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GOSSIP GIRL books :) PDF format:) yay!! happiness! terney.info /0jgdjuh73x. Gossip Girl Jenny wove her way through the clusters of girls in pleated navy blue, gray, .. V andD kissing inShakespeare Books, nearNYU —aw, howcute. Be sure to read all the novels in theNew York Times bestsellingit girl series Dan's first impulse was to snatch the book away from her, but Elise wasn't.

My high school friend and I were obsessed with the books and this was before the TV show. Blair is the best character, which is why I was so surprised Serena was getting all the hype when the TV show first ran. Miss Waldorf is a constantly conflicted character that is often confused about her identity, or how much of it to reveal. Jan 12, Meave rated it liked it Recommends it for: book burners I've got if anyone's interested. At first, they are satire, and it's funny. The constant brand-name-dropping, the weird interpersonal interactions, all the half-cocked plot points and flimsy characters. The television show is immeasurably better. Don't bother with this nonsense, it will only confuse, distract, and eventually aggravate you. I honestly enjoyed the ridiculous shallowness of the first few books. The series just doesn't relent until you are beaten down, reading as fast as you can so the last book will end and you don't have to hear from Gossip Girl anymore. NB: Re: "Inappropriate" behavior: There aren't any explicit sex scenes.

She is an heiress to a dutch shipping empire and a socialite who later becomes a successful Hollywood actress. Jude's School for Boys. After stealing his lacrosse coach's Viagra , he relied on Blair and her alumnus father's connections to get accepted into Yale.

Nate eventually left to sail around the world with his father's Navy mentor because he is unable to choose between Blair and Serena. Eventually, he professes his love for Blair over Serena, which leaves Serena heartbroken and Blair overjoyed.

He and Serena got into every college that they entered for. Dan Humphrey is a sexy, skinny, sensitive, caffeine-addicted poet who often sees the darker side of things. A romantic whose imagination runs off wildly at the worst times, he is also over-analytical and easily frustrated. Dan was in love with Serena for years before they met and briefly dated.

Dan also experimented with homosexuality, before he began dating Vanessa Abrams.

He is a published writer of poetry and songs. But will the love-fest last or will they end up tearing out one anothers newly highlighted hair?

And speaking of new, Nate is on the straight and narrow, playing Nate-in-shining-armor to his crazy new girlfriend, Georgie. But he will definitely get more than he bargained for when he, Georgie, Blair and Serena end up hanging out together in Sun Valley, Idaho. Back in Manhattan Jenny is spending time with a mysteriously nice new boyfriend and Dan is spending time crying in theoffice of the Paris Review literary journal. And Vanessa, wait, is that Vanessa shopping at Barneys with a guy in a Lacoste shirt?

The long cold winter is over and the sun is finally shining along Fifth Avenue. The trees are in bloom and NYC's most fabulous are ready for a truly outrageous vacation! It might look hard to be this fabulous, but for us it's as easy as sleeping with your best friend's boyfriend.

Meanwhile, Dan is to busy drowning his sorrows in empty bottles to notice a mysterious French beauty who has a penchant for dirty, Jim Morrison-wannabe lead singers. Blair takes residence at the Plaza to think about her future. Will she become a gun-toting international spy or Manhattan's snobbiest society hostess? Decisions are so difficult! Sounds like everyone needs a day off at the spa. And Senior Spa Day promises to serve up further doses of scandal for New York's busiest private-school vixens.

Snagging the latest Marc Jacobs bag or your best friend's boyfriend isn't pretty, but it's always hot. It's almost graduation and our lives are really heating up. Everybody's into college and it's obviously time to party -- as if we hadn't been doing that already!

Will Blair and Nate's love affair continue? More importantly, will Blair finally get into Yale? And as for the juiciest scoop of all, what's this we hear about Jenny leaving Constance Billard to go to boarding school? Only time will tell how everyone will end up, but one thing's for sure: love is in the air, and it smells a lot like Gucci Envy. As if we need a reason! It's our last summer together before heading off to college, and things are sizzling -- no, it's not just the weather.

Despite that steamy kiss on graduation night, Blair, Serena, and Nate have gone their separate ways though not for long. Blair is off to London with her English Lord boyfriend, Serena's about to become a movie star -- as if she wasn't a star already! He pressed his palms together and nodded his head in that sexy, monklike way of his.

