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New　York　Timesbestselling　GOSSIP　GIRL　series　
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　Gossip　Girl　

You　Know　You　Love　Me　

All　I　Want　Is　Everything　

Because　I？m　Worth　It　

I　Like　It　Like　That　

You？re　The　One　That　I　Want　

Nobody　Does　It　Better　

Nothing　Can　Keep　Us　Together　

Only　In　Your　Dreams　

　Would　I　Lie　To　You　

And　keep　your　eye　out　for　Don？t　You　Forget　About　Me；　ing　May　2007。　

EVERY　GIRL　DREAMS　ABOUT　IT。　

SOME　JUST　HAVE　IT。　

HOW　FAR　WILL　ONE　GIRL　GO　TO　BEE？

　theit　girl　

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Be　sure　to　read　both　novels　in　theNew　York　Times　bestselling　it　girl　series；　created　by　Cecily　von　


Ziegesar；　author　of　the　#1　bestselling　GOSSIP　GIRL　series。　
And　keep　your　eye　out　forReckless　；　ing　November　2006。　

gossip　girl　novels　by　Cecily　von　Ziegesar：　
Gossip　Girl　
You　Know　You　Love　Me　
All　I　Want　Is　Everything　
Because　I？m　Worth　It　
I　Like　It　Like　That　
You？re　The　One　That　I　Want　
Nobody　Does　It　Better　
Nothing　Can　Keep　Us　Together　
Only　In　Your　Dreams　
Would　I　Lie　To　You　
If　you　like　gossip　girl；　you　may　also　enjoy：　
Bass　Ackwards　and　Belly　Upby　Elizabeth　Craft　and　Sarah　Fain　
Secrets　of　My　Hollywood　Lifeby　Jen　Calonita　
Hatersby　Alisa　Valdes…Rodriguez　

Where　the　girls　all　go　

？Are　you　going　to　try　that　on？？　a　weirdly　underdeveloped　senior　named　Alison　Baker　asked　Blair　
Waldorf　timidly。　Blair　pushed　the　silver　hanger　down　the　rail　toward　Alison。　A　white；　


cardboard…stiff　linen　tunic　by　some　random　Scandinavian　designer？No；　thanks　。　

？Take　it；？　she　responded　generously。　

Alison　had　thin；　waist…length　brown　hair；　a　gap　between　her　front　teeth；　and　was　bone　thin。　She　
wore　a　white　button…down　oxford　shirt　every　day　and　the　type　of　navy　blue　lace…up　shoes　that　
Constance　Billard　required　in　kindergarten　but　which　were　phased　out　of　the　uniform　in　first　grade。　
Once；　in　fourth　grade；　Alison　had　peed　in　her　pants　in　the　library　because　she　wouldn？t　go　to　the　
bathroom　before　finishingAnne　of　Green　Gables　；　and　she？d　had　to　spend　the　rest　of　the　day　
wearing　a　pair　of　too…small　mustard　yellow　cable…knit　Hanna　Andersson　wool　tights　from　the　lost　
and　found　with　no　underwear。

　Scratch；　scratch。　

In　sixth　grade；　Alison　had　unsuccessfully　invited　Blair　to　her　country　house　in　Osterville　on　Cape　
Cod　two　weekends　in　a　row　before　finally　giving　up。　She？d　then　proceeded　to　spread　a　nasty　
rumor　that　Blair？s　father　wouldn？t　let　her　go　away　on　weekends　because　he　and　Blair　were　having　
an　incestuous　relationship　and　that　was　the　only　time　they　had　together。　

Blair？s　totallygay　dad？　Hello；　stupidness？　

？That　dress　would　look　fantastic　on　you。　My　shoulders　are　way　too　narrow　for　it；？　Blair　lied。　

Alison　pulled　the　tunic　dress　on　over　her　oxford　shirt　and　let　her　Constance　Billard　uniform　fall　
to　the　floor。　The　dress　hung　from　her　stick…figure　body　like　a　soggy　potato　sack。　With　her　mousy　
brown　hair　in　a　limp　middle　part；　she　looked　like　the　girl　who　gets　possessed　by　a　demon　in　that　
sick　horror　filmThe　Exorcist　。　？Do　you　think　it？s　too　big？？　she　asked　Blair。　

