Chicken Soup For The Teenage Soul

Chicken Soup For The Teenage Soul

Since its release in 1997, Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul has become a national bestseller and has been read by millions of teenagers. It is a collection of 101 personal stories written by teenagers for teenagers. The stories are about growing up, making friends, dating, family relationships, school problems, and other issues teens face every day. 

This blog post aims to introduce our readers to Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul and share some of the topics covered in the book.

About the Book Chicken Soup For The Teenage Soul


Starlight, Star Bright

When I was five years old, I took an extreme liking to my sister’s toys. It made little difference that I had a trunk overflowing with dolls and toys of my own. Her “big girl” treasures were much easier to break and more appealing. Likewise, when I was ten and she was twelve, the earrings and make-up that she was slowly being permitted to experiment with withheld my attention. At the same time, my former obsession with catching bugs seemed to be a distant and fading memory.


It was a trend that continued year by year and, except for a few bruises and threats of terrifying “haircuts” while I was sleeping, one that my sister handled with tolerance. As I entered junior high wearing her new hair clips, my mother continually reminded her that it was a compliment to her sense of style. As I started my first day of high school wearing her clothes, she told me that one day she would laugh and remind me of how she was always the cooler of the two of us.


I had always thought that my sister had good taste, but never more than when she started bringing home guys. She had a constant parade of sixteen-year-old boys going through my house, stuffing themselves with food in the kitchen, or playing basketball on the driveway.

The icky

I had recently become very aware that boys weren’t as “icky” as I had previously thought and that maybe their cooties weren’t such a terrible thing to catch after all. But the freshman guys who were my age, whom I had spent months giggling over at football games with my friends, suddenly seemed so young. They couldn’t drive, and they didn’t wear varsity jackets. My sister’s friends were tall and funny, and even though my sister was persistent in getting rid of me quickly, they were always nice to me as she pushed me out the door.


Every once in a while, I would luck out, and they would stop by when she wasn’t home. One, in particular, would have long conversations with me before leaving to do whatever sixteen-year-old boys did (it was still a mystery to me). He talked to me as he talked to everyone else, not like a kid, not like his friend’s little sister . . . and he always hugged me goodbye before he left.


It wasn’t surprising that I was positively giddy about him before long. My friends told me I had no chance with a junior. My sister looked concerned for my potentially broken heart. But you can’t help who it is that you fall in love with, whether they are older or younger, taller or shorter, wholly opposite or just like you. Emotion ran me over like a Mack truck when I was with him, and I knew it was too late to try to be sensible- I was in love.


It did not mean I didn’t realize the possibility of being rejected. I knew that I was taking a big chance with my feelings and pride. If I didn’t give him my heart, there was no possibility that he would break it . . . but there was also no chance that he might not.


One night before he left, we sat on my front porch talking and looking for stars as they became visible. He looked at me quite seriously and asked me if I believed in wishing on stars. Surprised but just as serious, I told him I had never tried.


“Well, then it’s time you start,” he said and pointed to the sky. “Pick one out and wish for whatever you want the most.” I looked and picked out the brightest star I could find. She squeezed my eyes shut, and with what felt like an entire colony of butterflies in my stomach, I wished for courage. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling as he watched my tremendous wishing effort. He asked what I had hoped for, and when I replied, he looked puzzled. “Courage? For what?” he questioned.


I took one last deep breath and replied, “To do this.” And I kissed him – all driver’s license-holding, varsity- jacket-wearing, sixteen years of him. It was bravery I didn’t know I had, the strength I owed entirely to my heart, which gave up on my mind and took over.


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