Hello again!
It is rather unfortunate that such a negative event has prompted the reawakening of my blog. I wish we were meeting on better terms, I really do. But, as my friends say, such is life.
As of this morning, the stolen posts have been removed from the website. (Have no idea what I am talking about? Read this.) The header, unfortunately, has not been. I want it down, believe me, but I am still deciding what action to take next. Thankfully, without my content, the website is now beginning to look like the sham it is. For this I am thankful, because I hope my readers will see this and begin searching out the "original" Chick Lit Teens. (Oh, how it saddens me to have to say that.)
If you are like me, you may now be wondering, where do we go from here? Well, at the moment I am still working this out. The most important thing I - and you - can do is get the word out that Chick Lit Teens is, for now, back at the original domain: www.chicklitteens.blogspot.com.
Now, if you are reading this and are a blogger, you can be a huge help. How? You can go to your blog and change any links to the old domain to chicklitteens.blogspot.com. I know this is tedious, and that many may not make this change. But, please, take the time. Even if you simply change the URL in your sidebar blog list. Every changed link helps, both for readers who visit my blog via yours and for readers trying to find my blog on Google. Right now, the .blogpost URL does not show up when you search Chick Lit Teens. The more links to this URL, the more search engine attention it will get, and the easier the real Chick Lit Teens will be to find.
I am also looking into purchasing a new domain. I would love to purchase back the old domain, but I do not have much hope for that. If I acquire a new domain, I will let you know ASAP, and will have this URL redirect there. So, stick with this URL, it will never lead you astray.
Thank you in advance for your help and patience!
Jessica
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Saturday, August 10, 2013
The Issue with ChickLitTeens.com
Dear loyal blog followers,
I sincerely hope you are reading this post.
Such a concern has never plagued me before. Of course, like any proud blogger, I checked my stats and fretted when my page views on a post were low. But I always knew if you wanted to read a post, you could. If my followers wanted to stay apprised on what I had been reading, they simply had to visit www.ChickLitTeens.com, and there it would all be.
Sadly, today it came to my attention that this is no longer the case. About three months ago, I began receiving notifications that my domain would be expiring, and I needed to renew it. I sent the emails to my mother (who was across the country in California), we discussed renewal...and then failed to communicate who would actually take the steps to renew the domain. A few weeks ago, I received a notice, while at work, that my domain had expired. I panicked, and quickly made a note to renew the domain as soon as possible.
But, as always, time got away from me. I forgot to renew my domain after work, and then forgot the next morning, and then the email got buried in my ever-full inbox.
Today, someone kindly tweeted that there was some unorthodox posts on the website. Panicking, I assumed I had been hacked, and promptly ran to Blogger. But no, everything was in order. No new posts. It was then I realized what was happening: someone had purchased the domain I had owned for the past four years.
This was a saddening realization. I had let you all down. The domain I had proudly promoted for four years was gone.
Now, I needed to find a way to communicate to the thousands who read my blog that, though the domain was the same, the posts were most certainly not mine. I knew I could not reach you all, and that made me both sad and sick. Many of you, probably, will not find this post on the old domain, and you will continue thinking that the posts on ChickLitTeens.com are from me.
To know my reputation will be (even indirectly) sullied by another is, as I said, unsettling and saddening. But I have no one to blame but myself. I let the domain expire. I let you down, and for that I apologize.
Now, if the person was merely using my old domain, that would be fine. As I said, I cannot get mad at a person who merely bought an open domain, following the fair few rules of the internet. Unfortunately, this person did not simply take the domain. He or she took my content and my header. This person is purposefully capitalizing on my reputation, even using my header to give the appearance of it being me running the site.
Chick Lit Teens was my baby. I grew this blog from a mere idea to an internationally read, professionally recognized website. I changed my life writing the posts this individual lists as hers under "Books." Those posts are a part of my identity, of who I was in high school. Even though my time for blogging has slowly waned over the past year, I never once stopped loving this blog. I have always looked back on my days as Chick Lit Teens with the utmost happiness, and it upsets me to have those memories marred by this theft.
Please, do not visit ChickLitTeens.com. All new posts will be found here, for the time being. If that changes, I will let you know.
And, please, if you know someone who reads my blog, tell them I no longer own ChickLitTeens.com. I know I cannot wholly stop the sullying of my reputation, but I will do what I can to salvage it, reader by reader.
