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- Print Length: 306 pages
- Publisher: Delacorte Books for Young Readers (June 4, 2009)
- Publication Date: June 9, 2009
- Sold by: Random House LLC
- Language: English
- ASIN: B002C1Z44W
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Where is everyone?
Jo Lynn Bidwell entered the Houstonian's Grande Ballroom in a rustle of tulle petticoats and silk. She'd expected to hear music, to see the arch of raised military sabers that she was supposed to walk beneath on her daddy's arm when she was formally introduced, but the enormous room was dead silent.
Despite her elbow-length white kidskin gloves, goose bumps rose on her arms, and she rubbed them as she wandered around, gazing up at chandeliers that dripped from the ceiling. The crystal-beaded lamps were bare, without the clouds of white dendrobium orchids Bootsie Bidwell had said would be flown in from Hawaii to decorate the room for the Rosebud Ball. Jo noticed too that the tables had no linens, and there were folding chairs parked around each. Where are the gold Chiavari chairs and the enormous floral centerpieces that Bootsie had specially designed by Lyman Ratcliffe? They were nowhere in sight.
"Hello?" she repeated, though her voice merely echoed in the huge space. "Is anyone here?"
She glanced around, catching her reflection in a mirror on the wall--then realized it wasn't her reflection at all. The girl in the silvered glass was at least twice her size, and she was smiling maliciously as she approached.
Oh, hell. It was Laura Bell, wearing the exact same Vera Wang gown as Jo Lynn: a silk satin underlay with a layer of English netting and a silk voile overlay with delicate hand-sewn flower appliques and seed pearls. Except Laura's dress was much larger than Jo Lynn's. Forget her being a debu-tank. She was more like a debu-blimp, as in Goodyear.
"Surprise, surprise," Laura taunted her, the sparkle from the heavily jeweled tiara in her upswept blond hair so intense Jo felt blinded. "What's wrong, girlfriend?" Laura's square-jawed face leaned close enough for Jo to feel the girl's hot breath on her skin. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Or is it envy, since I look better in this gown than you? Or maybe it's because I've got the best-looking escort in the room, and you're all by your lonesome?"
Jo Lynn started to open her mouth to fight back, but all words caught in her throat when she saw the broad-shouldered guy in the tuxedo walking toward them. He ignored Jo completely as he took Laura's hand.
OMG. It was Dillon Masters.
"Noooooooo!" Jo Lynn screamed at the top of her lungs.
Hands gripped her, shaking her shoulders, and a gravelly voice said, "Jo, hey, calm down. It's all right."
But it isn't all right. Dillon is with that lard-ass Laura!
Jo struggled against the arms that wrapped tightly around her. A sob wedged in her throat, and she felt the rush of tears behind her eyelids.
"Babe, I'm here. It's okay."
She stopped fighting and forced her eyes open to see Dillon's chiseled features hovering above her. His wide brow wrinkled with concern. She wiped the dampness from her cheeks and touched his jaw, the unshaved skin like sandpaper, and she let out a huge sigh of relief.
"You're here," she whispered, and glanced around them at the familiar living room of the Bidwells' guesthouse. They lay on the L-shaped sofa, across from the plasma TV, its screen dark and empty. It had all been a dream, she realized, the crazy beat of her heart slowing down. This was real. How could she ever have believed someone like Dillon would escort a slob like Laura to the Rosebud Ball?
"Oh, God," she cried, burying her face in his chest. "It was awful."
"I knew we shouldn't have watched Shaun of the Dead again," he said as he stroked her hair. "All that salsa and chips probably didn't help either, and neither did falling asleep on the couch." He squinted at his wristwatch and groaned. "It's already eight o'clock."
"Eight?" Jo lifted up her head, panicking momentarily because it was a Monday morning, until she remembered it was Labor Day. She sighed and settled down again. "It's a holiday, Dill. We don't have to go anywhere for a while if we don't want to."
"Your mom's still gonna freak if she wakes up and sees my car here."
"Please." Jo laughed. "Bootsie adores you."
And it was true. Her mother loved Dillon. He could do no wrong in her eyes, so long as he was making Jo Lynn happy. Jo's mother would totally buy that they'd passed out in the guesthouse watching movies, which was mostly all they'd done. Bootsie thought Mr. Star Quarterback was the model gentleman and he was, more than Jo Lynn would've liked, although he had macked on her plenty last night. Jo's face heated up even now, thinking of Dillon's strong hands on her skin and the firm way he'd kissed her, like he had something to prove.
Which he does, she reminded herself, figuring it was the least she deserved after the romantic drought she'd endured the past month. Dillon always had a million excuses too, like the stress of football practice, training sessions, and pressure from his dad and college recruiters.
"Jo?" Dill's voice brought her back to the present as he settled against the deep cushions, his pale gaze glued on her. "So, what's with your nightmare?"
He obviously isn't in a hurry to disappear, she thought smugly, hoping that things were getting back to normal between them. She'd missed being close to him.
