Have you read Get Happy? Add your comment below. I am here to tell you all about how much I loved Get Happy by Mary Amato and how…well…happy, it made feel…The first thing I must mention about this book are the songs…this book is the kind of book that has songs that fit perfectly, you can truly feel like the main character is writing the songs as the things in her life happen and it just made me feel like I was inside Taylor Swift’s head for a minute (because I love Taylor Swift and if Minerva is going to remind me of anyone, it should be her…but with an ukulele)…as a daughter of divorced parents, I can 100% say that the feeling of not wanting to just accept someone who left when you were so young back into your life is real, you feel abandoned and you feel like if they didn’t fight for you back then they don’t deserve you now and that’s something the author portrays very well in the book.

Kirkus says: “Veteran Amato skillfully infuses her tale with moments of teenage angst, jealousy, disenchantment, humor and love. Studio System News, a Hollywood film industry newsletter, lists Get Happy in the top seven upcoming books of 2014-2015 and calls it a “dramatic teen romance.” See Get Happy Songs for all of the videos, a free songbook with lyrics and chords, video tips for learning how to play the songs, and more. KELSEY SNELL, HOST: When times are stressful, it can help to think about the people whove helped us in moments of need. I wrote the words and music for the six songs that appear in the book and invited 16-year-old Jamey Geston to perform them. Mary Amato encountered her hero after a hard pregnancy and birth. The secrets she discovers about family, friends, music, and herself will keep you turning the pages and hoping she will find a way to keep breathing and…maybe…actually…finally… get happy. What the aspiring songwriter gets instead is a shocking invitation from her long-lost father to reconnect. Minerva Watson wants a ukulele for her 16th birthday. Please don’t judge me, but I could tell by the shape and size of the box that it wasn’t a ukulele and I felt a little piece of my soul start to drown.

What do you hold on to when you feel like you’re drowning?