Thank you for your support,
Jessica - the original Chick Lit Teens
P.S. If you have any advice on how to proceed, please do not hesitate to share.
I sincerely hope you are reading this post.
Such a concern has never plagued me before. Of course, like any proud blogger, I checked my stats and fretted when my page views on a post were low. But I always knew if you wanted to read a post, you could. If my followers wanted to stay apprised on what I had been reading, they simply had to visit www.ChickLitTeens.com, and there it would all be.
Sadly, today it came to my attention that this is no longer the case. About three months ago, I began receiving notifications that my domain would be expiring, and I needed to renew it. I sent the emails to my mother (who was across the country in California), we discussed renewal...and then failed to communicate who would actually take the steps to renew the domain. A few weeks ago, I received a notice, while at work, that my domain had expired. I panicked, and quickly made a note to renew the domain as soon as possible.
But, as always, time got away from me. I forgot to renew my domain after work, and then forgot the next morning, and then the email got buried in my ever-full inbox.
Today, someone kindly tweeted that there was some unorthodox posts on the website. Panicking, I assumed I had been hacked, and promptly ran to Blogger. But no, everything was in order. No new posts. It was then I realized what was happening: someone had purchased the domain I had owned for the past four years.
This was a saddening realization. I had let you all down. The domain I had proudly promoted for four years was gone.
Now, I needed to find a way to communicate to the thousands who read my blog that, though the domain was the same, the posts were most certainly not mine. I knew I could not reach you all, and that made me both sad and sick. Many of you, probably, will not find this post on the old domain, and you will continue thinking that the posts on ChickLitTeens.com are from me.
To know my reputation will be (even indirectly) sullied by another is, as I said, unsettling and saddening. But I have no one to blame but myself. I let the domain expire. I let you down, and for that I apologize.
Now, if the person was merely using my old domain, that would be fine. As I said, I cannot get mad at a person who merely bought an open domain, following the fair few rules of the internet. Unfortunately, this person did not simply take the domain. He or she took my content and my header. This person is purposefully capitalizing on my reputation, even using my header to give the appearance of it being me running the site.
Chick Lit Teens was my baby. I grew this blog from a mere idea to an internationally read, professionally recognized website. I changed my life writing the posts this individual lists as hers under "Books." Those posts are a part of my identity, of who I was in high school. Even though my time for blogging has slowly waned over the past year, I never once stopped loving this blog. I have always looked back on my days as Chick Lit Teens with the utmost happiness, and it upsets me to have those memories marred by this theft.
Please, do not visit ChickLitTeens.com. All new posts will be found here, for the time being. If that changes, I will let you know.
And, please, if you know someone who reads my blog, tell them I no longer own ChickLitTeens.com. I know I cannot wholly stop the sullying of my reputation, but I will do what I can to salvage it, reader by reader.
Thank you for your support,
Jessica - the original Chick Lit Teens
P.S. If you have any advice on how to proceed, please do not hesitate to share.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Hello, Again
Dear Readers,
I imagine you are surprised to see a post from me appearing on your feed. I have been MIA these past few months - nay, this past year. I have wanted to post for awhile, but I did not know what to say to you all, or what I wanted to do with this blog. I was not, and still am not, ready to say goodbye, despite the obstacles in my way.
Last March, I announced I would be attending Harvard University. Then, I had hoped I would be able to continue my blog. Of course, in my heart, I knew there was no way for me to anticipate what college, especially at such a renowned university, would be like, and I really could not foresee what would happen with Chick Lit Teens.
When I arrived on campus last August, I was quickly swept up into the excitement of living on my own in a new city, some 3,000 miles away from my home. I was meeting new people and doing new things and taking new classes. It was surprisingly easy to forget about everything that used to be - high school, living at home, reviewing novels. This is not to say I did not love those things, merely that, bombarded with so much change, it was far easier to focus on the shiny, new future than maintain my past.
When classes started, I did my best to keep up on my reading and new releases via Twitter. I went to a signing at the local bookstore and bought a few new YA releases the first few weeks. I was optimistic about blogging.
And then the YA books began piling up on my shelves, passed over in favor of Shakespeare and Baroque Art textbooks. Fall semester I took a course on Shakespeare's early plays. It was brilliantly challenging, with each week focusing on a new play. I also took a computer science class, the homework for which took up 8-14 hours a week. If I was reading, it was a play. If I was on the computer, it was to write code. I missed blogging, but it was an impossibility. I was stretched thin.
