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On Sale: January 13, 2009
Pages: 272 | ISBN: 978-0-375-89184-7
Published by : Delacorte Books for Young Readers RH Childrens Books
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When 16-year-old Scarlett Wakefield transfers from St. Tabby’s to Wakefield Hall Collegiate, she is relieved that no one knows her dark, haunting secret. A few months ago, Scarlett was invited to an elite party with a guest list full of the hottest names in British society, including Dan McAndrew. Before the party, Scarlett had only imagined what it would be like to have her first kiss with Dan, but on the penthouse terrace, Dan leaned in close and she no longer had to wonder. Their kiss was beautiful and perfect and magical, and then . . . Dan McAndrew took his last breath as she held him in her arms. No one knows how or why Dan died, and everyone at St. Tabby’s believes Scarlett had something to do with it. But now that she’s safely hidden away at Wakefield Hall, Scarlett would rather forget that it ever happened. Only she can’t. Especially when she receives an anonymous note that will set her on the path to clearing her name and finding out what really happened to the first and last boy she kissed.


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On January 1, I made two wishes. I know it's supposed to be resolutions, but the two things I really wanted you can't exactly make happen, like you can with resolutions.
I wished to kiss Dan McAndrew. And I wished to have breasts, instead of two flat pancakes on my chest. God, how I hated it when girls would come by and flick their fingers on my back between my shoulder blades and laugh mockingly because there wasn't a bra fastening there, because I didn't need to wear one.

(Actually, that's three wishes, isn't it? One kiss plus two breasts equals three, the magic number.)

Cut to June, nearly six months later, when I'd pretty much given up hope that I would get either of those things, ever. I had resigned myself to being flat-chested and unkissed for the rest of my life.

And then everything happened at once, and my life was changed. Though not, I might add, for the better.

Be careful what you wish for.

***

"Scarlett! Round-off, two back handsprings, back tuck! And keep it tight this time!"
I stand at the edge of the floor, bracing myself. I can do this. Ricky's halfway down, at just the right place to give me a spot on the second back handspring if I need it. But if I need it, he'll shout at me afterward.

Long and strong, Scarlett, I say to myself. Long and strong.

I'm running. Three steps to the round-off. Land and flip, jump up, jump back . . . my hands push the spring-loaded floor and bounce me up, feet land and I'm already jumping off my toes to the second back handspring, reaching away, reaching long . . . yes! No touch in the small of my back, which would be Ricky thinking I needed that tiny bit of help to arch on the second one . . . land on my feet again and use the momentum to rebound up, high in the air. Spot the high bar across the room, which gives me that fixed point I need to focus on for the split second before I tuck and flip myself backward like a ball through the air, thrown by an invisible hand. Land straight, knees not too bent, slightly dizzy, but knowing I made it.

"Yeah!"

Across the room, Alison and Luce, my two best friends, are clapping and whooping. I beam with happiness and look at Ricky for approval.

"Better. But go a lot longer on the second back handspring" is all he says.

That is approval, believe it or not. You don't expect bouquets of flowers from Ricky, no matter how good you are.

And then he looks at my chest.

"Strap those things down, Scarlett, can't you?" he adds. "They're bouncing everywhere--they're getting in your way when you tuck up! Jesus, where did they even come from?"
This is embarrassing. It's embarrassing to have Ricky talking about my boobs in front of everyone.

"Get a sports bra, for God's sake!" Ricky says, waving me away.

Like every single other girl here, I used to have a massive crush on Ricky, who's built like a rugby player--wide shoulders, muscles bulging through his tracksuit--with thick blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a really nice smile, which you get to see, on average, once a year. Ricky's incredible grumpiness is the reason my crush faded. And the insults he throws at you. And the fact that he's gay. (No reason you can't have a crush on a gay guy, of course--it just feels increasingly pointless as time goes on.)

I move to the side, giving Alison a clear run across the floor. As she starts, I walk around the edge of the gymnasium, back to where Luce is standing.

"I'm wearing a sports bra already," I say. "I don't know what to do."

"Get one of those tops with a built-in thingy," Luce suggests. "You know, the shelf support."

I pull my top a little away from my body so she can see.

"I am," I say hopelessly.

"Oh."

