Falling Like Snow (Bramble Falls) - Hardcover

Wilson, Misty

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 1665989831 ISBN 13: 9781665989831

Verlag: Margaret K. McElderry Books, 2026

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A girl juggles planning her town’s first-ever winter festival and untangling her complicated feelings for both her best friend and the star hockey player in this charming book in the swoony Bramble Falls series that started with the New York Times bestselling Falling Like Leaves.

After Bramble Falls’s wildly successful Falling Leaves Festival, Sloane Sullivan is looking forward to some downtime—especially kicking back and marathoning Nora Ephron movies with her best friend, Asher. But they barely make it through Sleepless in Seattle before Sloane’s mom calls an emergency tourism department meeting; it’s all hands on deck—Bramble Falls is having its first ever Falling Snow Festival!

Sloane may still be recovering from the last seasonal event, but she’s also excited. After all, Christmas is the best time of year! And she’ll have her whole crew by her side, including her cousin Ellis and, of course, Asher. But when irresistible, hockey-playing Micah catches Sloane’s attention, she finds herself a bit distracted. The emotions her unexpected flirtation brings up make Sloane feel confused about Micah…and Asher.

She’s never thought of Asher as more than her best friend, but even if Sloane is seeing Asher in a new light, what does that mean for her and Micah? Uncertain and more than a little overwhelmed, Sloane throws herself into festival preparations, hoping to get a little Christmas magic in return that will help her figure out where her heart lies.

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Misty Wilson is the New York Times bestselling author of the Bramble Falls series and Play Like a Girl, her award-winning debut middle grade graphic memoir. Misty is a teacher, registered nurse, and a voracious reader. She loves binge-watching television series and adores rom-coms. She lives in Northeast Ohio with her husband and their two daughters.

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Chapter One Chapter One
My borrowed suitcase stares at me from my bed, daring me to even try to squeeze anything else inside it.

“What are you thinking?” Asher asks. My best friend lies sprawled across my comforter in his white Bramble Falls Drama Club hoodie and gray sweatpants, his expression amused as I snarl at the bag.

“I’m thinking about what a snob this suitcase is,” I tell him.

A laugh bubbles out of him. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Look at it, sitting there mocking me for being a small-town girl from Connecticut who has no idea what to pack when traveling to such a freaking awesome city.”

“I assure you the suitcase is not judging you,” he says, linking his fingers together behind his head of messy black hair.

I gesture at it. “It’s purple!”

“Okay… so?”

“So it’s definitely a judgmental snob.”

He narrows his eyes at me and shakes his head. “You’re strange.”

“I like to think of myself as limited edition, thank you very much.”

His lips quirk, amused, as he sits, crisscrossing his legs. “Why don’t you tackle this later? Maybe on a day when an inanimate object can’t hurt your feelings?”

“No. I’m almost done.” I shove a pair of black ballet flats inside and flip the lid closed.

Well, as closed as it’ll go… which isn’t really closed at all.

“You’re not leaving until winter break,” Asher says, watching me struggle to zip the overstuffed bag. “That’s weeks away. You don’t have to finish tonight.”

“I told you, I’m too excited to wait,” I say, yanking at the zipper to no avail. “And let’s face it, if I put off packing until the last minute, we both know I’ll forget stuff.”

A goofy smirk plays across his face. “I think we both know you’ll forget stuff either way.”

I glare at him before climbing onto my bed, plopping my butt on top of the suitcase, and leaning over to slide it shut. One set of teeth at a time, the zipper closes, the chain so tight, I’m waiting for the bag to burst open like a confetti cannon.

“You know, Ellis can probably loan you a bigger, less judgy suitcase,” Asher says. “Or you could maybe not pack so many clothes.”

“And you could shut up and help me.”

Asher sighs and shoos me. “Move,” he says.

I hop off the suitcase, and he takes my place, the mound of fabric inside flattening beneath his weight. He tugs on the oversized zipper tab. “This is ridiculous. Since when do you care about having a special outfit for every possible occasion?”

