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  • Series: Fearless
  • Paperback: 608 pages
  • Publisher: Simon Pulse; Bind-Up edition (January 31, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1442446315
  • ISBN-13: 978-1442446311
  • Product Dimensions: 8.3 x 5.6 x 1.7 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 3.2 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 3.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (17 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #245,781 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Francine Pascal is the creator of several bestselling series, including Fearless and Sweet Valley High, which was also made into a television series. She has written several novels, including My First Love and Other Disasters, My Mother Was Never a Kid, and Love & Betrayal & Hold the Mayo. She lives in New York and the South of France.

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Losers with no imagination say that if you start a new school, there has to be a first day. How come they haven’t figured out how to beat that? Just think existentially. All you do is take what’s supposed to be the first day and bury it someplace in the next month. By the time you get around to it a month later, who cares?

When I first heard the word existential, I didn’t know what it meant, so I never used it. But then I found out that no one knows what it means, so now I use it all the time.

Since I just moved to New York last week, tomorrow would have been my first day at the new school, but I existentialized it, and now I’ve got a good thirty days before I have to deal with it. So, like, it’ll be just a regular day, and I’ll just grab my usual school stuff, jeans and a T-shirt, and throw them on. Then just like I always do, I’ll take them off and throw on about eighteen different T-shirts and four different pairs of jeans before I find the right ones that hide my diesel arms and thunder thighs. Not good things on a girl, but no one else seems to see them like I do.

I won’t bother to clean up when I’m done. I don’t want to trick my new cohabitants, George and Ella, into thinking that I’m neat or considerate or anything. Why set them up for disappointment? I made that mistake with my old cohabitants and . . . well, I’m not living with them anymore, am I?

George Niven was my dad’s mentor in the CIA. He’s old. Like fifty or something. His wife, Ella is much younger. Maybe thirty. I don’t know. And you certainly can’t tell from the way she dresses. Middle of winter she finds a way to show her belly button. And she’s got four hundred of these little elastic bands that can only pass for a skirt if you never move your legs. Top that with this unbelievable iridescent red hair and you’ve got one hot seventeen-year-old. At least that’s what she thinks. We all live cozy together in Greenwich Village in a brownstone—that’s what they call row houses in New York City. Don’t ask me why, because it isn’t brown, but we’ll let that go for now.

I’m not sure how this transfer of me and my pathetic possessions was arranged. Not by my dad, He is Out of the Picture. No letters. No birthday cards. He didn’t even contact me in the hospital last year when I almost fractured my skull. (And no, I didn’t almost fracture my skull to test my dad, as a certain asshole suggested.) I haven’t seen him since I was twelve, since . . . since—I guess it’s time to back up a little. My name is Gaia. Guy. Uh. Yes, it’s a weird name. No, I don’t feel like explaining it right now.

I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you’re not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet. I’ve got a black belt-in kung fu and I’ve trained in karate, judo, jujitsu, and muay thai—which is basically kick boxing. I’ve got a reflex speed that’s off the charts. I’m a near perfect shot. I can climb mountains, box, wrestle, break codes in four languages. I can throw a 175-pound man over my shoulders, which accounts for my disgusting shoulders. I can kick just about anybody’s ass. I’m not bragging. I wish I were. I wish my dad hadn’t made me into the . . . thing I am.

I have blond hair. Not yellow, fairy-tale blond. But blond enough to stick me in the category. You know, so guys expect you to expect them to hit on you. So teachers set your default grade at B-minus. C-plus if you happen to have big breasts, which I don’t particularly. My friend from before, Ivy, had this equation between grades and cup size, but I’ll spare you that.

Back in ninth grade I dyed my way right out of the blond category, but after a while it got annoying. The dye stung and turned my hands orange. To be honest, though (and I am not a liar), there’s another reason I let my hair grow back. Being blond makes people think they can pick on you, and I like when people think they can pick on me.

You see, I have this handicap. Uh, that’s the wrong word. I am hormonally challenged. I am never afraid. I just don’t have the gene or whatever it is that makes you scared.

