Cecily von Ziegesar - You Just Cant Get Enough

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ISBN 978-0-316-04067-9

Gossip Girl novels created by Cecily von Ziegesar:

Gossip Girl

You Know You Love Me

All I Want Is Everything

Because Im Worth It

I Like It Like That

Youre The One That I Want

Nobody Does It Better

Nothing Can Keep Us Together

Only In Your Dreams

Would I Lie To You

Dont You Forget About Me

It Had To Be You

The Carlyles

You Just Cant Get Enough

It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both.

Niccol Machiavelli

hey people!

a new era

News flash: This years juniors are the people to watch. Seniors and college applications? Who cares? Who wants to waste time on boring will-they-or-wont-they-get-in speculation when theres so much partying without consequences going on? Now that our Alice + Olivia frocks are tucked away and its getting darker earlier, its time to really get down to business. There are benefits to host, hearts to break, relationships to consummate, facial hair to shave (yes, Im specifically addressing a certain swim team here), and a whole city to play in. So go out there and shake things up. Talk to that cutie in the Riverside Prep cap. Forge new friendships. Maybe even some rivalries. Throw a wild party, and just as its heating up, make it wilder. And who better to emulate than the newbies taking NYC by storm?

The NKOTB

The Carlyle triplets certainly know how to have fun. Weve got A, blond, blue-eyed, and innocent on the outside. Who would have guessed she has a knack for throwing crazy partiesso crazy that she wound up behind bars? Luckily, shes already won the hearts of the whole junior class, as well as of the board of overseers at Constance Billard. Talk about a people person. And then theres six-foot-two, Adonis-like, Speedo-clad O. Hes surprisingly still single, despite the bevy of available girls following him everywhere, from swim practice to Red Bull runs at Duane Reade. Is he holding out for a certain someone? And does anyone know who that certain someone could be? Finally, theres our little B, who seems to have shifted her allegiance from one tiny sandy eastern seaboard island to our little island. Can you blame her? Especially when she has golden boy J.P. as a tour guide? But after breaking the rules at Constance and being asked to take a much-buzzed-about week of garden leave (aka private-school suspension), will she be allowed to stay? Or will her unconventionality prove too much for 10021?

sightings

J at scholarship auditions for the School of American Ballet. Great tours jets, but is that enough? R having afternoon tea with his mom, Lady S, at Soho House. A going to a waxing appointment at Elizabeth Arden Red Door Salon with S.J., G, and the rest of Js posse. Is this how we bond now? Waxing together? And mysteriously absent from the happy crew? J herself. Why bail on a waxing trip? Has someone gone all European on us? O running solo, up Hudson River Park. He really should stretch afterward. I can help!

your e-mail

q: Dear GG,

So, I sort of extended this South American trip and missed the first two weeks of school, and now everything is freaking crazy! Are B and J.P. really together? And what about J? Is she with anyone? Whats happening to our world?

Existential Freakout

a: Dear E.F.,

Extending a trip into the school year is so last year. Anyway, to get you up to speed, B and J.P. got to know each other when, lover (of animals!) that B is, she volunteered to walk J.P.s dogs. Now the dogwalker is back from her whirlwind marriage and honeymoon to her employers gardener, so B is out of a job, but she and J.P. are still hanging out. Well see how long they can keep their paws uh, hands, off each other. As for J, shes alone for now. But dont cry for her, Argentina (or wherever you trekked off to), because she can take care of herself.

GG

q: Dear Gossip Girl,

Ive never written on this site before, but Im a paralegal working on a very important historic property, and Im absolutely appalled that, during a party there last week, a very valuable copy of The Collected Works of William Shakespeare was stolen. If you have any information at all on how this could have transpired, I would be grateful.

LawandOrder

a: Dear L&O,

Doesnt Shakespeare speak the language of love? Maybe someone took it to get ideas. Start with the bachelors and work your way from there.

GG

And thats a wrap! Im going to soak up the last days of summer with a glass of sparkling wine at the roof garden at the Met. Yes, its old school, but with so much action taking place on the museum steps or in Central Park, how can I resist?

You know you love me,

Do you think I should give Mrs. McLean the sculpture? Edie Carlyle gestured to the bulky, misshapen bag slung over her shoulder.

Baby Carlyle peered dubiously into the hemp bag. A bubble gum pink bowl was nestled inside, undoubtedly one of her mothers latest art projects. An MTA city bus roared by, causing Babys green linen dress, purchased from a cart near Central Park for ten dollars, to billow around her skinny knees. Baby shrugged.

Well, I dont want you to get kicked out, Edie fretted as they crossed East Ninety-third Street toward the Constance Billard School for Girls.

Baby was technically still enrolled in the small, elite, uniform-required institution that her mother had also attended years ago. But after skipping several mandatory after-school service hours for minor French class infractions, shed been placed on garden leave for a week. It turned out garden leave was just a fancy private school term for suspension. For the past week, she had spent her days drinking chai on a bench in Central Park, reading Nabokov, and waiting for her new friend J. P. Cashman to get out of school at Riverside Prep. Then theyd spend the afternoon in Central Park, playing with his three dogs, reading books to each other, and having long, rambling conversations about their childhoods. Now, though, Baby bit her cherry-ChapSticked lower lip nervously. What if she actually got expelled?