hands through her hair, which still looked perfectly tousled despite the humidity. As always.

Lulu’s own hair looked like it had gotten into a tussle with a badly behaved house cat. She didn’t know how Lo did it. Nobody did.

Lo took the bottle of eye-makeup remover and tilted it towards a wad of toilet paper, which she in turn put to work against her own hand. The ink across her hand dissolved quickly. There wasn’t a single red mark leftover to show visible evidence of scrubbing. Lo was a pro.

“I can’t believe she tried scrubbing. With the soap!” Lo’s voice was a harsh whisper. “And like right at the sinks, in front of everyone. You can see that sink from outside. What an amateur!”

Lulu shrugged. “You could adopt her. Teach her your ways.”

“I don’t babysit.” Lo wiped the residue of the makeup remover with an individually packaged face wipe. Lo was also thorough.

“It wouldn’t be babysitting. You’d like be her Yoda. Everyone wants to be somebody’s Yoda,” said Lulu.

Excerpt #3 (Plottinger Twist)

Lulu grabbed his shirt where the lapels of his coat ought to have been. She could feel his chest underneath her knuckles. She watched the confusion cross his face, which nearly brought on a smile that would have spoiled the entire affectation. For added drama, she put a swooning hand across her forehead. “How did you know? I can’t live without you. Take me now.”

She bowed backwards over, across his still-outstretched arm, in a posed faint. For a moment, Dane Anderson stayed impossibly still.

Lulu popped upright, laughing. “Get over yourself, Anderson.”

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you? I’ll bet you think you’re special, huh?” There was an edge to Anderson’s voice. A tension Lulu couldn’t quite read. His eyes narrowed, the unnatural lighting catching his too long lashes in their blue tint. His looks and his power would ruin him, if they hadn’t already.

He was a boy made to be conquered, maybe even saved. But not by Lulu. She was neither a knight nor a Nightingale. She was a girl made to be selfish. She would have her own adventures. “Don’t worry, I don’t think I’m special. But I’m not stupid, either. I know what you try.”

“Honey,” he said, “If I’d ever tried with you–”

Lulu placed the tips of her fingers across his pouting lips, staying their movement. So soft, and yet so pliant to such meanness. She removed her hand quickly. “Do yourself a favor. Don’t finish that.”

Lulu made a move to swing out from under his arm, but he leaned in close to whisper into her ear, blocking her face from view. “Oh, Lulu. Innocent little Lulu. I don’t need to finish it. I can tell. You’ve got the imagination to fill it in perfectly.” He touched her temples.

Lulu stood so still she thought her pulse paused along with her. “You’re a douche, Dane.” She pushed out from under him, but she needn’t have. He released her immediately, making Lulu wonder if he’d been holding on all that tightly to begin with.

Excerpt #4 (Perpetual Fangirl)

James stood and started feeling through his pockets. “We went out for barbeque earlier.”

Lulu didn’t understand the gibberish he was rambling. She wanted him to go away, and leave her alone, like she’d never been found to begin with. He didn’t even go here. How had he possibly gotten a ticket to the party, Lulu wondered. She fought back more tears, these of pride.

He wasn’t looking at her, though. Finally, he seemed to have found the object of his search. “And they always give us these.” He closed the space between them in two perfunctory steps, handing her a small square packet.

Lulu saw what he offered– a moist towelette. She stared.

“I thought. You wanted to clean up. I think. I don’t care. I thought you might want it.” He must have noticed her wiping up her face.

Lulu didn’t know what to say, so she took it. He sat beside her without further comment. She mopped under her eyes, clearing what must be a mass of mascara and eyeliner pooling there. She slapped her cheeks lightly. She took a deep inhale and turned her face to him– her sparkling, charming smile plastered across her face again.

“How’s it look?”

“Better. I think. I mean, your nose is red. But the rest of your makeup looks good.”

Lulu ought to have been affronted by the honesty, but she wasn’t. She appreciated it. “It couldn’t. Not after.”

James tilted his head, then, motioning towards her. “May I?”

“What are you going to do?” Lulu leaned back, mistrusting both him and herself in such a moment.

He curled his fingers back, unsure. “You. You have a… thingy. Just there.” He touched a lock of her wig resting by the outer corner of her eye. He pulled back again. “I’m sure you can get it.”

There was a vulnerability in him in that moment that Lulu couldn’t resist. She tilted her face towards him. “This help?”

“Sure,” he said, his voice maddeningly steady.

James clamped his lips as he made a hesitant move towards her. Lulu closed her eyes. She felt a light tickle at her temples. Curiosity got the better of Lulu. Her eyes flashed open and they made direct contact with his. Lulu shut her eyes again quickly.

He stayed his movements. “Hold still, please.”

