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fabulously chic Web…logging gossip is already taken。
And while we？re all busy reinventing ourselves； there will be a whole new set of gorgeous girls
in our school uniforms and TSE cashmere cardigans trying on oversize tortoiseshell sunglasses at
Barneys after school。 It？s hard to believe； but we？ll soon be？sigh？replaced by the guys and girls
who have been carefully studying us from afar。 So consider this our last hurrah： it？s our chance to
take the silver Range Rover LR3s we got for graduation for a ride at daybreak around
Manhattan？s silent streets。 Our last chance to wake up the investment banker next door with
rooftop parties at our Fifth Avenue townhouses。 To spend a fortune on Chlo？ bags and Marchesa
gowns at Bergdorf？s on daddy？s black AmEx card。 Ah； heaven。 Speaking of which 。 。 。
trouble in paradise 。 。 。
Everyone who？s anyone saw or has heard about the spectacle ofB andN atS ？s birthday party up
at her country house in Ridgefield； Connecticut； last month。 But was I the only one who sawS
standing out by her pool that night； dipping her toes in the water and wiping her face with the back
of her hand afterB andN disappeared upstairs？ Were those real tears？ Seems mighty close to a
certain perfume ad if you ask me。 。 。 。 And what did she think of their early a。m。 departure on her
birthday morning？B andN may have sailed off into the sunset？literally： their sailboat was last seen
due south of Hyannis？but how long can they really stay at sea？ Something tells me there？s more
drama on the sun…splashed horizon。
。 。 。 and trouble on the home front
No one？s ever accusedD of being happy； but I？ll be the first one to call him out on being pretty
darn 。 。 。 gay。 And not just the metrosexual； let？s…go…shopping at Thomas Pink kind？although his
wardrobe could do with a little spruce…up？but the kissing…other…boys…kind。 Is he ready to e out？
Or will he succumb toV ？s prickly…headed charms and go hetero once again？ If not； I can always
hire him to redecorate my bedroom 。 。 。 or not。
your e…mail
Q：Dear GG；
I was atS ？s legendary pre…birthday bash in Ridgefield last month； and I could？ve sworn I saw
her sneak out toN ？s Aston Martin at； like； 6 a。m。 and shove something in the glove partment。
Okay； so I？d hadway too many Tanqueray gimlets； but it looked awfully suspicious。 Whatever she
had in her hand looked a lot like an envelope？but full of what； I wonder。 Whatever it was was
probably totally illegal； but I passed out before I could find out。 Any ideas？
？Confused and Still Hammered
A：Dear CSH；
Confused is right。 Our sweetS may have dated a rock star； but she does not party like one？at least
not lately。 I？ll bet anything what you saw inS？ s hand was a simple letter。 So the real question is；
What did it say？ I？m one curious cat； and believe me； my kittens； when I find out； we？ll all be
purring with contentment。
？GG
Q：Dear GG；
My dad is a producer here in Beverly Hills； and last night he screened a rough cut ofBreakfast at
Fred？s in our screening room； and all I can say is 。 。 。 wow！ I always thought thatS was just
another ditzy； genetically blessed socialite； but that girl can really act！
？Beverly Hills Brat
A：Dear BHB；
Tell me something I don？t know。 The buzz overBreakfast at Fred？s has reached the East Coast；
too？I overheard two studio execs at an Amagansett cocktail party （and； no； I？m not divulging
which one） agree thatBAF is going to be the break…out hit of the fall season？can you say
pull…outVanity Fair cover？ Buzzzzzzzzz。 。 。 。
？GG
sightings
Swandering all over New York City in a pair of enormous； quilt…patterned black Chanel
sunglasses； feeding the ducks inCentral Park and going to old movies at theAngelika by herself；
looking rather lonely。 I？m sure there are more than a few boys out there who？d be happy to keep
her pany。 。 。 。 A thirty…foot boat that looks a mighty lot like theCharlotte approaching the wharf
atBattery Park； one brunette girl and one sandy…blond boy aboard。 S might have pany sooner
than she thinks。 。 。 。V atBarnes & Noble on Eighty…third and Broadway； standing nervously in the
checkout line； a book entitledLove Me； I？m Gay tucked under one arm。 A little light summer
reading？ Our old friendJ at the airport in Prague waving goodbye as a wild…haired woman in a
turquoise caftan boarded a New York…bound plane。 Isn？tJ the one who？s supposed to be heading
