Vaca...tion

Hey people!

I know its been super long since ive last posted. soooo sorry.
Boys R Us is out since the beginning on July but since Im vacaing on the other side of the Atlantic ocean and they dont have it in France I cant read it... yet. So id looove to know how it turned out.


Thank you Fred for the back of the book description of BOYS R US.


PC is out. MAC is in.

Massie Block: After disbanding the Pretty Committee, Massie takes charge like Visa, forming OCD’s hawtest clique yet: Massie And Crew. Even though money can’t buy love, it can buy new friends . . . or at least model-actresses who will act like your besties until you get real ones. Lights, camera, MACtion!


Alicia Rivera: Hearts her new role as alpha of the Soul-M8s, BOCD’s first ever boy-girl clique. But when the boys head back to the newly renovated Briarwood Academy, will the remaining Soul-M8s become 4Squares?

Dylan Marvil: Is happy times ten to finally have a crush who’s crushing back, especially since they luh-v all the same things: marshmallows, lip-kissing, and chugging Red Bull. Buuuuuuuuurrrrrrrp!

Kristen Gregory: Scored three goals on the soccer field last week— and Massie’s crush . . . which earned her an ejection from her ex- BFF’s heart. Can Massie forgive and forget, or is Kristen out of the game forever?


Claire Lyons: Has declared herself neutral in the battle of the cliques. But dividing her time among Massie, the Soul-M8s, and Cam has left her stretched thinner than extra-small Spanx. Can she get her friends to reunite, or will she be forced to pick a side once and for all?"


~Whats next from the Clique:

The Clique Prequel: Charmed and Dangerous: The rise of the Pretty Committee.

Happy New Clique!
Once upon a time, in Westchester and Orlando, there were four betas just waiting for their alpha. It took a miracle to bring the Pretty Committee together—or rather, a New Years Yves party. Because sometimes when you meet someone, it just cliques. Available 10/27/09.


CLIQUETIONARY
When it comes to ah-dorable clothes, lip-kissing, and comebacks, the Pretty Committee is always prepared. You can be too with the CLIQUETIONARY—your source for all things CLIQUE.
Available November 2009 . . . Just in time for the holla-days!

- from the pick a poppy web



If your in the clique less fortunate pile like me, click here to read the first chapter of BRU!


The Alphas: the fresh new series by Lisi Harrison (all of you who read this should thank her times ten: she wrote like, five books in a year for us.)
READ THE FIRST CHPT NOW!!!! Click here.

WIN BIG: the entire series YOURS. submit now.

The nitendo game of the Clique: Diss and Make-up is coming out August 25. Yay! (reminder for all of those who bought the Clique DVD: unlock a code meant for the game when you put your dvd in your comp)
heres how to play: go on lisis blah-g and read all about it! the lucky lisi already has it!

heres an extrait of Charmed and Dangerous:

THE BLOCK ESTATE
WESTCHESTER, NY
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 31ST
6:01 PM