“I’m not sure what this is. I think. I think it’s fuzz.” His fingers grazing the edge of her wig. They pulled delicately through her false hair. “Got it.”

Lulu’s eyes fluttered open. She cleared her throat. “Is it better?”

He placed one set of her false eyelashes into her hand. “Wasn’t all that bad to begin with.”

Lulu couldn’t look him in the eye anymore. The moment was too strange, too intimate.

NOT THE GIRLS YOU’RE LOOKING FOR TOUR SCHEDULE

TOUR SCHEDULE

JUNE 11TH (MON)

Aimee, Always (Review + Creative)

We Live and Breathe Books (Review + Excerpt)

JUNE 12TH (TUE)

Green Tea & Paperbacks (Review)

The Cursed Books (Aesthetic / Playlist + Excerpt)

JUNE 13TH (WED)

Plottinger Twist (Q&A + Excerpt)

Word Wonders (Review + Q&A)

JUNE 14TH (THUR)

Perpetual Fangirl (Guest Post + Excerpt)

legenbooksdary (Review)

JUNE 15TH (FRI)

Crossroad Reviews (Review)

Merv Reads (Review + Bookmarks)

JUNE 18TH (MON)

The Book Bratz (Guest Post + Excerpt)

Books and Ladders (Review + Guest Post)

The Bumbling Blogger (Guest Post + Excerpt)

JUNE 19TH (TUE)

Kayla Reads and Reviews (Review + Playlist)

Quite the Novel Idea (Review)

JUNE 20TH (WED)

Wanderer in Neverland (Review)

Bellibone (Guest Post)

JUNE 21ST (THUR)

The Queens of Geekdom (Review + Excerpt)

That Bookshelf Bitch (Review)

JUNE 22ND (FRI)

A Whisper of Ink (Review)

BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE: Not the Girls You’re Looking For

AUTHOR: Aminah Mae Safi

PUBLISH DATE: June 19th 2018

PUBLISHER: Feiwel & Friends

SYNOPSIS:

Lulu Saad doesn’t need your advice, thank you very much. She’s got her three best friends and nothing can stop her from conquering the known world. Sure, for half a minute she thought she’d nearly drowned a cute guy at a party, but he was totally faking it. And fine, yes, she caused a scene during Ramadan. It’s all under control. Ish.

Except maybe this time she’s done a little more damage than she realizes. And if Lulu can’t find her way out of this mess soon, she’ll have to do more than repair friendships, family alliances, and wet clothing. She’ll have to go looking for herself.

Debut author Aminah Mae Safi’s honest and smart novel is about how easy it can be to hurt those around you even if —especially if—you love them.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35795940-not-the-girls-you-re-looking-for

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1250151813

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/not-the-girls-youre-looking-for-aminah-mae-safi/1126791458?ean=9781250151810#/

IndieBound: https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781250151810

Audio (Amazon): https://www.amazon.com/Girls-Youre-Looking-Aminah-Safi/dp/1250314577/ref=tmm_abk_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Aminah Mae Safi is a Muslim-American writer who explores art, fiction, feminism, and film. She loves Sofia Coppola movies, Bollywood endings, and the Fast and Furious franchise. She’s the winner of the We Need Diverse Books short story contest. Originally raised in Texas, she now lives in Los Angeles, California, with her partner, a cat bent on world domination, and another cat who’s just here for the snacks.

Author website: http://www.aminahmae.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16090821.Aminah_Mae_Safi

Twitter: https://twitter.com/aminahmae

Instagram: http://instagram.com/aminahmae

Tumblr: http://aminahmae.tumblr.com/

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EXCERPTS

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Excerpt #1 (We Live and Breathe Books)

“Lulu,” he said. “That’s got to be short for something.”

Lulu sighed. “Leila. It’s short for Leila.”

And, right on cue, the boy began to wail, “Leiiiilaaaaa,” like he was Eric Fucking Clapton. He looked over, a grin spreading across his face until it crinkled into the corners of his eyes. He caught Lulu’s eye. The singing immediately stopped. “Bad call?”

“Absolutely horrendous.”

“Horrendous? Why horrendous?” But there was no demand in his tone. “Please.”

Lulu turned over onto her side to face him fully. He just looked at her, his face wide and open. Her pretty smile fell. Raw honesty wasn’t something Lulu got much of in her neck of the woods. She stared, waiting for the sarcastic bite, the playful joke to his words. The light from the pool glimmered across his face. And his round, unflinching eyes just kept on staring. As if the rabbit could transfix the snake.