I'll call you tomorrow to make a plan. Saturday mornings she and Beverly would sit by that window, making use of its southern exposure to make their art. He would work silently at his canvas, smearing black ink all over it with his hands while she filmed him. And both of them would be Of course. How exciting to live with an artist. Of course, Dan was a poet, but that was different. All he did was scribble in notebooks all day, drinking bad coffee and getting shakier and more neurotic by the hour.

Of course she would continue to interview other people- at least Instant Messenger- until everything was worked out.

But she was already pretty sure she'd found what she was looking for, the perfect mate. Doesn't she mean roommate? What are you guys doing?

Eleanor Waldorf and Blair's stepbrother, Aaron Rose, were standing on the bed in Blair's makeshift bedroom, thumb tacking some sort of large map on the wall. Blair stood in the doorway with her arms folded, awaiting an explanation.

Eleanor was wearing a bizarre Versace outfit that had bad sample-sale download written all over it. The outfit consisted of an orange-and-black vertically striped halter top attached to green-and-black horizontally striped pedal-pushers by way of a mess of gold chains and buttons.

The petal-pushers even sported gold fringe. Why is it that the mom population is always drawn to designer's biggest mistakes? Not only was Eleanor's outfit ugly, but in another fit of postpartum depression she'd dome something dreadful to her hair.

That morning it had been shoulder-length and blonde. Now it's dyed dark red and cropped close to her head, like Sharon Osbourne's. Needless to say, it was sort of hard for Blair to look at her. Aaron pushed the last tack into the corner of the map and hopped down from the bed, his wannabe Rastafarian mini dreadlocks banging merrily against his hollow vegan cheeks.

After all his father and her mother had only been married since thanksgiving, so Eleanor was definitely not his mom and she was very definitely not his sister. Despite the existence of her little brother Tyler, who was a boy, and Yale, who was only a baby, Blair had always identified herself as an only child, except for those rare occasions when she and Serena were getting along so well it felt like they were sisters. Eleanor scooted off the bed, grabbed Blair's hand, and dragged her over to the sage-colored wall to look at the map.

It was a detail ofAustralia and the Pacific Ocean, and there were four red circles drawn around four pinpricks in the sea betweenVanuatu andFiji. Underneath the circles, written in black ink in Eleanor's loopy cursive, were the names Yale, Tyler, Aaron, and Blair. Blair twisted her ruby ring around and around on her finger. Eleanor was still holding Blair's hand and she squeezed her daughter's fingers tightly with manic delight.

Each of my four little darlings has their ownPacific Island! And next year, when they print the new maps, your names will appear right there nest toFiji! Isn't that fantastic? Fiji had always sounded sort of exotic to her, but theisland ofBlair probably consisted of a scrappy shrub on top a piece of reef riddled with spiny sea urchins and kelp.

If he wasn't careful, Aaron was going to become one of those pale, skinny, asexual, vegetarian old men like Morrissey, fading into the ether without anyone remembering that he'd ever been there. Aaron and Serena had hooked up and even been in love for a fleeting moment that winter, but Aaron wasn't exciting enough to hold Serena's attention for more than five minutes. Than again, who was? Blair wasn't all that interested in what Aaron and his loser Bronxdale Prep band mates did to amuse themselves, or in her mother's insane need to download random, completely pointless things like islands and alpacas and surfboards, but she did want to know what Kitty Minky, her Russian Blue cat, was doing digging around in the sumptuous pile of silk-covered bolsters, pillows, and throws at the head of her bed.

All of a sudden Kitty Minky let loose a stream of disgusting smelling cat pee. Kitty Minky leapt off the bed, but it was too late: Blair's rose-colored silk bedspread and throw pillows were soaked through. You can sleep with me and Tyler in our room until Esther cleans this place up," Aaron offered. Tyler and Aaron's roomed smelled like beer and feet and tofu hot dogs and those foul herbal cigarettes Aaron was always smoking.

Blair wrinkled her nose. Eleanor wrung her hands. She picked up some sort of terrible face rash at the pediatrician's office when she was there for her checkup yesterday. Apparently it's very contagious. Blair's small blue eyes narrowed.