back？ Maybe it？s an exchange program。 。 。 。K andI inthe Conran Shop on 60th and 1st； selecting
dorm room furniture to be shipped to Rollins next week。 Umm； word to the wise； girlies： you
might not have room for that cherry…red Eames sofa in your ten…by…ten double unless you？re both
planning on sleeping on it。 。 。 。 With those two； you never know。
Okay； my darlings； I？m off to the SoHo House rooftop pool with my favorite gossip rags in hand
to enjoy the last days of this hot and sultry summer。 Want to join me？ Oops； too bad； it？s members
only。 Maybe you can sneak up the back stairway。 After all； it？s almost time for that pre…college；
back…to…school shopping spree at Barneys； and I want to look my tanned and freckled best for my
dressing room debut。 I？ve had my eye on a little ivory wool Stella McCartney jumper for months。
And； as always； you know I have my eye onyou。
You know you love me。
gossip girl
Once upon a time on the Upper East Side of New York City； two beautiful girls fell in love with
one perfect boy。 。 。 。
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it had to be you
the gossip girl prequel
and find out how it all began。
by the #1New York Times bestselling author
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Disclaimer： All the real names of places； people； and events have been altered or abbreviated to
protect the innocent。 Namely； me。
hey people！
Ever have that totally freakish feeling that someone is listening in on your conversations； spying
on you and your friends； following you to parties； and generally stalking you？ Well； they are。 Or
actually；I am。 The truth is； I？ve been here all along； because I？m one of you。
Feeling totally lost？ Don？t get out much？ Don？t know who ？we？ are？ Allow me to explain。
We？re an exclusive group of indescribably beautiful people who happen to live in those majestic；
green…awninged； white…glove…doorman buildings near Central Park。 We attend Manhattan？s most
elite single…sex private schools。 Our families own yachts and estates in various exotic locations
throughout the world。 We frequent all the best beaches and the most exclusive ski resorts。 We？re
seated immediately at the nicest restaurants in the chicest neighborhoods without a reservation。
We turn heads。 But don？t confuse us with Hollywood actors or models or rock stars？those people
you feel like you know because you hear so much about them； but who are actually pletely
boring pared to the parts they play or the songs they sing。 There？s nothing boring about me or
my friends； and the more I tell you about us； the more you？re going to want to know。 I？ve kept
quiet until now； but something has happened and I just can？t stay quiet about it。 。 。 。
the greatest story ever told
We learned in our first eleventh…grade creative writing class this week that most great stories
begin in one of the following fashions： someone mysteriously disappears or a stranger es to
town。 The story I？m about to tell is of the ？someone mysteriously disappears？ variety。
To be specific；S isgone。
In order to unravel the mystery of why she？s left and where she？s gone； I？m going to have to
backtrack to last winter？the winter of our sophomore year？when the La Mer skin cream hit the fan
and our pretty pink rose…scented bubble burst。 It all started with three inseparable； perfectly
innocent； ？ber…gorgeous fifteen…year…olds。 Well； they？re sixteen now； and let？s just say that two of
them arenot that innocent。
If anyone is going to tell this tale it has to be me； because I was at the scene of every crime。 So
sit back while I unravel the past and reveal everyone？s secrets； because I know everything； and
what I don？t know I？ll invent； elaborately。
Admit it： you？re already falling for me。
Love you too 。 。 。
gossip girl
the best stories begin with one boy and two girls
？Truce！？ Serena van der Woodsen screamed as Nate Archibald body…checked her into a
three…foot…high drift of powdery white snow。 Cold and wet； it tunneled into her ears and down her
pants。 Nate dove on top of her； all five…foot eleven inches of his perfect； golden…brown…haired；
glittering…green…eyed； fifteen…year…old boyness。 Nate smelled like Downy and the Kiehl？s
sandalwood soap the maid stocked his bathroom with。 Serena just lay there； trying to breathe with
him on top of her。 ？My scalp is cold；？ she pleaded； getting a mouthful of Nate？s snow…dampened；
godlike curls as she spoke。
Nate sighed reluctantly； as if he could have spent all day ou