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Feddie Girl
by Nona David   

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Young Adult/Teen

Publisher:  Bernard Books Publishing ISBN-10:  0982452608 Type: 


Copyright:  July 24, 2009 ISBN-13:  9780982452608

The Hilarious Adventures of an American Teen in a Nigerian Federal School

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Bernard Books Publishing

FEDDIE GIRL is an International adventure/thriller about the experiences of an American teenager in a Nigerian boarding school. This sizzling novel offers a unque reading experience is witty, fun, and exhilarating.

The suspense, action, and sub-plot will curl your toes, keep you reading all night, and leave you thirsting for more!

Carlotta Ikedi (A.k.a Feddie Girl) has never liked school. Not in California. Not in Oklahoma. When her exasperated parents ship her off to boarding school–in West Africa–Carlotta faces a life, culture, and existence unlike anything she’s ever known.

School rules and regulations, rising bell, lights-out, manual labor, inspections, dining time, prefects, punishments, mean bunkmates, and visiting days–it’s all here. But author Nona David takes Carlotta’s story a step further when her adventure’s lead to unfortunate incidents that threaten to drive her American family into the clutches of infidelity and organized crime.

Boarding school doesn’t get any better than this…

For those who have experienced the boarding school life, the adventures of Feddie Girl will bring those memories crashing back… For anyone else, get ready to see the world as Feddie Girl.


Excerpt from FEDDIE GIRL, by Nona David.
Bernard Books Publishing

The next morning dawned bright and clear, but Carlotta was apprehensive in the presence of her new classmates.

Attending a girls’ boarding school in a foreign country wasn’t detestable. What Carlotta loathed was the deafening and head-splitting quarrels her classmates indulged in when there was no teacher in the classroom.

It was only 8:45 AM and, already, the JS1D students were at it again. This time, they were bickering and fighting one another about what cities and towns in Nigeria had the best residential areas. When words weren’t enough, they resorted to throwing missiles in the form of books, combs, and school sandals.

As if anyone cares where others grew up, Carlotta thought, feeling miserable. She’d lived her whole life in the Unit-ed States and couldn’t do a thing about her parents’ decision to have her enrolled in a boarding school in Nigeria.

The noise was making her head hurt. Carlotta depressed her vibrating eyeballs with her knuckles, hoping to keep them from shooting out of their sockets. She was wondering how the girls were able to keep up such a racket, when a particularly loud bang surprised her into snapping her eyes open.

A furious-looking male teacher stood at the classroom door.

The fighting stopped at once. The screeching was cut off from the throats of two students—like a raging fire abrupt-ly doused with water. One final sandal arched high over the heads of the students and landed squarely in the middle of the blackboard with a loud thud, then skidded mournfully down to the ground. Several girls scuttled back to their seats. Ndidi and her cohorts scrambled down from their lockers.

When all was calm, the class stared sheepishly at the dark male teacher leaning against the door-frame.

The teacher considered them for a while, his handsome face devoid of expression. Without much show of annoyance, he strolled into the classroom and stood before the students.

“I am not going to inquire into the cause of the noise,” he declared. “But, this is a classroom, and it is time for my lesson.” He strolled over to the blackboard and picked up the lone sandal. “Who lost this?” he asked in a scathing tone, holding the rubber footwear aloft by the tips of his forefinger and thumb, dangling it like an offending rodent for the whole class to see.

A chubby girl walked up to him like one would to a dangerous dog. “Please sir, it’s mine,” she breathed, and held out her hand for the shoe.

The teacher cast her a wary eye, snorted, and dropped the sandal in her hand.

The girl clutched the shoe and scurried back to her seat.

The teacher sneered then turned abruptly and picked up the duster. With a swift swipe of his left hand, he wiped the board clean. His right hand moved with lightening speed as he wrote the word mathematics on the board with a piece of white chalk. He whirled around in one fluid motion and began to teach.

The teacher’s mannerisms were mesmerizing: teaching—effortless, movement—electrifying, voice—spellbinding.

There was not a peep from the class during the entire lesson. The students were caught in the fast-paced style of his teaching. They watched in fascination as he stabbed and slashed at the blackboard with the chalk, whipping-up seemingly intoxicating mathematical symbols and equations from thin air.

The math teacher was the performer; the mesmerized class his spectator.

Not until the bell rang did Carlotta realize she hadn’t grasped a thing from the lesson.

The math teacher had raced through his lesson in a well-meaning tactic to revise the basic skills he believed the class had already acquired. He’d breezed through even and odd numbers, and the rules of addition and subtraction. After those came multiplication and division. Then types of fractions. Simple proportions. Percentages. Finally, it had come to algebra and the real lesson had commenced.