She adored her baby sister, but she wasn't about to risk getting a rash, especially not a face rash. Which left a particular question unanswered: Exactly where the fuck was she supposed to sleep?!

The penthouse was clearly uninhabitable, and while the Archibalds' house had seemed like an obvious choice only an hour ago, it had since turned into an after-school program for sixteen-year-old Nate-worshipping stoners. Serena's door was always open, but Serena's parents were kind of old-fashioned, and they probably wouldn't like it if Blair had a boy in her room with the door closed or whatever. Like Serena never had a boy in her room with the door closed?! Besides, Blair had already tried living with Serena for a few days that spring and they'd fought the whole time.

Of course that was when Blair had been trying to seduce Serena's brother Erik in order to lure Nate away from that drugged-up lumber heiress he'd met in rehab. Still, now that she and Serena were friends again, it was best not to risk it. As if they wouldn't find something else to fight over.

Blair pulled open the top drawer of the cruelty-free mahogany dresser. She had a credit card, and there were lots of nice hotels nearby. She grabbed a pair of clean white cotton Hanro underwear and a white tank top. The one benefit of wearing a uniform to school was packing light. And the benefit of packing light was that undoubtedly she would need something that she didn't have and would therefore have to download at on of the three Bs: Bendel's, Berfdorf's, or Barneys.

She glanced at her gold Cartier chain-link wristwatch. I'm five minutes late for my Red Door makeup appointment.

I can't wait to surprise him with his present. A whole country? But I'm not sure if I'll even be coming back, you know, to live. After seventeen and a half years of being Blair's mother, she still didn't quite know what to make of her.

Blair smirked back.

As if they were worried. Remember that time in Latin when you were so baked you thought you were in French? Herman the she-man was like, "I beg your pardon, Mr. Although all romance languages find their roots in Latin, I never did master French.

Like a native speaker. A ponytailed boy named Malcolm was playing the guitar and singing an ancient James Taylor song.

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My parents'Hamptons booze cruise is in a couple weeks. Boat's already docked down in Battery Park. You're coming right? Fat chance. He realized vaguely that Blair had never made an appearance on the roof terrace. Maybe, she was still in the shower, or maybe she'd kissed him good-bye and gone home? He honestly couldn't remember. If she was still in the shower, he might steal downstairs and surprise her. The thought of her wet and naked made him smile deliciously.

Charlie pulled a marijuana-stuffed Ziploc from out of his khaki pants pocket and began loading it up on the bong. Nate pressed answer and put the phone on to his ear without actually saying anything. So get your ass over here right now. I have a suite. Nate gazed in the general direction of downtown.

It seemed very far away, but it would be nice to lie on a big white hotel bed and watch lots of movies and order room service. He was pretty hungry. Not exactly what Blair had in mind. I've got everything else covered," she added coyly. Meaning the three Cs:Champagne , caviar and condoms.

He'd pick the green alligator away from his Lacoste shirt, and it dangled from his chest like a partially removed scab. It's stocked with booze, and the crew's probably doing the tourist thing in town and won't even notice if we take it out for a spin, right? You sail like a master. Why not go on a little pre-Hamptons excursion to, say-" "Bermuda! The three boys looked at Nate. They knew they were asking to do something completely outrageous, but they could tell by the interested glimmer in Nate's eye that he was sort of into it.

Nate's mind was racing in a blurry, zig-zaggedy, stoned way. Sail the boat toBermuda? Sure, why not? They were seniors they could do whatever they wanted.

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Blair could come too, and they could drink mimosas and make love on the beach under the warm sun. She was always talking about going away together. Lexie came over and sat down in Nate's lap.

The tip of her jet-black ponytail just grazed the sun, moon and the stars tattoo on her shoulder blade. Nate waited until she was done with the bong to pushing her out of his lap and hoisting himself to his feet. He clapped his hands together like a stoned camp counselor.

Not only had they gotten to party at Nate Archibalds' town house, he was taking them somewhere- probably somewhere cooler than they had ever been before. Jude's junior whose name happened to be Nte lyons, and who mimicked his namesake down on the color of his navy blue Brooks Brothers socks. There was a mass rush to the exit. Nate Archibald, the coolest senior boy on theUpper East Side , was taking them out on his boat. It was their big fucking day! Nate followed the rest of the boys downstairs with good-natured amusement, completely forgetting what he's been about to do before the topic of a sail toBermuda even came up.