Even　Blair　didn？t　have　the　heart　to　pretend　that　Alison　actually　looked　good。　？Maybe；？　she　
replied；　too　preoccupied　with　the　pile　of　brightly　colored；　slinky　silk　jersey　Diane　von　Furstenberg　
cami…dresses　to　care　anymore。　

？Hey；　I　was　about　to　try　that　one　on！？　Isabel　Coates　whipped　a　frothy　white　Stella　McCartney　
frock　out　of　Rain　Hoffstetter？s　hands　and　held　it　up　to　her　ladder…tall；　waistless　frame。　She　was　
growing　out　her　bangs　and　her　sleek；　dark　hair　was　bobby…pinned　down　to　her　forehead　in　seven　
different　places　in　a　sort　of　intentional　disarray　that　looked　semi…cool　and　semiretarded。　

？Hello？　That？s　a　size　two。　Noway　are　you　a　size　two；？　Rain　countered；　gripping　the　hem　of　the　
dress　and　threatening　to　rip　it　out　of　Isabel？s　hands。　？I？m　shorter　than　you；？　she　insisted　
determinedly；　even　though；　like　Isabel；　Rain　was　a　lot　closer　to　a　size　six　than　a　size　two。　

？I　don？t　know　why　you　guys　are　being　such　bitches　about　that　stupid　dress；？　Blair　yawned　over　
at　them　as　she　moved　on　to　a　rack　of　beaded　lilac…and…pink　Sea　Island　cotton　Nicole　Farhi　
sweetheart　sweaters。　？It？soff　…white；　and　look。？　She　pointed　a　pearly　manicured　finger　at　the　white　


satin　padded　hanger　the　frock　hung　from。　？The　belt　that　goes　with　it　ispink　。　Our　graduation　
dresses　have　to　be　totallywhite　。？　

Even　though　it　was　two　sizes　too　small；　Isabel　still　clung　to　the　dress　as　if　her　life　depended　on　
it。　？Well；　maybe　I　don？t　want　it　for　graduation。　Maybe　I　have　a　party　to　go　to　or　something。？　

As　if　she　got　invited　to　secret　parties　that　Blair　didn？t　know　about。　

Today　was　opening　day　for　the　Browns　of　London　trunk　show　in　the　main　ballroom　at　the　St。　
Clair　Hotel；　and　this　particular　group　of　Constance　Billard　senior　girls　had　all　cut　homeroom　to　be　
there。　What　better　way　to　find　the　dress　that　had　been　sampled　in　England　but　never　sold　in　New　
York？the　perfect；　coveted；　one…of…a…kind　graduation　dress。　The　only　problem　was　that　their　
graduation　dresses　had　to　be　all　white；　and　most　designers　shy　away　from　all…white　dresses　so　as　
not　to　invoke　unsexy　images　of　baby　christenings　and　Little　Bo　Peep。　

Not　to　mention　wedding　gowns。　

？Too　bad　this　one　has　a　train；？　Kati　Farkas　mused；　holding　up　a　snowy；　puffy…sleeved　satin　
number　by　Alexander　McQueen　that　looked　like　the　dress　Sleeping　Beauty　had　worn　to　bed　when　
she　slept　for　a　hundred　years。　

？Ew；？Isabel　sniffed。　？The　train　is　definitely　not　the　only　thing　wrong　with　it。？　

The　trunk　show　consisted　of　fifty…eight　racks　of　dresses？including　ball　gowns；　cocktail　dresses；　
wedding　and　brides…maid　dresses；　skirts；　blouses；　cardigans；　and　capri　pants；　two　hat　racks；　and　
even　a　rack　full　of　tiaras；　veils；　and　scarves。　The　clothes　were　gorgeous　and　exquisitely　made；　but　
the　girls　were　not　being　gentle　with　them。　Clothes　were　strewn　all　over　the　claret…colored　carpet；　
and　the　usually　glamorous；　gilt…accented　ballroom　looked　like　the　walk…in　closet　of　a　
fashion…crazed　Upper　East　Side？dwelling　Manhattan　society　hostess　in　a　
pre…getting…dressed…for…a…benefit　alcoholic　frenzy。　