“I’ve never wanted any man on his knees, not really. Or worrying some kind of ease, or whatever the lyric is. I dunno. I don’t wanna be Leila, or Carmen, or Belle de Jour. I just want to be me. Without some dude strumming a guitar or writing an opera or filming a movie trying to tell me how to do that. The singing reminds me that no matter what I go by somebody is gonna step in and remind me what some obsessed asshole thinks of my name. Reminds me that Clapton’s Leila is cruel and Bizet’s Carmen dies. So Lulu. That’s me. It’s mine. And it’s just as real as any other fiction. No serenade required.” Lulu took a deep breath. She’d managed to run out of air by the end of her confession. She didn’t expect him to understand, because the only person who really got it was Lo.

“Okay, Lulu,” he said. “I’m James.”

Excerpt #2 (The Cursed Books)

Lulu rubbed her shoulder. She had been dragged—literally– into the bathroom by Lo. A sophomore girl at one of the sinks was attempting to wash off the “UNDERAGE” that had been inked across her hand. After a brief tussle with the venue-provided soap, the girl finally gave up hope and shuffled out of the bathroom, defeated. Lo watched her sad exit with narrowed eyes.

Lo muttered her disdain under her breath. A stall opened up and Lo pulled Lulu in with her. She whipped out a travel sized bottle of makeup remover and grabbed for Lulu’s hand. But Lulu yanked away.

“Dude, no.” Lulu’s voice was stern, probably louder than it needed to be. “My mom knows where I am and what I’m doing. She’ll be expecting a hand mark.”

“That’s no fun.” Lo ostentatiously pushed her hands through her hair, which still looked perfectly tousled despite the humidity. As always.

Lulu’s own hair looked like it had gotten into a tussle with a badly behaved house cat. She didn’t know how Lo did it. Nobody did.

Lo took the bottle of eye-makeup remover and tilted it towards a wad of toilet paper, which she in turn put to work against her own hand. The ink across her hand dissolved quickly. There wasn’t a single red mark leftover to show visible evidence of scrubbing. Lo was a pro.

“I can’t believe she tried scrubbing. With the soap!” Lo’s voice was a harsh whisper. “And like right at the sinks, in front of everyone. You can see that sink from outside. What an amateur!”

Lulu shrugged. “You could adopt her. Teach her your ways.”

“I don’t babysit.” Lo wiped the residue of the makeup remover with an individually packaged face wipe. Lo was also thorough.

“It wouldn’t be babysitting. You’d like be her Yoda. Everyone wants to be somebody’s Yoda,” said Lulu.

Excerpt #3 (Plottinger Twist)

Lulu grabbed his shirt where the lapels of his coat ought to have been. She could feel his chest underneath her knuckles. She watched the confusion cross his face, which nearly brought on a smile that would have spoiled the entire affectation. For added drama, she put a swooning hand across her forehead. “How did you know? I can’t live without you. Take me now.”

She bowed backwards over, across his still-outstretched arm, in a posed faint. For a moment, Dane Anderson stayed impossibly still.

Lulu popped upright, laughing. “Get over yourself, Anderson.”

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you? I’ll bet you think you’re special, huh?” There was an edge to Anderson’s voice. A tension Lulu couldn’t quite read. His eyes narrowed, the unnatural lighting catching his too long lashes in their blue tint. His looks and his power would ruin him, if they hadn’t already.

He was a boy made to be conquered, maybe even saved. But not by Lulu. She was neither a knight nor a Nightingale. She was a girl made to be selfish. She would have her own adventures. “Don’t worry, I don’t think I’m special. But I’m not stupid, either. I know what you try.”

“Honey,” he said, “If I’d ever tried with you–”

Lulu placed the tips of her fingers across his pouting lips, staying their movement. So soft, and yet so pliant to such meanness. She removed her hand quickly. “Do yourself a favor. Don’t finish that.”

Lulu made a move to swing out from under his arm, but he leaned in close to whisper into her ear, blocking her face from view. “Oh, Lulu. Innocent little Lulu. I don’t need to finish it. I can tell. You’ve got the imagination to fill it in perfectly.” He touched her temples.

Lulu stood so still she thought her pulse paused along with her. “You’re a douche, Dane.” She pushed out from under him, but she needn’t have. He released her immediately, making Lulu wonder if he’d been holding on all that tightly to begin with.

Excerpt #4 (Perpetual Fangirl)

James stood and started feeling through his pockets. “We went out for barbeque earlier.”

Lulu didn’t understand the gibberish he was rambling. She wanted him to go away, and leave her alone, like she’d never been found to begin with. He didn’t even go here. How had he possibly gotten a ticket to the party, Lulu wondered. She fought back more tears, these of pride.

He wasn’t looking at her, though. Finally, he seemed to have found the object of his search. “And they always give us these.” He closed the space between them in two perfunctory steps, handing her a small square packet.

Lulu saw what he offered– a moist towelette. She stared.

“I thought. You wanted to clean up. I think. I don’t care. I thought you might want it.” He must have noticed her wiping up her face.

