
The pinkest of the pink books! (often with sparkles)
I ducked into a shop doorway for a bit of basooma adjusting and lip gloss application. Also, I thought I should practise saying something normal so that even if my brain fell out (as it normally does when I see him) my mouth could carry on regardless.
Sort of like a teenage Bridget Jones.
No, instead I got a crappy practically-minimum-wage-paying job at Potomac Video rewinding horrible Brittany Murphy movies and then putting them back on the shelves for more people to rent and be sucked into Brittany Murphy’s sick, twisted, Look-At-How-Much-Weight-I’ve-Lost-Since-I-Did-Clueless
-and-Ashton-Broke-Up-with-Me-for-Dried-Up-Demi-and-I-Became-a-Bigger-Star-Than-Him psycho, scrunchy-faced world.
In All American Girl, Sam saved the life of the President of the United States, and ended up dating his son. In this sequel, she is beset with new problems. Boyfriend David has invited her to Camp David for Thanksgiving. Does he really just want to play Parcheesi? Or is that code for “let’s have sex?”.
This was one of the best books I read last year. Seriously. Just go and read it.
Sex and the City for teens. These girls drink, take drugs, have sex, and cram as much D&G, Dior and Manolo as they can onto their borderline-eating-disorder bodies. But are they really happy?
Parenting Rule No 1: Don’t send your kid to school dressed like a character from a fantasy book unless that kid has a lot of friends who also dress like fantasy characters.
Alice has been homeschooled most of her life. Her parents are hippies. She has zero social skills, and it’s hilarious.
Oh to be Eliza! To play a girl that the Character Breakdown for the audition described as ‘physically attractive, strong, wilful, outspoken and stubborn, capable of great loyalty and deeply felt emotions’.
Tiggy is an actress, playing a gutsy nineteenth-century emigrant. As Tiggy becomes more obsessed with her character, real-life events threaten to explode, with handsome actors, loyal boyfriends, evil half-brothers and missing friends…
I am the first to arrive. Here I sit in the storage room at the back of the gymnasium. I have unstacked the chairs and they speak to me: speak the truth, Bindy! Do not fail!
Also the chairs murmur: why has Bindy unstacked us?
The chairs are right.
Bindy is the kind of perfect, overachieving, super-organised girl that everybody hates. But does someone really hate her enough to try and kill her?
I hate my dad.
I know lots of teenage girls say that but they don’t really mean it. Well, I don’t think they do. I don’t really know any other teenage girls. That’s one of the reasons why I hate Dad. He keeps me a virtual prisoner.
When Prue's dad is rushed to hospital, they finally discover what it's like to go to school, talk to other kids and have a bit of freedom.
For those who could not draw, who had no ears, who had no one to whom they might speak, who could not switch on a television or walk out of a room or stare out of a window or daydream or suck on their knees; these people, she thought, might possibly be able to find a use for a book.
A delightful, eccentric family struggling with love, hope and chocolate cake.
From somewhere behind me, I overhear someone say what a cool idea coming to school in your pajamas is.
Usually I would turn around and demand credit where credit is due. But who has the energy to care?
Libby is the Queen of Cool, the It-est of the It Girls. But she’s bored. In a moment of despair, she signs up for an internship at the zoo, and begins to realise a thing or two about the world, and herself.
^ Books marked with a ^ contain content suitable for older readers
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