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Three bestselling authors have come
together to bring you a novel written from three unique perspectives! When they met through MySpace, E. Lockhart, Sarah Mlynowski and Lauren Myracle hatched a plan to write a collaborative book. They took turns writing chapters, ending each one with a cliff-hanger that the next writer would then work with. In the end, three imaginations crafted one funny and touching novel about friendship, love, and growing up.
Added bonus? They had fun doing it. "We wrote to keep each other entertained. We threw each other curve balls (an alligator! a hot guy! a hurricane!). We learned from each others' skills (Sarah raised the stakes, Lauren layered the characters, Emily goosed the dialogue). We exchanged about ten thousand e-mails a day. We even went on a road trip together! Frankly, we're wondering how we'll ever go back to writing books on our own." |
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 | You know those fuchsia leggings, the zebra-print top, the, um, tiara that you HAD to have because it was so out there, so crazy, so awesome? You know how it now lives, lonely and unloved, in the dark corner of your closet because you haven't yet had the guts to sport it in public? Enough. It's time. Love it. Flaunt it. Wear it already. |
 | Take a Tae Kwon Do class. Or karate. Or boxing. Not only will you learn to kick serious butt, you will also meet other über-cool people and get cool funky-colored belts. Plus, when you are alone you can pretend you’re the Bionic Woman. |
 | Tell him.
(What?)
You heard me. Tell him how you feel.
(But, but, I can't!)
And why not?
(Because…)
Yessss?
(Because…because…)
Because then he'll know? And perhaps reveal that he likes you too?
(But what if he doesn't like me, too—I mean, like me back. What if he thinks I'm hideous and cackles uncontrollably in my face?)
Then he's a freakazoid who doesn't deserve you. Shower your attention elsewhere. |
 | Turn your room into a disco. Blast the music. Buy a strobe light. Or get your little brother to flicker the lights. Don't stop until your feet hurt. |
 | Change your 'do. Cut it. Dye it black. Or pink. Get bangs. Why not? It's only hair. It grows back. |
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