A teenage girl’s bestseller that was all the rage on Amazon: This is how ‘Almost Love’ begins

Chiara Francia Citterio, star of Nickelodeon’s children’s telenovela Heidi, published “Casi amor” at the age of 16, and it stayed at the top of Amazon’s best sellers for two weeks.

The young Argentinian writer, actress and singer Chiara Francia Citterio made her acting debut at the surprising age of two in the telenovela Amor en custodia. It is not surprising that only at the age of 16 he decided to self-publish his first book, almost love.

The striking thing is that this book, which was published on a free platform with which reached 75 thousand reads in a month, reached the number 1 position on the Amazon bestseller list and lasted more than two weeks. Not bad for such a young newcomer, right?

almost love tells the story of Emma, ​​a 16-year-old girl who, on a night of no control, she loses her virginity to Nate, her best friend, with whom she has a crush, and becomes pregnant. Shortly before that, Emma lost her father and still can’t get over it. He dresses in all black and doesn’t cry because he’s a “fucking iceberg”.

In the midst of all this bad news, she has to leave her friends to go on holiday to Los Angeles, USA to meet her mother’s new partner, something she is not at all excited about. But there he will meet Theo, “The sexiest, most unpredictable and complicated boy in the world”.

Pregnant by one and in love with another, Emma finds herself trapped in a situation that couldn’t be more complicated. Or if? Sometimes the calm is just the eye of the storm.

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CHAPTER 1: Young Mother


shit You can’t go wrong, you already have a baby. That because it’s your first time you won’t get pregnant is a lie.

I had my first time a month ago and here I am with an embryo in my belly.

I was with my friends that day. We drank, had fun, and here he is: my best friend nate. The one I’m in love with but never dared admit it.

We both drank too much that night. It was a moment. We looked at each other like never before, casual caresses burned us and words were superfluous. As I was about to leave, I went to his room to get my things. He appeared, grabbed me by the waist and whispered in my ear, “Stay.” I froze. Nate started kissing my neck and I turned around, our lips touching. We looked at each other and I lost my mind, I got carried away. We threw ourselves on his bed, the same one where we’d gathered so many times to watch Friends, the same one where I took care of him when he had chicken pox, the same one where I stayed up all night because Nate was delirious with a fever. In the same bed, without thinking, we took off each other’s pants and crazy. I don’t know when we fell asleep.

And so it happened to me the first time. No condom. It was the biggest mistake of my life. Not just for the baby, of course. But because when I opened my eyes he was looking at me. I was waiting for him to say “I love you” but he said “sorry”. So without anesthesia.

And added something even worse: “If I could, I would go back in time and cancel tonight.”

Very romantic, isn’t it? “Why don’t you tell the baby growing in my belly now?” I think to myself at this point.

Fortunately, I will be leaving London, my home town, tomorrow.

I will be traveling to Los Angeles to spend the entire summer. I’ll be away from Nate. I won’t tell him until he’s 5,500 miles away.

I feel sick.

Not again, please.

But yes: I throw up again.

What a wonderful day to die!


I wipe my face and try to comb my black hair. I think it has its own life independent of mine. A little moisture and I’m already a hot air balloon.

I’m going down to eat my jar of Nutella. I have a headache.

Fortunately, my mother is not at home.

MY MOTHER! How do I tell him I’m pregnant?

To tell him now and ruin his trip would be suicide.

I’ll just wait until I can hide my belly. I have three, four or even five months, I hope.

“So…do I decide to continue the pregnancy?” I think to myself. The other option would be termination. I could go alone or tell my friend Bella to come with me, my mom wouldn’t even know! But I don’t like that idea. I do not know why. I don’t think it’s wrong to break up. I just don’t know if I want to do it.

I tell myself I have time to think. At least ten weeks. On second thought, I can get an abortion in the United States.

I never thought this would happen to me. I’ve always considered myself a responsible girl. Good way to realize I’m not, right? I know I could have taken the pill the morning after, but I didn’t. I was naive and thought it wouldn’t happen to me.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid,” I tell myself in the mirror.

I can’t have a child. I’m only seventeen! I want to graduate high school and study medicine. But who said I can’t do it with a baby?

I think the best thing would be for me to have a good chocolate milkshake and make a pros and cons list.