"It was more like a fright-mare," she said, shaking off the flashes of it that still lingered. She squeezed her eyes closed a couple times to clear the visions. "I was at the Houstonian, but no one else was there for the deb ball except that skank Laura Bell, and she was wearing my couture Vera Wang gown, although hers was way bigger than mine, of course. But that couldn't possibly happen because the Glass Slipper Club's historian records everyone's dresses so no two are alike--"
Dillon was staring at her like she was a lunatic so she stopped herself. "Never mind," she told him, because explaining it did make her sound totally obsessive. "I think I'm just feeling the pressure. The first Rosebud meeting's tomorrow night, and she'll be there, acting like she's all that and getting in my face unless I--"
Jo Lynn didn't finish. Dillon didn't need to hear her scheme to get Laura ousted from the Rosebuds no matter what it took, no matter how important it was to her. He wouldn't understand. She gnawed on her lower lip, itching to ask him a question that nagged at her. Finally, she just blurted out, "So what do you think of her?" --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.
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Well, they did it. Laura, Mac, Ginger, and (unfortunately) Jo Lynn were four of the handpicked girls to become Rosebud Debutantes of The Glass Slipper Club. But the only thing harder than getting into the GSC is staying in it...
Laura's dream is finally on its way to becoming true! Or at least that's what she thought at first, until an awfully nasty lie was spread around about her by who she can only assume was Jo Lynn or one of her followers. She just seems to keep getting herself into more and more trouble by talking to Dillon and Avery - and Jo Lynn just won't have it anymore. Will this heinous lie get Laura kicked out of the GSC for good?
Mackenzie aka Mac still isn't psyched about becoming a Rosebud. Now that she actually is one, she keeps referring back to her late mother's letters for inspiration and guidance. She especially needs the extra guidance now after realizing how shallow girls can really be, what with the whole Laura and Jo Lynn stuff going on. To top it all off, the new girl in town, Cindy Chow, has her eyes on Mac's oldest pal, Alex, who has always been there for her. Now that he's spending time with Cindy, Mac may be starting to feel a little bit jealous. But will she ever be able to confront Alex about how she thinks she may feel?
Ginger, having finally put what happened with the college boy behind her, is ready to move on to bigger and better things, like of course being a Rosebud, social activism, and fine art. But when her grandmother wants her to sit for a portrait in her gown by the son of a local artist, she realizes that she already knows the guy. And what she remembers isn't good at all. Why, oh why, must she always attract the bad guys? But wait, is he really as bad as Ginger remembers him to be?
All Jo Lynn wants to do is take down Laura once and for all. After finding Laura's number in Dillon's phone, she has just had it. According to Jo Lynn, the girl has to go down. There is no way that Laura is taking Dillon from her, and she sure as heck is not getting back with Avery yet again. She just has to think of the perfect rumor that will get her kicked out of the GSC and ruin her reputation for good.
This is the second book in THE DEBS series, and I have to say that it is amazing! It's even better than the first. In THE DEBS you're introduced to Laura, Mac, Ginger, and Jo Lynn, but this book goes much deeper into their relationships and, of course, there's scandal.
Each chapter draws you more into the story, and each chapter is told by one of the four main characters, so you get a different point of view in each. It's pretty easy to sympathize with Laura, Mac, and Ginger. And Jo Lynn is just a girl you love to hate. She is the perfect bad girl in this story and, despite her witchiness, I love her character.
I'd recommend this to anyone who has read THE DEBS, of course, and for anyone who likes to read about teen girls, relationships, and scandal. I bet if you pick up this book you won't be sorry.
Reviewed by: Breanna F.
Trade--Available June 9, 2009
Rating: 5 Enchantments
LOVE, LIES AND TEXAS DIPS is the perfect sequel to `The Debs'.
Jo-Lynn is both as plotting, manipulative and as calculating and bitchy as always. Laura is still her main target, and she can't figure out how anyone would want to pick Laura over her, especially anyone male. The only thing that'll make her life perfect is casting Laura out of The Debs and if her loser friends go right out the door with her. Fortunately for Laura, she isn't the intimated easily type, and neither are Mac and Ginger, her two best friends. In fact, they all hate Jo-Lynn just about as much as she hates them and they aren't about to let her get rid of them at all.
I think Jo-Lynn is the ultimate--perhaps perfect, YA villain. Seriously. Calculating, manipulative and scheming to a T, she'll stop at absolutely nothing to get what she wants most--to get rid of Laura. Including sending sweets Laura's way to sabotage the Deb and spreading some particular heinous gossip about her.
What I really enjoyed in LOVE, LIES AND TEXAS DIPS, is the storyline revolving around Ginger and the portrait her grandmother wants painted of her. Some of my favorite scenes in the book from here, including when Ginger meets Kent for the first time, the grandson of the artist who painted her grandmother's portrait and the one who is going to paint hers.
`The Debs' series has quickly become one of my favorite YA series and LOVE, LIES AND TEXAS DIPS just shows why. Great characters, great story and a great voice combine to make this a totally entertaining read. With an ending guaranteed to leave readers demanding the next in the series asap, LOVE, LIES AND TEXAS DIPS is a great second book in the series.
Susan McBride is the author of The Debutante Drop-out adult mystery series. She grew up in the heart of Texan Deb country, but now lives with her husband in Missouri. Visit her online at [...]