The　throng　of　graduation…dress…hunting　girls　fell　silent　for　a　moment　as　a　tall　blond　girl　with　
enormous　dark　blue　eyes　pushed　open　the　door　to　the　ballroom　and　handed　her　white…and…green　
leather　Louis　Vuitton　Calla　Lily　stuff　sack　over　to　security。　Behind　her　stood　a　tanned　boy　with　
wavy　golden　brown　hair　and　glittering　green　eyes。　

？I　bet　they？re　late　because　they　had　to　get　a　room　first；？　Rain　giggled；　nudging　Nicki　Button　in　
the　ribs。　Over　the　weekend；　Rain　and　Nicki　had　gotten　Japanese　hair　straightening　treatments　
together；　and　their　dark　brown　hair　looked　unnaturally　straight　and　glossy；　like　it　had　been　glued　
on　by　specialists　from　Madame　Tussaud？s　wax　museum　in　London。　

？Look。　Blair　is　totally　pretending　she　didn？t　see　them　e　in。　Oh　my　God；　and　Serena　is；　like；　
walking　right　up　to　her！？　Laura　Salmon　whispered　shrilly。　


Their　arms　full　of　dresses；　the　other　girls　followed　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　with　their　eyes　as　she　
floated　toward　a　rack　of　elegant…but…still…a…little…dorky　straw　sun　hats　two　feet　away　from　Blair　
and　began　to　try　them　on。　

？Nice；？　Nate　Archibald　mented　unenthusiastically　from　where　he　slouched　against　the　wall；　
looking　more　brooding　and　introspective　than　usual。　This　was　the　sort　of　trunk　show　where；　
instead　of　waiting　in　line　forever　for　the　two　private　changing　rooms；　most　girls　stripped　down　in　
between　the　racks　to　try　things　on。　But　Nate　was　the　most　desirable　boy　on　the　Upper　East　Side。　
Girls　got　naked　at　the　snap　of　his　stoned　fingers；　and　it　was　still　he　who　got　ogled；　not　them。　It　was　
no　surprise　that　he　seemed　unimpressed。　It　was　also　obvious　from　the　way　he　kept　his　eyes　trained　
on　his　limited　edition　Stan　Smith　tennis　shoes　that　he　was　doing　his　best　to　pretend　he　hadn？t　
noticed　that　Blair？the　girl　he　was　supposed　spend　the　rest　of　his　life　with　but　had　fucked　over　only　
last　week　by　fooling　around　with　Serena　on　senior　cut　day？was　standing　only　twenty　feet　away；　
glaring　at　him。　

After　walking　in　on　Nate　and　Serena；　Blair　had　sworn　to　herself　that　she　would　not　freak　out　at　
the　sight　of　them；　grab　the　nearest　sharp　or　heavy　object；　and　hurl　it　at　their　heads；　
shouting；　？Cheating；　horny　fuckheads！？　But　she　couldn？t　help　feeling　more　than　a　little　pissed　off　
by　how　good　they　looked　together。　The　natural　highlights　in　Nate？s　hair　were　exactly　the　same　
pale　gold　color　as　Serena？s　hair；　and　they　both　had　the　same　healthy；　sun…drenched　glow；　as　if　
they？d　spent　hours　together　on　a　blanket　in　Sheep　Meadow；　kissing　and　getting　tan。　Serena　was　
wearing　one　of　Nate？s　weather…beaten　navy　blue　short…sleeved　polo　shirts；　its　collar　faded　and　the　
hem　frayed；　and　Nate？s　cheeks　sparkled　a　little　in　the　bright　ballroom　light　from　the　glitter　in　
Serena？s　pale　pink　Vincent　Longo　lip　gloss。　