Luce has the ideal build for gymnastics--like a wire. She's small (you shouldn't be over five feet, five inches, that would be too much of you to send spinning through the air) and has no excess fat on her entire frame. Her breasts are pretty little points under her pale blue leotard: Luce can still wear a leotard over footless tights because she's so lean. Most of us gave that up years ago for something a bit less cruel to our curves. She wears her hair in two twisted bunches on either side of her head--a style that's easier for gymnastics, because it keeps her hair out of her way, but it makes her look even more like a little girl. Creepy old men are always giving her weird stares. But Luce is the most stubborn person I've ever met; if I suggested she change her hairstyle, she'd put plastic bobbles on her bunches and walk down the street sucking on a lollipop, just to show me.

"Maybe you should go to a sports shop and ask," she suggests.

I grimace. "They weren't much help when I went to buy the bra," I say.

Luce looks helpless. "I'd love to have ones like you," she says. "But I know I never will. My mum's flat as a board. The only time she had any was when she was pregnant with me, and she said she cried for weeks when they went down again."

"Better for gymnastics," I say.

"I s'pose."

"Lucy! Scarlett! Stop gossiping! Lucy, you're up!" Ricky yells.

I watch Luce precipitate herself into a blur of motion. She flies through the air, her twisted bunches spinning as she goes; in her front handsprings, she's almost perpendicular to the floor for a brief, breathtaking moment. Arms by her ears, legs almost straight out behind her. That's why we call that moment "Supergirl."
I think about what Luce said about her mum. If I had a mum, I could ask her about the sports bra thing. Maybe she would take me to the shop and talk to the snotty assistants.


From the Hardcover edition.
Lauren Henderson

About Lauren Henderson

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Lauren Henderson was born in London and went to North London Collegiate School (the model for Wakefield Hall in the Scarlett Wakefield series) and then to St. Paul’s Girls School (the model for St. Tabby’s). She went on to study English Literature at Cambridge University. Lauren worked as a journalist for newspapers and music magazines before moving to Tuscany to write books, work as a waitress, learn Italian, and party through the rest of her twenties. Finally, she dragged herself away from Italy, and, lured by Sex and the City, moved to Manhattan. After eight extremely action-packed years in New York, she is now settled in London with an American husband and two suitably neurotic New York cats. Lauren’s interests include trapeze classes, watching America’s Next Top Model, and eating complex carbohydrates.
 
Lauren has written seven novels in her Sam Jones mystery series, which has been optioned for an American TV series. She is also the author of many short stories and three romantic comedies—My Lurid Past, Don’t Even Think About It and Exes Anonymous, which has been optioned for a U.S. feature film.
 
Her weird and wonderful experiences of the very strange world of Manhattan dating led her to write a nonfiction book, Jane Austen’s Guide to Dating, which has been optioned as a feature film by Kiwi Smith, who wrote Ten Things I Hate About You and Legally Blonde. It takes the very sensible principles that the divine Jane Austen laid down in her six perfect novels, and interprets them for the modern girl, or woman, looking to find true love and a compatible life partner. Once she had worked them out, Lauren applied the “Jane Austen Rules” to her own dating life and promptly found her lovely, chivalrous husband, Greg, so she is living proof that they actually work!
 
Lauren is currently writing the Scarlett Wakefield YA mystery series for Delacorte in the United States. The first one, Kiss Me Kill Me, was nominated for an Anthony Award for Best YA Novel. The other books in the series so far are Kisses and Lies and Kiss in the Dark. The fourth and final book in the series will be out in February 2011, and Lauren then intends to start another YA mystery series.
 
Together with Stella Duffy, Lauren has edited an anthology of women-behaving-badly crime stories, Tart Noir. Lauren’s books have been translated into over twenty languages. Her MySpace address is myspace/mslaurenhenderson and her Web site is www.laurenhenderson.net. She loves to hear from her fans and promises to write back to everyone who contacts her on MySpace or her Web site!
 
Lauren has been described in the press as both the Dorothy Parker and the Betty Boop of the British crime novel. She also writes for many U.K.-based publications, including Grazia and Cosmopolitan, and several national newspapers.
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“Fans of Libba Bray’s books will enjoy this contemporary British murder mystery.”—Booklist

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