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New York Timesbestselling GOSSIP GIRL series
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Gossip Girl
You Know You Love Me
All I Want Is Everything
Because I？m Worth It
I Like It Like That
You？re The One That I Want
Nobody Does It Better
Nothing Can Keep Us Together
Only In Your Dreams
Would I Lie To You
And keep your eye out for Don？t You Forget About Me； ing May 2007。
EVERY GIRL DREAMS ABOUT IT。
SOME JUST HAVE IT。
HOW FAR WILL ONE GIRL GO TO BEE？
theit girl
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Be sure to read both novels in theNew York Times bestselling it girl series； created by Cecily von
Ziegesar； author of the #1 bestselling GOSSIP GIRL series。
And keep your eye out forReckless ； ing November 2006。
gossip girl novels by Cecily von Ziegesar：
Gossip Girl
You Know You Love Me
All I Want Is Everything
Because I？m Worth It
I Like It Like That
You？re The One That I Want
Nobody Does It Better
Nothing Can Keep Us Together
Only In Your Dreams
Would I Lie To You
If you like gossip girl； you may also enjoy：
Bass Ackwards and Belly Upby Elizabeth Craft and Sarah Fain
Secrets of My Hollywood Lifeby Jen Calonita
Hatersby Alisa Valdes…Rodriguez
Where the girls all go
？Are you going to try that on？？ a weirdly underdeveloped senior named Alison Baker asked Blair
Waldorf timidly。 Blair pushed the silver hanger down the rail toward Alison。 A white；
cardboard…stiff linen tunic by some random Scandinavian designer？No； thanks 。
？Take it；？ she responded generously。
Alison had thin； waist…length brown hair； a gap between her front teeth； and was bone thin。 She
wore a white button…down oxford shirt every day and the type of navy blue lace…up shoes that
Constance Billard required in kindergarten but which were phased out of the uniform in first grade。
Once； in fourth grade； Alison had peed in her pants in the library because she wouldn？t go to the
bathroom before finishingAnne of Green Gables ； and she？d had to spend the rest of the day
wearing a pair of too…small mustard yellow cable…knit Hanna Andersson wool tights from the lost
and found with no underwear。
Scratch； scratch。
In sixth grade； Alison had unsuccessfully invited Blair to her country house in Osterville on Cape
Cod two weekends in a row before finally giving up。 She？d then proceeded to spread a nasty
rumor that Blair？s father wouldn？t let her go away on weekends because he and Blair were having
an incestuous relationship and that was the only time they had together。
Blair？s totallygay dad？ Hello； stupidness？
？That dress would look fantastic on you。 My shoulders are way too narrow for it；？ Blair lied。
Alison pulled the tunic dress on over her oxford shirt and let her Constance Billard uniform fall
to the floor。 The dress hung from her stick…figure body like a soggy potato sack。 With her mousy
brown hair in a limp middle part； she looked like the girl who gets possessed by a demon in that
sick horror filmThe Exorcist 。 ？Do you think it？s too big？？ she asked Blair。
Even Blair didn？t have the heart to pretend that Alison actually looked good。 ？Maybe；？ she
replied； too preoccupied with the pile of brightly colored； slinky silk jersey Diane von Furstenberg
cami…dresses to care anymore。
？Hey； I was about to try that one on！？ Isabel Coates whipped a frothy white Stella McCartney
frock out of Rain Hoffstetter？s hands and held it up to her ladder…tall； waistless frame。 She was
growing out her bangs and her sleek； dark hair was bobby…pinned down to her forehead in seven
different places in a sort of intentional disarray that looked semi…cool and semiretarded。
？Hello？ That？s a size two。 Noway are you a size two；？ Rain countered； gripping the hem of the
dress and threatening to rip it out of Isabel？s hands。 ？I？m shorter than you；？ she insisted
determinedly； even though； like Isabel； Rain was a lot closer to a size six than a size two。
？I don？t know why you guys are being such bitches about that stupid dress；？ Blair yawned over
at them as she moved on to a rack of beaded lilac…and…pink Sea Island cotton Nicole Farhi
sweetheart sweaters。 ？It？soff …white； and look。？ She pointed a pearly manicured finger at the white
satin padded hanger the frock hung from。 ？The belt that goes with it ispink 。 Our graduation
dresses have to be totallywhite 。？
Even though it was two sizes too small； Isabel still clung to the dress as if her life depended on