Which　might　have　been　cute　in　other　circumstances　but　was　definitelynot　cute　right　now。　

Still；　there　was　something　amiss　in　their　togetherness。　Nate　looked　thin　and　depressed；　and　
Serena　looked　distracted　and　spacier　than　usual。　Blair　satisfied　herself　with　the　notion　that　they　
were　definitely　not　happy。　Nate　was　probably　always　too　stoned　to　pay　attention　to　Serena　in　the　
way　that　she　passive…aggressively　demanded。　And　Serena　probably　forgot　to　call　Nate　all　the　time。　
He　pretended　not　to　like　constant　calling；　but　he　secretly　needed　it　the　way　only　children　always　
need　to　be　reminded　that　they　are　the　center　of　the　universe。　With　a　private；　smug　smile；　Blair　
went　back　to　the　rack　of　Ghost　dresses　she？d　been　sorting　through　in　a　halfhearted　attempt　to　find　
something　original　and　irresistible　to　wear　for　Constance　Billard？s　graduation　ceremony；　which　
was　only　two　weeks　away。　

Exactly。　Why　waste　energy　on　hating　them　when　there　were　more　important　matters　to　attend　to；　
like　buying　a　dress？　

Serena　pulled　off　the　hat　she　was　wearing　and　tried　on　a　black　silk　one　with　tiny　faux　pearls　
stitched　all　over　it　and　a　cropped　black　mesh　just…over…the…eyes　veil。　She　pursed　her　glossy　lips　at　
the　mirror　and　decided　she　looked　like　Madonna　inEvita　；　or　some　mobster？s　trophy　wife。　That　
was　one　of　the　things　she　loved　about　acting　so　much。　She　could　bat　her　thick…lashed；　deep　blue　


eyes　at　the　audience　from　behind　a　veil　and　suddenly　she　was　a　tragic　figure　badly　in　need　of　a　
little　TLC　or；　at　the　very　least；　a　stiff　cocktail。　

This　particular　hat　was　very　dramatic；　which　was　exactly　the　way　she？d　been　feeling　lately。　Not　
depressed　dramatic；　or　ecstatic　dramatic；　but　behaving…in…a…way…that…wasn？t…exactly　herself　
dramatic。　She　stole　a　sidelong　glance　at　Blair；　who　was　fervently　flicking　through　a　rack　of　dresses；　
refusing　to　even　acknowledge　Serena？s　presence。　Serena　exchanged　the　black　hat　for　a　hideous　
thick　purple　velvet　headband　with　fake　fruit　and　leaves　sewn　all　over　it。　If　only　Blair　would　look　
her　way；　Serena　knew　she？d　pee　her　pants　with　amusement。　But　Blair　kept　her　back　turned。　Serena　
sighed。　Only　a　week　ago　they？d　been　best　friends　again。　Now　this。　She　and　Nate　were　together；　
and　Blair　wasn？t　speaking　to　them。　

Hooking　up　in　the　bathroom　at　Isabel？s　party　had　been　a　total　accident；　and　if　Blair　hadn？t　
caught　them；　they　probably　would　have　left　it　at　that。　But　it　would　have　been　just　plain　cruel　to　
hook　up　in　front　of　her　and　then　not　try　to　make　it　mean　something。　Though　she　and　Nate　had　
never　actually　discussed　it；　they　both　cared　about　Blair　too　much　not　to　stay　together　so　she　
wouldn？t　think　it　was　just　some　random；　horny　hookup　between　two　beautiful；　self…centered　
people　who　couldn？t　control　themselves。　

Which；　of　course；　it　was。　

Besides；　it　wasn？t　like　being　together　was　hard。　They　were　both　gorgeous；　they　loved　each　
other？always　had？and　Serena？s　Fifth　Avenue　penthouse　was　only　four　blocks　away　from　Nate？s　
town　house　between　Park　and　Lexington。　Plus；　all　they　really　ever　did　was　fool　around　because　a）　
they？d　known　each　other　sin