been gay。 But if he was going to be gay； shouldn？t he at least find a boyfriend who made him feel
something besides awkward and nervous？ His eyes scanned the room； finally landing on Vanessa；
who was talking to his mother and nodding like she actually had some clue as to what Jeanette
was talking about。 She caught his eye and winked； and Dan instantly felt a little bit better。
？Sure；？ he replied weakly。 ？That？d be good。？
A look of relief swept over Greg？s face。 ？Thanks。 You？re the best。？ He gave Dan？s hand a little
squeeze before returning to sit next to Chuck； who was feeding his monkey wild boar pat？； its
fingers covered with the soft brown goo。 Dan watched in horror as the monkey screeched；
throwing its furry head back and smearing the pat？ all over the freshly washed white wall。
So much for redecorating。
Copyright ？ 2007 by Alloy Entertainment
All rights reserved。
Little； Brown and pany
Hachette Book Group USA
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First eBook Edition： May 2007
The characters and events in this book are fictitious。 Any similarity to real persons； living or dead；
is coincidental and not intended by the author。
ISBN： 978…0…316…04206…2
There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about；and that is not being talked
about。
？Oscar Wilde
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protect the innocent。 Namely； me。
hey people！
It？s finally August； and you know what that means： New York City is officiallyhot； hot； hot 。 Not
that I would actually know。 My friends and I have spent the last month hiding out in our quaint
beach houses in the dunes of Montauk and in little country cottages on Gin Lane in
Southampton？and bylittle I mean eight bedrooms and five baths； of course？soaking up the summer
sun and working on our Bain de Soleil tans。
So who are we？ If you really have to ask； then the question is； Darling； where have youbeen ？
We？re the girls in batik…print Marni sundresses； nursing our hangovers with Veuve Clicquot
mimosas under wide…brimmed straw Philip Treacy hats while we watch the show…jumping at the
Hampton Classic。 We？re the crowd skinny…dipping on Main Beach at daybreak； waking up at 2
p。m。 and going to bed at 6 a。m。？who has time to sleep when there are so many poolside soirees to
attend？ We？re the ones you love to look at？not to mention talk about？and we？re at our summer
best。
But summer？s almost over； and change is in the air。 The Hamptons are emptying out； the
jet…setters are jetting back from Europe （by private jet； of course）； and our families？ decorators are
already out there collecting samples for us to choose from for our dorm room d？cor。 Yup； the
countdown has officially begun： in just ten days the most recent graduates of Manhattan？s most
exclusive private schools are headed to college。 Pretty soon you？ll find us settling into our dorm
rooms on Ivy League campuses across New England； the first fallen leaves crunching beneath our
new； camel…colored Coach riding boots as we stride purposefully to classes with names like
Explorations in the Romantics and Chaos Theory。 No more back…to…school coffees on the steps of
the Met； no more sneaking out of AP French class for a cigarette； and no more itchy poly…blend
uniforms 。 。 。 unless you？re planning on driving all the frat boys wild by dressing up as a pigtailed
schoolgirl for Halloween。
College is the time to reinvent yourself （read： your chance to pretend you weren？t a colossal
loser in high school）； so with only a little over a week left before we leave for those institutions of
higher learning； it？s time to figure out who you？re going to be next。 What color is your parachute；
my dears？ The options are endless； but let me help you eliminate one： the role of observant；
fabulously chic Web…logging gossip is already taken。
And while we？re all busy reinventing ourselves； there will be a whole new set of gorgeous girls
in our school uniforms and TSE cashmere cardigans trying on oversize tortoiseshell sunglasses at
Barneys after school。 It？s hard to believe； but we？ll soon be？sigh？replaced by the guys and girls
who have been carefully studying us from afar。 So consider this our last hurrah： it？s our chance to
take the silver Range Rover LR3s we got for graduation for a ride at daybreak around
Manhattan？s silent streets。 Our last chance to wake up the investment banker next door with
rooftop parties at our Fifth Avenue townhouses。 To spend a fortune on Chlo？ bags and Marchesa
gowns at Bergdorf？s on daddy？s black AmEx card。 Ah； heaven。 Speaking of which 。 。 。
trouble in paradise 。 。 。
Everyone who？s anyone saw or has heard about the spectacle ofB andN atS ？s birthday party up
at her country house in Ridgefield； Connecticut； last month。 But was I the only one who sawS
standing out by her pool that night； dipping her toes in the water and wiping her face with the back
of her hand afterB andN disappeared upstairs？ Were those real tears？ Seems mighty close to a
certain perfume ad if you ask me。 。 。 。 And what did she think of their early a。m。 departure on her
birthday morning？B andN may have sailed off into the sunset？literally： their sailboat was last seen
due south of Hyannis？but how long can they really stay at sea？ Something tells me there？s more