The math teacher sauntered out of the class as soon as the bell rang, leaving an awed class behind him. He didn’t even bother to introduce himself.

A stunned silence followed the teacher’s departure until someone broke the spell by saying, “Please, what was his name?”

“Mr. Wesley Iorshimbe-Ngongngong,” another offered.

“Mr. Wesley what?” a different girl quipped.

“Wesley Snipes!” Joyce snapped at the girl. “Kai, are you deaf?”

The student gave Joyce a reproachful look. “Please allow me oh, the man’s name has k-leg, abeg.”

Another admonished Joyce. “Yes oh, allow her. I’m sure that even you can’t pronounce the name sef.”

Nelly laughed and shook her head. “Come to think of it, that mathematics teacher is a real Snipes.” She jumped to her feet, her eyes shinning with mischief. She couldn’t stop laughing. “Wait oh, he even looks like the real Wesley Snipes.” She stopped to catch her breath.

Several girls laughed, too.

That opened the floodgates. In excited tones, the students compared the math teacher’s movements to that of Wesley Snipes’ ingenious stunts in the ‘Blade’ movies.

They got so wrapped-up in their stories they lost track of time, until Rosemary, the class prefect, announced in dis-may, “You girls, it’s time for integrated science, and it says here on the time-table that we are supposed to go to the biology lab for the lesson.”

They were already six minutes late. Lockers were opened and banged as the students reached for their science texts and notebooks. In a flash, most of them were out the door.

“Biology lab, Carlotta. Let’s go,” Ossie apprised. She scooped up her books, shut her desk with a bang, and ran for the door.

“Hey, wait up!” Carlotta called to Ossie, “I dunno where to find the biology lab!” In a rush, she grabbed a heavy textbook she assumed was for integrated science, and bolted out the door after her classmates.

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Professional Reviews

Review of FEDDIE GIRL By Wendy Wallach
I couldn't put it down! Really, who would have thought that a book about a Nigerian boarding school would be so interesting? Yet as you start to read about Carlotta and her bunk mates at the school, you get engrossed not so much about how they are different then typical American teenagers but instead by how similar they really are! The
language and syntax was a bit hard to follow at times, but it still read well and I could not wait to get to the next chapter to see what happens.

According to the book, there is another novel due out that follows a parallel story of one of the characters and I cannot wait to see what she does with that character arc!

You can buy it at Bernard Books or at Amazon

Posted By Wendy Wallach on the blog site "It's Only a Purple World"

Review for Nona David's FEDDIE GIRL
“The Hilarious Adventures of an American Teen in a Nigerian Federal School,” is the summary provided for the readers at the bottom of Feddie Girl’s eye-catching cover. The humor was more dark than lighthearted, and at times the book had a tragic feel.

Carlotta Ikedi is a thirteen-year-old girl suffering from teenage rebellion. While that scenario is practically typical of every American teen - poor, middle-class or otherwise - Carlotta seems to suffer from teenage punkitis to a greater degree. Right from the story’s onset we find the heroine up to no good, cutting class and smoking a joint with a group one could not classify as friends; her vocabulary would make a drunken sailor blush.

Carlotta’s father, a prominent doctor going through several crises of his own, is fed up with his daughter’s bad-ass attitude and ships her off to Nigeria. Her mother is a college professor and a recovering alcoholic who has found her way back to the bottle. She readily complies to Dr. Ikedi’s forceful plan. Can we wonder at the young girl’s rage and lack of discipline?

Nona David has created a well-written and entertaining work of fiction, with the story taking wild and complicated turns. The readers are transported from Carlotta’s hell-on-Earth during her time at the boarding school, to Richard Ikedi’s entanglements with the mob, to Shelley Ikedi’s very bad life choices. This is a very dysfunctional, broken family, each separated by more than just mileage.

Feddie Girl is categorized as Women’s Fiction/Adventure. This reviewer found herself pulled in more by the sub-plots than the central focus which was of Carlotta’s plight. Perhaps older female readers may find themselves doing the same as that is the target audience whom the book is aimed at.

Overall, Feddie Girl was unique with its multicultural blend, offering many readers a glimpse of another world many would rarely see. While not the light romp expected, it definitely provided insight into the teenage mind.

You can purchase a copy of this novel from the publisher: Bernard Books Publishing or at Amazon

See the full review on the blog site "Long Live Chick Lit"

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Reader Reviews for "Feddie Girl"

Reviewed by Nona David 4/3/2009
A fun-filled international adventure/thriller set in a Nigerian (West Africa) boarding school. Offers an exciting, toe-curling, and unique experience that will keep you yearning for more!

Available from Bernard Books Publishing

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