It’s not like I’ll jump off a cliff or anything. I’m not an idiot. My rationality is not defective. In fact, it’s extra good. They say nothing clouds your reason like fear. But then, I wouldn’t know. I don’t know what it feels like to be scared. It’s like if you don’t have hope, how can you imagine it? Or being born blind, how do you know what colors are?

I guess you’d say I’m fearless. Whatever fear is.

If I see some big guy beating up on a little guy. I just dive in and finish him off. And I can. Because that’s the way I’ve been trained. I’m so strong, you wouldn’t believe. But I hate it.

Since I’m never afraid of anything, my dad figured he’d better make sure I can hold my own when I rush into things. What he did really worked, too. Better than he expected. See, my dad didn’t consider nature.

Nature compensates for its mistakes. If it forgot to give me a fear gene, it gave me some other fantastic abilities that definitely work in my favor. When I need it. I have this awesome speed, enormous energy, and amazing strength all quadrupled because there’s no fear to hold me back.

It’s even hard for me to figure out. People talk about danger and being careful. In my head I totally understand, but in my gut I just don’t feel it. So if I see somebody in trouble, I just jump in and use everything I’ve got. And that’s big stuff, and it’s intense.

I mean, you ever hear that story about the mother who lifted the car off her little boy? That’s like the kind of strength regular people can get from adrenaline. Except I don’t need extra adrenaline because without fear, there’s nothing to stop you from using every bit of power you have.

And a human body, especially a highly trained one like mine, has a lot of concentrated power.

But there’s a price. I remember once reading about the Spartans. They were these fantastic Greek warriors about four hundred something B.C. They’d beat everybody. Nobody could touch them. But after a battle they’d get so drained they’d shake all over and practically slide to the ground. That’s what happens to me. It’s like I use up everything and my body gets really weak and I almost black out. But it only lasts a couple of minutes. Eventually I’m okay again.

And there is one other thing that works in my favor. I can do whatever I want ‘cause I’ve got nothing to lose.

See, my mother is . . . not here anymore. I don’t really care that my dad is gone because I hate his guts. I don’t have any brothers or sisters. I don’t even have any grandparents. Well, actually, I think I do have one, but she lives in some end-of-the-world place in Russia and I get the feeling she’s a few beans short of a burrito. But this is a tangent.

Tangent is a heinous word for two reasons:

1. It appears in my trigonometry book.

2. Ella, the woman-with-whom-I-now-live-never-to-be-confused-with-a-mother, accuses me of “going off on them.”

Where was I? Right. I was telling you my secrets. It probably all boils down to three magic words: I don’t care. I have no family, pets, or friends. I don’t even have a lamp or a pair of pants I give a shit about.

I Don’t Care.

And nobody can make me.

Ella says I’m looking for trouble. For a dummy she hit it right this time.

I am looking for trouble.




Don’t go into the park after sunset. The warning rolled around Gaia Moore’s head as she crossed the street that bordered Washington Square Park to the east. She savored the words as she would a forkful of chocolate cheesecake.

There was a stand of trees directly in front of her and a park entrance a couple hundred feet to the left. She hooked through the trees, feeling the familiar fizz in her limbs. It wasn’t fear, of course. It was energy, maybe even excitement—the things that came when fear should have. She passed slowly through a grassy stretch, staying off the lighted paths that snaked inefficiently through the park.

As the crow flies. That’s how she liked to walk. So what if she had nowhere to go? So what if no one on earth knew or probably cared where she was or when she’d get home? That wasn’t the point. It didn’t mean she had to take the long way. She was starting a new school in the morning, and she meant to put as much distance between herself and tomorrow as she could. Walking fast didn’t stop the earth’s slow roll, but sometimes it felt like it could.

She’d passed the midway point, marked by the miniature Arc de Triomph, before she caught the flutter of a shadow out of the corner of her eye. She didn’t turn her head. She hunched her shoulders so her tall frame looked smaller. The shadow froze. She could feel eyes on her back. Bingo.

The mayor liked to brag how far the New York City crime rate had fallen, but Washington Square at night didn’t disappoint. In her short time here she’d learned it was full of junkies who couldn’t resist a blond girl with a full wallet, especially under the cover of night.