drama on the sun…splashed horizon。
。 。 。 and trouble on the home front
No one？s ever accusedD of being happy； but I？ll be the first one to call him out on being pretty
darn 。 。 。 gay。 And not just the metrosexual； let？s…go…shopping at Thomas Pink kind？although his
wardrobe could do with a little spruce…up？but the kissing…other…boys…kind。 Is he ready to e out？
Or will he succumb toV ？s prickly…headed charms and go hetero once again？ If not； I can always
hire him to redecorate my bedroom 。 。 。 or not。
your e…mail
Q：Dear GG；
I was atS ？s legendary pre…birthday bash in Ridgefield last month； and I could？ve sworn I saw
her sneak out toN ？s Aston Martin at； like； 6 a。m。 and shove something in the glove partment。
Okay； so I？d hadway too many Tanqueray gimlets； but it looked awfully suspicious。 Whatever she
had in her hand looked a lot like an envelope？but full of what； I wonder。 Whatever it was was
probably totally illegal； but I passed out before I could find out。 Any ideas？
？Confused and Still Hammered
A：Dear CSH；
Confused is right。 Our sweetS may have dated a rock star； but she does not party like one？at least
not lately。 I？ll bet anything what you saw inS？ s hand was a simple letter。 So the real question is；
What did it say？ I？m one curious cat； and believe me； my kittens； when I find out； we？ll all be
purring with contentment。
？GG
Q：Dear GG；
My dad is a producer here in Beverly Hills； and last night he screened a rough cut ofBreakfast at
Fred？s in our screening room； and all I can say is 。 。 。 wow！ I always thought thatS was just
another ditzy； genetically blessed socialite； but that girl can really act！
？Beverly Hills Brat
A：Dear BHB；
Tell me something I don？t know。 The buzz overBreakfast at Fred？s has reached the East Coast；
too？I overheard two studio execs at an Amagansett cocktail party （and； no； I？m not divulging
which one） agree thatBAF is going to be the break…out hit of the fall season？can you say
pull…outVanity Fair cover？ Buzzzzzzzzz。 。 。 。
？GG
sightings
Swandering all over New York City in a pair of enormous； quilt…patterned black Chanel
sunglasses； feeding the ducks inCentral Park and going to old movies at theAngelika by herself；
looking rather lonely。 I？m sure there are more than a few boys out there who？d be happy to keep
her pany。 。 。 。 A thirty…foot boat that looks a mighty lot like theCharlotte approaching the wharf
atBattery Park； one brunette girl and one sandy…blond boy aboard。 S might have pany sooner
than she thinks。 。 。 。V atBarnes & Noble on Eighty…third and Broadway； standing nervously in the
checkout line； a book entitledLove Me； I？m Gay tucked under one arm。 A little light summer
reading？ Our old friendJ at the airport in Prague waving goodbye as a wild…haired woman in a
turquoise caftan boarded a New York…bound plane。 Isn？tJ the one who？s supposed to be heading
back？ Maybe it？s an exchange program。 。 。 。K andI inthe Conran Shop on 60th and 1st； selecting
dorm room furniture to be shipped to Rollins next week。 Umm； word to the wise； girlies： you
might not have room for that cherry…red Eames sofa in your ten…by…ten double unless you？re both
planning on sleeping on it。 。 。 。 With those two； you never know。
Okay； my darlings； I？m off to the SoHo House rooftop pool with my favorite gossip rags in hand
to enjoy the last days of this hot and sultry summer。 Want to join me？ Oops； too bad； it？s members
only。 Maybe you can sneak up the back stairway。 After all； it？s almost time for that pre…college；
back…to…school shopping spree at Barneys； and I want to look my tanned and freckled best for my
dressing room debut。 I？ve had my eye on a little ivory wool Stella McCartney jumper for months。
And； as always； you know I have my eye onyou。
You know you love me。
gossip girl
Once upon a time on the Upper East Side of New York City； two beautiful girls fell in love with
one perfect boy。 。 。 。
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it had to be you
the gossip girl prequel
and find out how it all began。
by the #1New York Times bestselling author
Cecily von Ziegesar
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hey people！
Ever have that totally freakish feeling that someone is listening in on your conversations； spying
on you and your friends； following you to parties； and generally stalking you？ Well； they are。 Or
actually；I am。 The truth is； I？ve been here all along； because I？m one of you。
Feeling totally lost？ Don？t get out much？ Don？t know who ？we？ are？ Allow me to explain。
We？re an exclusive group of indescribably beautiful people who happen to live in those majestic；
green…awninged； white…glove…doorman buildings near Central Park。 We attend Manhattan？s most
elite single…sex private schools。 Our families own yachts and estates in various exotic locations
throughout the world。 We frequent all the best beaches and the most exclusive ski resorts。 We？re
seated immediately at the nicest restaurants in the chicest neighborhoods without a reservation。
We turn heads。 But don？t confuse us with Hollywood actors or models or rock stars？those people
you feel like you know because you hear so much about them； but who are actually pletely
boring pared to the parts they play or the songs they sing。 There？s nothing