By the time winter break came, I was out of practice with blogging, and it was simply easier to avoid it then try to pick up where I left off.
Now, it is summer again, spring semester having passed by in the blink of an eye. With things calming down and three months stretching out in front of me with nothing but blissful emptiness, I have been thinking about blogging and the YA community more and more. I miss it. But my reading style has changed. I still do love YA, but I spent the past nine months reading classic literature, and am now looking to concentrate (the Harvard equivalent of majoring) in English. My summer reading list, as a result, is now filled with Hemingway and Woolf and Camus in preparation for the coming year. Though there is, of course, some Dessen and Ockler sprinkled in, YA no longer is the majority, leaving me less material to review.
What I am trying to say is this: I am at a crossroads with blogging...and I still do not quite know which way I will be going.
I do know I want to write still, and have been looking into starting a new blog, separate from this one. A blog with more personal/commentary posts, as well as recipes from my cooking adventures and my thoughts on some of the classics I am reading. It will be more of an everything-but-the-kitchen-sink blog than a publishing/YA focused blog. I don't know if this would interest any of you, but let me know if it does. If I pursue it, I would love to share it with you.
As for Chick Lit Teens, don't count it out just yet. I will be posting updates periodically this summer, and will let you know it's fate later on. Please know, I still do love this blog, and all it has done for my life. Thank you for reading and for continuing your support. You have no idea how much your support means.
See you soon,
Jessica
I imagine you are surprised to see a post from me appearing on your feed. I have been MIA these past few months - nay, this past year. I have wanted to post for awhile, but I did not know what to say to you all, or what I wanted to do with this blog. I was not, and still am not, ready to say goodbye, despite the obstacles in my way.
Last March, I announced I would be attending Harvard University. Then, I had hoped I would be able to continue my blog. Of course, in my heart, I knew there was no way for me to anticipate what college, especially at such a renowned university, would be like, and I really could not foresee what would happen with Chick Lit Teens.
When I arrived on campus last August, I was quickly swept up into the excitement of living on my own in a new city, some 3,000 miles away from my home. I was meeting new people and doing new things and taking new classes. It was surprisingly easy to forget about everything that used to be - high school, living at home, reviewing novels. This is not to say I did not love those things, merely that, bombarded with so much change, it was far easier to focus on the shiny, new future than maintain my past.
When classes started, I did my best to keep up on my reading and new releases via Twitter. I went to a signing at the local bookstore and bought a few new YA releases the first few weeks. I was optimistic about blogging.
And then the YA books began piling up on my shelves, passed over in favor of Shakespeare and Baroque Art textbooks. Fall semester I took a course on Shakespeare's early plays. It was brilliantly challenging, with each week focusing on a new play. I also took a computer science class, the homework for which took up 8-14 hours a week. If I was reading, it was a play. If I was on the computer, it was to write code. I missed blogging, but it was an impossibility. I was stretched thin.
By the time winter break came, I was out of practice with blogging, and it was simply easier to avoid it then try to pick up where I left off.
Now, it is summer again, spring semester having passed by in the blink of an eye. With things calming down and three months stretching out in front of me with nothing but blissful emptiness, I have been thinking about blogging and the YA community more and more. I miss it. But my reading style has changed. I still do love YA, but I spent the past nine months reading classic literature, and am now looking to concentrate (the Harvard equivalent of majoring) in English. My summer reading list, as a result, is now filled with Hemingway and Woolf and Camus in preparation for the coming year. Though there is, of course, some Dessen and Ockler sprinkled in, YA no longer is the majority, leaving me less material to review.
What I am trying to say is this: I am at a crossroads with blogging...and I still do not quite know which way I will be going.
I do know I want to write still, and have been looking into starting a new blog, separate from this one. A blog with more personal/commentary posts, as well as recipes from my cooking adventures and my thoughts on some of the classics I am reading. It will be more of an everything-but-the-kitchen-sink blog than a publishing/YA focused blog. I don't know if this would interest any of you, but let me know if it does. If I pursue it, I would love to share it with you.
As for Chick Lit Teens, don't count it out just yet. I will be posting updates periodically this summer, and will let you know it's fate later on. Please know, I still do love this blog, and all it has done for my life. Thank you for reading and for continuing your support. You have no idea how much your support means.
See you soon,
Jessica
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
How Ally Carter Made My Day
Before I get to the mind-blowingly awesome news Ally Carter released today, I first want to mention the recent resurgence of my love for YA and books and blogging.