“Bonne Annéeeeeee!” Kendra Block trilled into the phone with gushing enthusiasm.
“Happy New Year darling!” Massie’s father added over swirling laughter, clinking champagne flutes, and Auld Lang Sine. “I love you!”
“I love you tooooo!” Massie shouted back. But from the stillness of her crisp navy blue and white bedroom those words sounded hollow, lonely, forced; like whoo-hooing on a private riding trail after a blanketing snowfall.
She eyed the swamp-green screen on her Motorola flip phone.
Was it really midnight in Paris?
It was like her mom and dad rode a time machine six hours into the future. Even though they were parents, Massie envied them.
They already knew if their night was magical; if their outfits would inspire copycats…if their jokes were lol-worthy…if their conversation topics were charming… if their New Years Eve story had a happy ending…if—
“Where are you?” Kendra asked, oozing giddiness.
“M’room.” Massie plopped onto the edge of her navy duvet and flexed her toes. Was silver polish fun or done? Class or crass? Mature or manure? Gawd, if only there was some kind of list that told girls what was in and what was out…
“Open your door,” Kendra giggled.
“Huh? Why?”
“Go!” Kendra insisted with mock frustration.
Massie slid off the edge of her bed, her gold silk kimono sparking and snapping with static electricity.
“Does she like it?” William asked in the background.
“Shhhhh,” Kendra hissed. “She didn’t see it yet.” She squeaked with burst-at-the-seams impatience. “Is the door open? Are you there yet?”
“Almost,” Massie padded across the white wool rug, heart revving. Was it the tiny black pug she had been begging for? Oh puh-leaase make it the tiny black pug she had been begging for! With a big red bow atop her mini head a diamond-bone charm anklet. That would semi make-up for her mother’s holiday “surprise” where she transformed Massie’s three-shades of pink boudoir into a showroom for Tommy Hilfiger. Blue, red and white everything. It put the nawt in nautical. But she decided to put up with it because the decorator assured her it was “fresh” and Massie’s best friends agreed.
“Okay, I’m here,” she gripped the brass anchor-shaped doorknob.
“Eeeeeeeee!” screeched Kendra. “Openit! Openit! Openit!”
Turning the anchor slowly, so as not to startle the pup, Massie cracked the door and peered out. Expecting a nose full of new puppy smell, she inhaled deeply. All she got was the sharp floral scent of Crabtree and Evelyn’s Spring Rain Home Spray, her mom’s favorite.
Massie lowered her gaze ready to make contact with a pair of moist black eyes. Eyes that would pulsate hearts for her new master and—
“Ew!” She blurted at the sudden appearance of a women’s bare feet. Size nine. Calloused. Dry. Neglected.
A plaid flannel nightgown skimmed her ankles and tented her stocky body. Strands of long black hair, freed from its tight bun, but contorted from hours of captivity, clung to the glistening Ponds Cold Cream slathered on the side of her face.
“Inez?”
“Happy New Year,” she held a Tiffany’s box in her palm and smiled warmly.
Ignoring the housekeeper, Massie peered left, then right. Was the pug hiding? Was she part two of her parent’s guilt gift? Was the blue box a red herring?
But, as usual, nothing in the hallway seemed out of place. The only panting came from Inez, who must have been instructed to run up the winding staircase before Massie opened the door.
“Do you love it?” Her mother asked.
“Does she love it?” Her father echoed.
Sensing Massie’s paralyzing disappointment, Inez opened the box for her. “Beauuuutiful,” the housekeeper hooked the glistening gold charm bracelet and dangled it under Massie’s jutting chin.
“It has all of your favorite things on it,” Kendra explained. “A high heel shoe, a dollar sign, a horse, a diamond encrusted bell—for the diamonds obviously, not the bell— and a pig.”
“A pig?”
“Yes, you wanted one for Christmas only we’ve had the hardest time finding housebroken breeds so we—”
“Mohhhm, I wanted a pug, nawt a pig.”
Kendra gasped in horror. “William,” she called into the party noise. “She wanted a pug, not a pig!…I know….huge relief!” Her lips returned to the mouthpiece. “Those are so much easier to find, darling. We’ll get one as soon as we return to the États-Unis.”
“Yay!” Massie pinched the bracelet off of Inez’s finger and slid it on her wrist. Aside from the mistaken-bacon it was kind’a cute. And no one else had one…yet.
Fireworks soared and popped on the other end of the call. Massie knew just how they felt. She was finally going to get a puppy! A confidant. A real best friend.
“Oh, and we got you an Eiffel Tower charm that is ab-so-lutley chaaarming,”she giggled at the pun.
Massie’s phone beeped.
The screen flashed “Ahnna”.
Her palms began to sweat.
One last firecracker whistled in the background then fizzled out.
The phone beeped again.
Ignoring the call would mean violating Ahnna’s strict ‘talk or walk’ policy: an offence that would put her in social solitary for an entire weekend. No phone calls, emails, IMs, or gossip alerts. She had to act. Now.

~from lisi harrison's website

and now instead of reading the cute clique books you can listen to them. awsome! thank lisi and the invention of ipods. click here to listen to samples of the book.

And for all of you who wanted me to post a new entry... you just got served.

~A

PS: HAV A GOOD VACA