“Since a trip to New York City became a reality! Obviously! Who knows what Ellis and I will end up doing? What if she takes me to some classy rich-people party but all I brought was an old flannel and ripped jeans?”

“Oh my god, yeah, I’m getting secondhand embarrassment just thinking of that horrifying hypothetical scenario,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I slug him in the arm, and he laughs.

“Don’t you remember when we binged Gossip Girl last summer?”

“How could I forget? All you talked about was Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck, for weeks, despite how toxic they were,” Asher mutters as he finishes zipping the suitcase. He hops off the bed and heaves the hulking bag onto the floor, where I’m almost certain it leaves a dent.

“Then you also remember how fancy everyone looked. I refuse to look like a slob in the big city.”

“It was a TV show, Sloane. And you never look like a slob.”

My eyes fall to my too-big lime-green sweatpants—held up by a black shoelace since I lost the drawstring in the wash—tucked into fuzzy red-and-white-striped socks, and my cozy Christmas tree sweater with its twinkling LED lights. I don’t need a mirror to know my bangs are sticking up in every direction, and my shoulder-length blond hair is falling out of the loose, lopsided ponytail I threw it in this morning.

I arch an eyebrow at him as if to say, Oh really?

He smiles. “Fine. But if the rich New Yorkers don’t like you in flannel, then they don’t deserve you in a dress.”

“Yeah, okay,” I say, wheeling the heavy suitcase to the corner of my room. “Ugh, I wish you could go with us.”

“I do too. I’ve only been to the city once. And it was for a wedding, so I barely got to see anything outside of the church.” Asher stands and puts his hands in his hoodie pocket. “But I can’t leave when my parents are about to open the Bramble Inn. They might need my help. They’re overwhelmed.”

“I know. I get it.” I sigh. “I hate it, but I get it.”

Asher’s dad is a second-generation Japanese American who grew up in Southern California, while his mom, a petite white woman with brunette hair, was born and raised in Bramble Falls. The two met in college while majoring in hospitality management and got married young. They’ve always wanted to open their own bed-and-breakfast, but it wasn’t until recently that they decided to finally take a chance on their dream. Mrs. Yoshida quit her front-desk job at the hotel a town over and is now preparing the inn for its grand opening, while his dad is working overtime and traveling a lot, doing sales for a drinking-straw distribution company. They’re trying to bank as much money as possible before they’re both running the inn full time.

“You and Ellis will have fun taking a girls’ trip,” Asher says.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

He’s right, of course—my cousin and I will have a blast. And a trip to such a big city feels a lot less daunting going with a native New Yorker. I won’t have to worry about getting lost, or missing out on the best pizza and bagels, or finding the coolest attractions, or navigating the subway system. I basically have my own personal tour guide who will happily let me prance around the theater district in awe, hoping to catch a glimpse of Lin-Manuel Miranda or Jonathan Groff or Meg Donnelly or Jordan Fisher.

Still, I wish my best friend could be there with me.

“It’s been years since we’ve been apart longer than a weekend,” I tell him, the realization coming out whinier than intended.

“Huh. That’s true.” His brown eyes twinkle when he says, “No wonder I’m so sick of you.”

“Ha-ha.” I flick him in the side of the head.

“Jeez,” he says, batting my hand away. “You’re so violent.”

“And yet you love me.”

He frowns. “It’s wavering.”

“Liar,” I challenge, putting my hands on my hips.

He shoves my pillow into my chest until I grab it, then pulls the baby-blue comforter off my bed and wraps it around his shoulders like a cape. “Come on.” He heads toward my bedroom door. “Movie time.”

Mom has always said Nora Ephron wrote and directed some of the best films, and if Sleepless in Seattle is any indication, she’s absolutely correct. Curled up on the couch next to Asher, I pop a pink Starburst into my mouth as Annie and Sam discover each other at the top of the Empire State Building in a seriously swoony and tension-filled final seven...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Margaret K. McElderry Books
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2026
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1665989831
• ISBN 13: 9781665989831
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Anzahl der Seiten: 352
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