This past weekend was hell. The kind of hell induced by a large final project that consumes your life and deprives you of sleep. Of course, there was an upside to this hell: my project was a redesign of this here blog. I started from scratch, building a new website with PHP, HTML, and the aid of Twitter Bootstrap.
As I said, it was hell. Setting up the website meant spending a disgusting amount of time weeding through old posts, revising old reviews, re-examining my blog's structure, changing every comma and quotation mark and dash, and other equally tedious tasks. Yet, as bad as this was, when I was going through my old posts, I found myself falling in love with blogging and reading and reviewing all over again. I had forgotten the thrill of reading a good book and how one can convey that love through reviews.
Fortunately, this epiphany occurred a week before the semester ends and I head home for Winter Break. Meaning I will have six glorious weeks of reading and blogging. How exciting is that?
For me, it is pretty damn exciting.
Almost as exciting as this announcement from Ally Carter.
It is too much awesome to handle, especially when one realizes this means Ally will have THREE books out in 2013 (Heist Society 3, Gallagher Girls 6, and now Double Crossed). I can barely contain my excitement!
Well, that is all for today. I hope you all have a wonderful Tuesday. See you soon!
This past weekend was hell. The kind of hell induced by a large final project that consumes your life and deprives you of sleep. Of course, there was an upside to this hell: my project was a redesign of this here blog. I started from scratch, building a new website with PHP, HTML, and the aid of Twitter Bootstrap.
As I said, it was hell. Setting up the website meant spending a disgusting amount of time weeding through old posts, revising old reviews, re-examining my blog's structure, changing every comma and quotation mark and dash, and other equally tedious tasks. Yet, as bad as this was, when I was going through my old posts, I found myself falling in love with blogging and reading and reviewing all over again. I had forgotten the thrill of reading a good book and how one can convey that love through reviews.
Fortunately, this epiphany occurred a week before the semester ends and I head home for Winter Break. Meaning I will have six glorious weeks of reading and blogging. How exciting is that?
For me, it is pretty damn exciting.
Almost as exciting as this announcement from Ally Carter.
Macey McHenry—Glamorous society girl or spy-in-training?Oh yes, Ally Carter has written a cross-over novella. With Hale. And Macey. And Kat. And Aunt Abbey. AND it is free.
W.W. Hale V—Heir to an American dynasty or master thief?
There are two sides to every coin. Whether these two can work together is a tossup.
Born into privilege, Macey and Hale are experts at mingling with the upper class. But even if they’ve never raised an eyebrow at the glitz, neither teenager has ever felt at home with the glamour.
When Macey and Hale meet at a society gala, the party takes a dangerous turn. Suddenly they’re at the center of a hostage situation, and it’s up to them to stop the thugs from becoming hostile. Will Macey’s spy skills and Hale’s con-man ways be enough to outsmart a ruthless gang? Or will they have to seek out the ultimate inside girl to help?
The worlds of Heist Society and the Gallagher Girls collide in Ally Carter’s fast-paced, high-stakes and tantalizing new story. Get a behind the scenes glimpse as Ally delivers an irresistible thriller that is full of her signature style and savvy twists.
It is too much awesome to handle, especially when one realizes this means Ally will have THREE books out in 2013 (Heist Society 3, Gallagher Girls 6, and now Double Crossed). I can barely contain my excitement!
Well, that is all for today. I hope you all have a wonderful Tuesday. See you soon!
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
A Word on Emails + How to Contact Me
A few months ago, I posted about how, due to the large number of emails I receive each week, I would no longer be responding to those review requests I would not be accepting.
Odds are, if you emailed me in the past two month,s you never received a response from me and took it as me not having any interest in your book.
That is not the case.
Since starting school, I experienced an incredible decrease in the volume of emails I received on my blog account. I took it as the book community realizing I had started college and respecting the fact that I was a) far busier than I expected and b) adjusting to a new school.
And then I noticed my spam folder full of "mail delivery errors."
And then I heard talk that someone had sent me an email I never received.
And then I realized Gmail, at some point, developed a glitch in the forwarding system I had set up.
In other words, I have 300+ alerts in my spam folder that emails failed to forward, meaning 300+ people emailed me and never received a response. That, quite honestly, is horrifying.
I am so, so sorry to anyone who has emailed me in these past few months. When Gmail attempted to forward the emails to my other account, it deleted the originals, so now all I have are error messages with snippets of the original emails. At this point, there is not much I can do about those emails. They are, much to my dismay, gone.