She'd called Serena just to brag about being at the Plaza, feeling guilty as she dialed but getting over the guilt by the time the phone began to ring. She leaned toward the massive gilt-framed bathroom mirror and applied another coat of Chanel Vamp lipstick. It was dark red and she usually only wore it in winter, but when you were locked in a sumptuous hotel suite with your boyfriend having constant sex, who cared what season it was?

Blair had confessed to finally loosing her virginity to Nate the morning after it happened, but she'd resisted too much detail and Serena resisted asking too many questions.

After all, Serena and Nate had lost their virginities together, so sex withy Nate was kind of an awkward subject. Her acceptance to Yale was an even worse subject. Of course she wasn't exactly into Yale yet, but she was on the fucking waiting list- they still could have invited her.

Nate was into Yale too, but he hadn't mentioned any Yale party. And if he wasn't going, she certainly couldn't go. They might be Boys buzzed and hovered around her like flies at a picnic. She slipped into one of the Plaza's thick white terrycloth robes and answered the door. She tipped the guy and waited until he closed the door.

Then she slipped out of her robe, flopped down on her side on the massiveCalifornia king bed, and reached for the remote. To her disappointment, 'Dirt Dancing' was playing. Since when was anything made after a true classic? Blair wondered. All of a sudden she felt odd. But then, that seemed sort of appropriate, considering she was about to have a hot-and-heavy liaison with her lover in a sumptuous hotel suite.

Where was Nate anyway? A cab away from his house to the Plaza would only take seven minutes. If she were Nate, she'd have made it in five. She dialed his cell without even looking at the buttons on her phone, but there was no answer. Maybe he was showering and putting on his very sexy black Calvin Klein boxers in preparation for their rendezvous, she mused. Blair stood up, removed her robe, and dimmed the lights.

Then she spread a little caviar on one of the toast points and stood watching herself in the over-sized gilt-framed dressing mirror as she ate it. On the TV screen behind her, "Baby" was trying to look innocent after spending all night having big sweaty sex with Patrick Swayze, the dance instructor at the summer resort where her family was vacationing.

Baby's dad was so seriously pissed off at her; Blair wondered fleetingly how her own dad would feel if he knew she'd moved into a hotel suite just so she could have a little privacy with Nate. Not that her gay, French-chateau-living, pastel-argyle-socks-and-baby-blue-Gucci-sunglasses-wearing dad and Baby's responsible doctor dad in 'Dirty Dancing' had anything in common.

She dialed Nate once again and when he didn't answer, she made herself another caviar toast point sandwich and called her dad's number in southern France, where he'[d been living since he and Eleanor split up over his gayness almost two years ago. Is everything okay? Did you hear from those fuck-head at Yale yet? Are you in? Her father demanded as soon as he heard her voice.

Blair could picture him perfectly, naked except for a pair of royal blue silk boxers shorts, his sleeping lover- Francois or Eduard or whatever his name was - snoring softly beside him. Harold Waldorf, Esq. Now he bottled his own wine from the vineyards surrounding his chateau, shopped at cute French boutiques that catered exclusively to tanned gay men, and swam laps in his pool while his tanned gay lovers attended him with fresh towels and glasses of cognac.

It was a luxe life, indeed. In fact, talking to her dad was exactly like talking to one of her girlfriends. He didn't mind that it was almost two in the morning inFrance and she had totally woken him up. You'll be here in an hour. I'm living here now.

In a suite. He was so into his latest batch of white wine, he probably kept a bottle chilling next to the bed exactly for occasions like this. In 'Dirty Dancing' Land, Baby's bitchy sister was performing in a stupid talent show, wearing a bikini top that was way to small for her. Blair muted the TV, spread another blob of caviar on a toast point, lit a cigarette and sighed dramatically.

The staff would pick through her trash and steal her clothes, and tourists would stand on Central Park South opposite the hotel, just waiting to catch a glimpse of her. She'd be the talk of the town. As if she wasn't already. Blair giggled and scarfed down another caviar sandwich between drags on her Merit Ultra Light. She contemplated the bottle of champagne she'd ordered, still chilling in its silver-plated ice bucket.