But what am I thinking? I’m talking about a baby! I can’t make a list like I have college or shopping in mind.

I feel so worthless!

My mom could help me, but it’s safe to say we’re not at our best. Asking him for a favor makes my organs squirm. Or is morning sickness the cause?

Suddenly my face feels wet. I’m crying. A lot.

I can not stop. They are not tears of sadness, they are tears of despair. My whole life changed after what happened that night… The night we both promised each other to forget.

It will be difficult with a boy or girl in the middle.

Should I tell Nate? The answer is no. He wouldn’t even care.

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When he published “Casi Amor” for the first time independently on a free platform, the book had 75 thousand reads in a month.

CHAPTER 2: Last Happy Day

Zing Zing. The bell. A sound that always brought me freedom. Now all I want to do is bang my head against a wall and get up in another dimension.

My best friend Bella comes over and hugs me from behind.

“I’m going to miss you very, very, very much this holiday.”

“Bella please don’t let me breathe.”

She lets me go with sad eyes. His green eyes, which are always full of life, look at me today with great melancholy. I try to comfort her but Since I don’t have the best communication skills, I make things worse..

My friend is one of those girls who say, “How can she be so pretty?”. Her hair is blonde and reaches her waist. And always smile. Bella is beautiful without makeup, without anything artificial. She seems like one of those who has a whole playlist of boy bands, but that’s not her case, as what she listens to is pure heavy rock.

“Come on Bella don’t cry. -I hug her-. I haven’t even left and you’re already emotional. I pat him on the back. You have to be a little stronger. If not, you’ll be a sad blonde ant all summer long…

It flies off me.

“Sad blonde ant?” What does that mean?

As I’m about to answer him, Nate walks up and lifts me into the air.

“Let me go already!” – shout.

If you don’t let me go, I will definitely throw up.

“No,” he says as he places me on his shoulder. You’re going to be in California all summer, so the least you could do for me is stay that way for a while. And without kicking.

“If you let me, I’ll bring you those American chocolates you like so much.”

My best friend is six feet eight inches tall, blonde, and has almond-shaped eyes. The jaw is one of those you think is hand-carved, contoured, straight, muscular. In addition, he has an amazing pack of abs to go with his great fashion sense. Absolutely perfect.

He plays soccer and has a group of girls who accompany him wherever he goes. Normally, being such good friends, the two of us would have fallen deeply in love and declared our love in an amazing and romantic way..

But not. Apparently No.

Nate dates girls who look like human Barbies; and I, with my six-foot-two, and my beautiful but standard body, am not enough. It doesn’t help that she’s always dressed in black.

Nate automatically puts me down and gives me a big hug. I can’t hate him. Do not leave me. Now that he’s holding me and telling me how much he’s going to miss me, I can’t. I’ve been in love with Nate for as long as I can remember, but he’s not with me. He made it clear to me after that night.

Suddenly I get a message from my mom on my cell phone.

Daughter, I’m waiting for you at the door. Leave early please or we will be late for the plane.

“Dear friends, it’s time to go. Wish me luck or die.

They both hug me and at that moment I feel like I’m going to cry. But I’m not crying, I’m a fucking iceberg.

I walk until I get into my mother’s car. It’s hard for me to watch her. I am very angry about what he is doing to me. I roll down the window and wave to my friends. Nate hugs a crying Bella. I think he has watery eyes too, or maybe it’s just my ideas.


God, how I’m going to miss these two!

As I look out the window I think to myself. Now I have gray eyes. It is true that eyes can change color over time. They used to be light blue like the sea and now they are all I have left; As if the tears had washed away all the color.

My father died two years ago and I still can’t get over it.. I will never be able to do that. But my mother did, she already did. She is a lawyer and travels a lot for her work. At her last convention, she met a Hollywood producer and fell in love with him. Pretty fast, I’d say. So we will spend the holidays in Los Angeles.


This is sarcasm.

I hate Americans and even more their stupid beaches.

Not only will I have to spend my summer there and meet my mom’s boyfriend, but also her son.

Fun… here we come.

♦ Born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, in 2003.

♦ She is a writer, singer, actress and art student.

♦ At sixteen he published almost lovehis first novel, on a free platform, with which he reached 75,000 reads in one month.

♦ She is the main character of the Nickelodeon children’s soap opera heidi welcome home.


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