Again, I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you. I cannot fix what happened, all I can do is look forward. I believe I have fixed the problem now. That being said:
Odds are, if you emailed me in the past two month,s you never received a response from me and took it as me not having any interest in your book.
That is not the case.
Since starting school, I experienced an incredible decrease in the volume of emails I received on my blog account. I took it as the book community realizing I had started college and respecting the fact that I was a) far busier than I expected and b) adjusting to a new school.
And then I noticed my spam folder full of "mail delivery errors."
And then I heard talk that someone had sent me an email I never received.
And then I realized Gmail, at some point, developed a glitch in the forwarding system I had set up.
In other words, I have 300+ alerts in my spam folder that emails failed to forward, meaning 300+ people emailed me and never received a response. That, quite honestly, is horrifying.
I am so, so sorry to anyone who has emailed me in these past few months. When Gmail attempted to forward the emails to my other account, it deleted the originals, so now all I have are error messages with snippets of the original emails. At this point, there is not much I can do about those emails. They are, much to my dismay, gone.
Again, I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you. I cannot fix what happened, all I can do is look forward. I believe I have fixed the problem now. That being said:
If you sent an email and are still interested in working with me, please resend.
OR
Fill out this form, and I will get in contact with you ASAP.
For these next few weeks, I will be responding to all of my emails. If you do not receive a response within a week, please fill out the form.
Thank you for your patience. Again, my sincerest apologies.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Time Between Us by Tamara Ireland Stone Blog Tour
I am so happy to be able to host a stop on Tamara Ireland Stone's blog tour for her debut novel, Time Between Us, which is out this month. This book has been on my wishlist for quite some time, and I have been enjoying sneaking pages between classes over the past week. My review will be up soon, but you don't have to wait until then to get a taste of Time Between Us. As a part of the tour, I have an excerpt from the novel. I hope you enjoy it!
Even from this distance I can see how young he looks. Younger than the first time I saw him.
He and his friends have been skating around Lafayette Park for the last couple of hours, and now they’re sprawled across the grass, downing Gatorades and passing around a bag of Doritos.
“Excuse me.”
Eight sixteen-year-old heads spin in my direction, looking confused, then curious.
“Are you Bennett?” I ask and wait for him to nod, even though I’m sure it’s him. I’d know him anywhere. “Can I speak with you for a moment? In private?”
He knits his eyebrows together, but then he stands up and flips his skateboard over to keep it from rolling down the hill. I catch him looking back at his friends and shrugging as he follows me to the closest bench. He sits at the opposite end, as far away from me as possible.
Everything about him is so similar, so familiar, that I almost scoot over to close the distance, like I would have done so naturally when I was younger. But sixteen years have come between us, and that’s enough to keep me on my side of the bench.
“Hi.” My voice shakes, and I twist a curly strand of hair around my finger before catching myself and returning my hand to my sides, pressing both palms into the wooden slats.
“Ummm . . . Hi?” he says. He studies me through the uncomfortable silence. “I’m sorry, am I supposed to know you or something?”
My instinct is to say yes, but I stop myself, press my lips together, and shake my head instead. He doesn’t know me. Not yet. “I’m Anna. Here.” I reach into my bag, pull out the sealed white envelope, and smile as I hold it out to him.
He takes the letter and turns it over a few times.
“I thought it would be safer to explain in writing.” My next words are the most important. After all my practice, I should have this part perfected, but I think through each word in my head again, just to be sure. “It’s too easy for me to say the wrong thing today, and if I do, we may never meet at all.”
His head springs up, and he stares at me, wide-eyed. No one’s ever said anything like that to him before, and with that one statement, he knows that I’m in on his secret.
“I’d better go.” I stand up. “Read that when you’re alone, okay?” I leave him on the bench and walk back down the hill. I keep my eyes glued to a single sailboat skimming across the San Francisco Bay so
I won’t turn around. After years of agonizing over this moment, I expect to feel relieved, but I don’t—I just miss him all over again.
What I just did could change everything, or it could change nothing. But I have to try. I’ve got nothing to lose. If my plan doesn’t work, my life will remain the same: Safe. Comfortable. Perfectly average.
But that wasn’t the life I originally chose.
From Time Between Us © 2012 by Tamara Ireland Stone Reprinted by Permission of Disney•Hyperion, an imprint of Disney Book Group LLC. All Rights Reserved.