Nate wouldn't mind if she opened the bottle and had one tiny glass before he arrived, would he? Or course not. You deserve to have it all. Blair grabbed the bottle of champagne and held it between her bare knees, expertly untwisting the wire keeper from around the cork and then inching the cork out of the bottle's neck, slowly You are totally having a party! On screen Patrick Swayze was face-to-face with Baby's dad. It was the cheesiest movie, but she still fantasized about Nate defending her in such a determined, angry way.

Nate was seriously hot when he was angry, which was just about It's hard to get riled up when your stoned all the time. Although who knew what was taking him so goddamned long. They will let you in. Over the phone she heard someone mumble something in sleepy French.

I have to go. You just enjoy yourself. She hung up and dialed Nate's cell phone again.

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No answer. She dialed his house line. No answer, just his admiral dad in the answering machine, reading from the actual instructions the machine came with that no normal person ever used: "You have reached the Archibald residence. Please leave a brief message and we will return your call as soon as possible. Another old favorite. Blair put the white terrycloth bathrobe back on a fluffed up the pillows on the giant bed.

Then she dialed room service again. And a pack of Merit Ultra Lights. When she left his house, Nate had been partying with a bunch of stoners, including an annoying French hippie chick named Lexique. That stupid, lazy asshole who so didn't deserve to go to Yale probably hadn't even noticed that Blair had left.

Tears seeped out from under her closed lids. Nate hadn't changed. Nothing had changed- except the status of her virginity. She bit her lip and fought back an angry sob. Well, so what? Nate didn't deserve sex.

Besides, eating a hot fudge sundae in a Plaza hotel bed while plotting her revenge on her asshole-of-a-loser-soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend was even better than sex. Way better. Yes, it's a school day. Unfortunately we'll be too busy getting ready for our hot-stone facials and seaweed body wraps to remember to show up!

Please don't be worried about getting into trouble- not that you really are. Senior Cut Day is an ancientConstance Billard School tradition, and no one's ever been expelled or even punished for it. So here's what's happening. Thursday night at P. M we'll board the Archibald family's big sailboat, which is docked atBattery Park City. The Archibalds are having their annual benefit cruise to theHamptons , and they have generously offered us a ride.

As soon as we dock in Sag Harbor, we'll be picked up by a fleet of limos, which will whisk us off to Isabel Coates's totally amazing beach house, where the biggest, bestest girls-only slumber party will take place. In the morning we'll have breakfast by the pool, catered by TBA we're working on getting the chef who helped Julia Roberts lose all that weight after having her twins. After that, a day of treatment brought to us by Origins. And everyone will get an Origins gift bag valued at three hundred dollars to take home wither totally refreshed and revitalized new self!

Dress: Resort casual. Towels, hairdryers, bath, and beauty products galore will be supplied. No dogs, please even if they are really small.

Let's heard it for an amazing weekend of bonding with the girls! Big Smoochies!! S We put a suggestion box in the senior lounge, so your ideas are welcome, not that we haven't already planned the most perfect day! S Two, four, six, eight, only one month till we graduate!!! I mean is it okay to just, like, disappear?? Apparently a bunch of boys we all know and love at least most of the time have hijacked a very large, well-appointed sailboat and are headed into theAtlantic.

It could be just another senior prank, except that half the boys on the boat are juniors. It's kind of random time to take off, especially when all of us girls could use a little entertainment.

Just who do they think they are- Christopher Colombus? Rumor has it the latest couple of the moment is a certain blond-hairedFifth Avenue -dwelling senior girl and the lead guitarist from the Raves.

How, when, and where they met is a complete mystery, but talk about a perfect couple! Don't even try to pretend it was someone else: I saw you sneaking into the Gap on Eighty-sixth and Madison and actually trying on a plum-colored Juicy Couture terrycloth zip-up hoodie in the kids' section.

Okay, I'm a snooping bitch. But the reason I'm ratting you out is I tried the very same hoodie on, and, unlike you although I know you wanted to , I bought three of them! Why not? Besides, terrycloth is terrycloth, and what better way to show off your white new jacquard Gucci bikini than with a cute plum-colored hoodie?