Lulu didn’t know what to say, so she took it. He sat beside her without further comment. She mopped under her eyes, clearing what must be a mass of mascara and eyeliner pooling there. She slapped her cheeks lightly. She took a deep inhale and turned her face to him– her sparkling, charming smile plastered across her face again.

“How’s it look?”

“Better. I think. I mean, your nose is red. But the rest of your makeup looks good.”

Lulu ought to have been affronted by the honesty, but she wasn’t. She appreciated it. “It couldn’t. Not after.”

James tilted his head, then, motioning towards her. “May I?”

“What are you going to do?” Lulu leaned back, mistrusting both him and herself in such a moment.

He curled his fingers back, unsure. “You. You have a… thingy. Just there.” He touched a lock of her wig resting by the outer corner of her eye. He pulled back again. “I’m sure you can get it.”

There was a vulnerability in him in that moment that Lulu couldn’t resist. She tilted her face towards him. “This help?”

“Sure,” he said, his voice maddeningly steady.

James clamped his lips as he made a hesitant move towards her. Lulu closed her eyes. She felt a light tickle at her temples. Curiosity got the better of Lulu. Her eyes flashed open and they made direct contact with his. Lulu shut her eyes again quickly.

He stayed his movements. “Hold still, please.”

“I’m not sure what this is. I think. I think it’s fuzz.” His fingers grazing the edge of her wig. They pulled delicately through her false hair. “Got it.”

Lulu’s eyes fluttered open. She cleared her throat. “Is it better?”

He placed one set of her false eyelashes into her hand. “Wasn’t all that bad to begin with.”

Lulu couldn’t look him in the eye anymore. The moment was too strange, too intimate.

Excerpt #5 (The Book Bratz & The Bumbling Blogger)

— same excerpt since it’s the same date (hope this is okay!)

“You chase boys,” Matt’s voice trailed off, more unfinished thought than question..

“Hah. Maybe. Or maybe I don’t run away when they catch up to me. I haven’t quite figured it out yet. All I know, is once I pounce, or let them pounce, the fun’s all gone. Usually.”

“Usually?”

“Okay, so like, every day last spring, I’d run for training. I’d run by the boys lacrosse team, you know, to keep it interesting.”

“And?”

“And a friend of mine. Let’s call him Brian, he accuses me of running by the team on purpose,” said Lulu.

“What did you do?”

“I denied it, of course.”

“You lied.”

“I didn’t lie. See, Brian accused me of running by the boys on purpose, so they would check me out.”

“Weren’t you?”

“No. I was running by the boys to check them out. But Brian assumed the reverse. Boys are the subject, I’m the direct object.”

“That’s a technicality.”

“It might seem like a technicality to you, but I like being the subject of my own sentences.” Lulu kicked the curb with her shoe. The rubber of her sole made a satisfying squeak.

“Who cares what some idiot thinks of you?”

Lulu slurped the last of her granita. “If everything you did in life was constantly about that same misunderstanding, you’d be pissed off too.”

Excerpt #6 (The Queens of Geekdom

“It’s a matter of principle.” Audrey crossed her arms.

When it came to Audrey and her sister, everything was a matter of principle. Lulu shrugged. What Lulu knew of sisters, apart from Audrey, she had taken from fiction. Lulu suspected that Audrey found her sister to be a Mary Bennet– priggish and pedantic– while Audrey’s sister probably thought of Audrey as a Lydia Bennet– thoughtless and selfish. Or maybe they were Amy and Jo March and this was all about a burnt manuscript and an heiress of a boy. Lulu found the idea of sisters fascinating, but her only vocabulary for the relationship was borrowed. She did the best she could to keep up, given the circumstance.

Audrey turned the radio back up. Lulu flicked Audrey’s fingers, like swatting a fly, and turned the radio back down. Audrey sighed. After waiting a beat, she turned up the radio in one grand, sweeping effort, “So where to first?”

“‘Emma’s, then Lo’s,” Lulu punched off the radio with her knuckles. Her ears vibrated from the aftermath of that decibel level. “Then I’m thinking tacos. We haven’t had tacos in forever.”

“Two weeks. Yes, that was forever ago.” Audrey used as much condescension as she had in her. And Audrey had been bred to hold plenty of condescension.

Lulu laughed. Her freshly won freedom made her gracious enough not to hold a grudge. She had taken the blame for the night of the pool incident, getting Audrey off nearly scot-free. But Audrey would do the same for her, even if Audrey knew the world to be a certain way. A way that didn’t hold water, but still.

Lulu made an unprotected left turn and Audrey swooped in to turned the radio back on. Lulu paid these antics no further attention. They constantly danced around like this, attracting one another with what ought to repel. The two girls chatted and laughed until they became four. How any of them could hear one another, over each other, or the music, or the wind coming into the car as it sped along, was anyone’s guess.

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