For more information on Time Between Us and Tamara Ireland Stone, visit Stone on the web, Facebook, and Twitter.
Anna and Bennett were never supposed to meet: she lives in 1995 Chicago and he lives in 2012 San Francisco. But Bennett’s unique ability to travel through time and space brings him into Anna’s life, and with him, a new world of adventure and possibility. As their relationship deepens, they face the reality that time might knock Bennett back where he belongs, even as a devastating crisis throws everything they believe into question. Against a ticking clock, Anna and Bennett are forced to ask themselves how far they can push the bounds of fate—and what consequences they can bear in order to stay together.
Excerpt
san francisco, california
Even from this distance I can see how young he looks. Younger than the first time I saw him.
He and his friends have been skating around Lafayette Park for the last couple of hours, and now they’re sprawled across the grass, downing Gatorades and passing around a bag of Doritos.
“Excuse me.”
Eight sixteen-year-old heads spin in my direction, looking confused, then curious.
“Are you Bennett?” I ask and wait for him to nod, even though I’m sure it’s him. I’d know him anywhere. “Can I speak with you for a moment? In private?”
He knits his eyebrows together, but then he stands up and flips his skateboard over to keep it from rolling down the hill. I catch him looking back at his friends and shrugging as he follows me to the closest bench. He sits at the opposite end, as far away from me as possible.
Everything about him is so similar, so familiar, that I almost scoot over to close the distance, like I would have done so naturally when I was younger. But sixteen years have come between us, and that’s enough to keep me on my side of the bench.
“Hi.” My voice shakes, and I twist a curly strand of hair around my finger before catching myself and returning my hand to my sides, pressing both palms into the wooden slats.
“Ummm . . . Hi?” he says. He studies me through the uncomfortable silence. “I’m sorry, am I supposed to know you or something?”
My instinct is to say yes, but I stop myself, press my lips together, and shake my head instead. He doesn’t know me. Not yet. “I’m Anna. Here.” I reach into my bag, pull out the sealed white envelope, and smile as I hold it out to him.
He takes the letter and turns it over a few times.
“I thought it would be safer to explain in writing.” My next words are the most important. After all my practice, I should have this part perfected, but I think through each word in my head again, just to be sure. “It’s too easy for me to say the wrong thing today, and if I do, we may never meet at all.”
His head springs up, and he stares at me, wide-eyed. No one’s ever said anything like that to him before, and with that one statement, he knows that I’m in on his secret.
“I’d better go.” I stand up. “Read that when you’re alone, okay?” I leave him on the bench and walk back down the hill. I keep my eyes glued to a single sailboat skimming across the San Francisco Bay so
I won’t turn around. After years of agonizing over this moment, I expect to feel relieved, but I don’t—I just miss him all over again.
What I just did could change everything, or it could change nothing. But I have to try. I’ve got nothing to lose. If my plan doesn’t work, my life will remain the same: Safe. Comfortable. Perfectly average.
But that wasn’t the life I originally chose.
From Time Between Us © 2012 by Tamara Ireland Stone Reprinted by Permission of Disney•Hyperion, an imprint of Disney Book Group LLC. All Rights Reserved.
For more information on Time Between Us and Tamara Ireland Stone, visit Stone on the web, Facebook, and Twitter.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Also Hitting Shelves Today
Oh, hello there again.
It just came to my attention that I left a book off my list of titles hitting shelves today. Remember how I said only a few books have made me cry? Well, the co-author of this releases, Jenny Han, may not have made me cry, but she certainly played games with my heart. Her Summer series is one of my all-time favorites, and I am so happy to see she has another series coming out. Plus, the series is co-written with Siobhan Vivian, who is said to be wonderful.
I have already read Burn for Burn (in fact, I was working on my review last night), and I would definitely recommend it, especially if you liked John Tucker Must Die.
Enjoy!
BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY...
THEY GET EVEN.
Lillia has never had any problems dealing with boys who like her. Not until this summer, when one went too far. No way will she let the same thing happen to her little sister.
Kat is tired of the rumours, the insults, the cruel jokes. It all goes back to one person– her ex-best friend– and she's ready to make her pay.
Four years ago, Mary left Jar Island because of a boy. But she's not the same girl anymore. And she's ready to prove it to him.
Three very different girls who want the same thing: sweet, sweet revenge. And they won't stop until they each had a taste.
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