Gaia didn’t alter the rhythm of her steps. An attacker proceeded differently when he sensed your awa...

More About the Author

Francine Pascal is the creator of the Sweet Valley High series and one of the world's most popular fiction writers for teenagers and the author of several bestselling novels, My Mother Was Never A Kid (Hanging out with Cici), My First Love and Other Disasters, as well as the series Fearless. Her adult novels include, Save Johanna! and If Wishes Were Horses (La Villa) and the non-fiction, The Strange Case of Patty Hearst. Pascal is on the Advisory Board of The American Theatre Wing. Her favorite sport is a monthly poker game. She lives in New York City and France

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9 of 9 people found the following review helpful By Jeanna on February 12, 2012
Format: Paperback
I remember reading these in high school, they would release a title either every month or every other month. It was nothing like the other young adult books of its time. It's filled with action, teen angst and unrequited romance. Worth the read if you like CIA/FBI fast paced action related stories. Too bad they couldn't find a way around finding an actress that could portray no fear, it would have been a great tv series. Now the repack is totally worth the buy, it's like getting a three in one for a low price! Plus once you start reading you won't be able to put it down.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By Jenny on March 8, 2012
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The book in itself as a three pack was awesome. Well written, with great characters, and it made me very surprised that I had just heard of this series, since I am an avid reader. However doing a little research there is A LOT of books to read, and I think that if these were sold as three different books they would be much too short. Does it compete with some of the more popular teen books today?? Depending on your cup of tea, it may. It blends reality with just a touch of supernatural, which I do like. If they made more sets, that would definitely be more enticing to read and spend money on.
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5 of 6 people found the following review helpful By Amber on January 8, 2012
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Okay, I have to say that although this book is not amazing, I read it when I was a young adult, like 14, and it seemed awesome then. This was the first book that I read that I used to wait for the other books to buy because I did not have any money. Oh the memories! Nice story and great romance (that keeps you holding on to the last book).
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2 of 3 people found the following review helpful By L on February 21, 2012
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I grew up with these books. I started reading them in 7th grade and identified with them throughout high school and even into college when the spinoffs came out. They are not the most well-written or carefully planned books, but as a teenager the words that older people might see as trite hit me hard. The characters are vivid and Gaia is one of the strongest female protagonists I can think of in anything I've read or watched. Gaia is the heart and soul of these books. Seeing this 17-year-old girl survive more than anyone should deal with in a lifetime, struggle through major (deserved) trust issues, and kick the butts of countless criminals in NYC... when I was her age, I never wanted to go through what she did, but I did want her strength and resilience and reasoning skills more than anything. I am still in awe of what a wonderful character she is, and Ed, Sam, Heather, and the people we do end up meeting from Gaia's family are actually well-conceived and interesting as well. The subplots of friendship, romance, and sex also tend to be realistic, and not always perfect or always negative. The books don't shy away from horrible events like murder, rape, and drug use, and yet they too are explained in a realistic way that does not glorify them at all. There is almost always some kind of justice in the end against the "bad guys", and redemption for the characters who deserve it. Yes, some of the storylines are silly and don't make much sense. The series goes way downhill after they start with shadow writers after book 12 or so. But as YA books, they are wonderful and very suitable for older teens, and I would highly recommend them to teens who are looking for books that are character-driven, emotional, smart, and full of adventure.
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Bought this book in a fit of nostalgia a while back and finally got around to re-reading it. Gaia is a great role model for young adult females, and though it wasn't as well written and engaging as I remember, I still highly recommend it for teenage girls.
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By Pen Name on July 30, 2013
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Love this book series! Can't wait for the other bind ups to be published, hopefully they get the whole series in bind ups
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I'm a 23 year old girl and LOVE this series. I have read it once before. Francine Pascal is a great author and the back of the book does not do it justice. I'd say any girl 15 to 25 would love it because it has all the elements.
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By swilson1237 on April 22, 2013
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I bought this book for my daughter and she absolutely loved it. She loves to read and goes through books nearly ever couple of weeks. This is a great book and I (and she) would recommend it.
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