it。 ？Well； maybe I don？t want it for graduation。 Maybe I have a party to go to or something。？
As if she got invited to secret parties that Blair didn？t know about。
Today was opening day for the Browns of London trunk show in the main ballroom at the St。
Clair Hotel； and this particular group of Constance Billard senior girls had all cut homeroom to be
there。 What better way to find the dress that had been sampled in England but never sold in New
York？the perfect； coveted； one…of…a…kind graduation dress。 The only problem was that their
graduation dresses had to be all white； and most designers shy away from all…white dresses so as
not to invoke unsexy images of baby christenings and Little Bo Peep。
Not to mention wedding gowns。
？Too bad this one has a train；？ Kati Farkas mused； holding up a snowy； puffy…sleeved satin
number by Alexander McQueen that looked like the dress Sleeping Beauty had worn to bed when
she slept for a hundred years。
？Ew；？Isabel sniffed。 ？The train is definitely not the only thing wrong with it。？
The trunk show consisted of fifty…eight racks of dresses？including ball gowns； cocktail dresses；
wedding and brides…maid dresses； skirts； blouses； cardigans； and capri pants； two hat racks； and
even a rack full of tiaras； veils； and scarves。 The clothes were gorgeous and exquisitely made； but
the girls were not being gentle with them。 Clothes were strewn all over the claret…colored carpet；
and the usually glamorous； gilt…accented ballroom looked like the walk…in closet of a
fashion…crazed Upper East Side？dwelling Manhattan society hostess in a
pre…getting…dressed…for…a…benefit alcoholic frenzy。
The throng of graduation…dress…hunting girls fell silent for a moment as a tall blond girl with
enormous dark blue eyes pushed open the door to the ballroom and handed her white…and…green
leather Louis Vuitton Calla Lily stuff sack over to security。 Behind her stood a tanned boy with
wavy golden brown hair and glittering green eyes。
？I bet they？re late because they had to get a room first；？ Rain giggled； nudging Nicki Button in
the ribs。 Over the weekend； Rain and Nicki had gotten Japanese hair straightening treatments
together； and their dark brown hair looked unnaturally straight and glossy； like it had been glued
on by specialists from Madame Tussaud？s wax museum in London。
？Look。 Blair is totally pretending she didn？t see them e in。 Oh my God； and Serena is； like；
walking right up to her！？ Laura Salmon whispered shrilly。
Their arms full of dresses； the other girls followed Serena van der Woodsen with their eyes as she
floated toward a rack of elegant…but…still…a…little…dorky straw sun hats two feet away from Blair
and began to try them on。
？Nice；？ Nate Archibald mented unenthusiastically from where he slouched against the wall；
looking more brooding and introspective than usual。 This was the sort of trunk show where；
instead of waiting in line forever for the two private changing rooms； most girls stripped down in
between the racks to try things on。 But Nate was the most desirable boy on the Upper East Side。
Girls got naked at the snap of his stoned fingers； and it was still he who got ogled； not them。 It was
no surprise that he seemed unimpressed。 It was also obvious from the way he kept his eyes trained
on his limited edition Stan Smith tennis shoes that he was doing his best to pretend he hadn？t
noticed that Blair？the girl he was supposed spend the rest of his life with but had fucked over only
last week by fooling around with Serena on senior cut day？was standing only twenty feet away；
glaring at him。
After walking in on Nate and Serena； Blair had sworn to herself that she would not freak out at
the sight of them； grab the nearest sharp or heavy object； and hurl it at their heads；
shouting； ？Cheating； horny fuckheads！？ But she couldn？t help feeling more than a little pissed off
by how good they looked together。 The natural highlights in Nate？s hair were exactly the same
pale gold color as Serena？s hair； and they both had the same healthy； sun…drenched glow； as if
they？d spent hours together on a blanket in Sheep Meadow； kissing and getting tan。 Serena was
wearing one of Nate？s weather…beaten navy blue short…sleeved polo shirts； its collar faded and the
hem frayed； and Nate？s cheeks sparkled a little in the bright ballroom light from the glitter in
Serena？s pale pink Vincent Longo lip gloss。
Which might have been cute in other circumstances but was definitelynot cute right now。
Still