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The series revolves around the lives and romances of the privileged socialite teenagers at the Constance Billard School for Girls, an elite private school in New York City 's Upper East Side. The books primarily focus on best friends Blair Waldorf and Serena van der Woodsen , whose experiences are among those chronicled by the eponymous gossip blogger.
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Gossip Girl (Gossip Girl #1)
By Cecily von Ziegesar. Disclaimer: All the real names of places, people, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent.
Namely, me. Ever wondered what the lives of the chosen ones are really like? We all live in huge apartments with our own bedrooms and bathrooms and phone lines. We have unlimited access to money and booze and whatever else we want, and our parents are rarely home, so we have tons of privacy. Our apartments are all within walking distance of the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Fifth Avenue, and the single-sex private schools, like Constance Billard, which most of us go to. Even with a hangover, Fifth Avenue always looks so beautiful in the morning with the sunlight glimmering on the heads of the sexy St.
B with her mother, arguing in a taxi in front of Takashimaya. N enjoying a joint on the steps of the Met. C buying new school shoes at Barneys. And a familiar, tall, eerily beautiful blond girl emerging from a New Haven line train in Grand Central Station. Approximate age, seventeen. Could it be? S is back?! Yes, S is back from boarding school. Her hair is longer, paler. Her blue eyes have that deep mysteriousness of kept secrets.
She is wearing the same old fabulous clothes, now in rags from fending off New England storms. But S is definitely here. Just to be safe, we should all synchronize our watches. I can smell it. My mother cooked him an omelet. She was already on her second glass. What shows did you watch? Who cares? Blair said, stamping her foot. She was wearing her new black ballet flats. Very bow-tie proper preppy, which she could get away with because she could change her mind in an instant and put on her trashy, pointed, knee-high boots and that sexy metallic skirt her mother hated.
Poof—rock star sex kitten. The only way to tolerate the thought of her mother sleeping with that man was to get drunk—very drunk. Luckily Blair and her friends came from the kind of families for whom drinking was as commonplace as blowing your nose. Their parents believed in the quasi-European idea that the more access kids have to alcohol, the less likely they are to abuse it. The same thing went for everything else, like sex or drugs—as long as you kept up appearances, you were all right.
At that very moment Cyrus Rose was standing on the other side of the living room, greeting the dinner guests. He looked like someone who might help you pick out shoes at Saks—bald, except for a small, bushy mustache, his fat stomach barely hidden in a shiny blue double-breasted suit. He jingled the change in his pocket incessantly, and when he took his jacket off, there were big, nasty sweat marks on his underarms.
No kidding. They live in a chateau and run a vineyard together. Which is actually pretty cool if you think about it. As far as Blair was concerned, Cyrus Rose was a completely annoying, fat, loser. Archibald and their son Nate. The only ones still missing were Mr. The Waldorf penthouse had been expensively redecorated that summer in deep reds and chocolate browns, and it was full of antiques and artwork that would have impressed anyone who knew anything about art.
In the center of the dining room table was an enormous silver bowl full of white orchids, pussy willows, and chestnut tree branches—a modern ensemble from Takashimaya, the Fifth Avenue luxury goods store.
Gold-leafed place cards lay on every porcelain plate. Blair was the one getting sloppy. You and Blair have been going out a long time, am I right?
Cyrus said, punching Nate in the arm. He was trying to get the kid to loosen up a little. All these Upper East Side kids were way too uptight. Nate turned redder than the upholstery on the eighteenth-century French chaise next to him. Nate was just spitting back the line that Blair always gave him when he asked her if she was ready to do it or not. Absolutely, Cyrus Rose said. Let me give you some advice, Cyrus told Nate, as if Nate had a choice. Girls like surprises. They want you to keep things interesting.
You know what I mean? Nate nodded, frowning. That was over a month ago, and it was a pretty lame surprise by any standard.
At this rate, he and Blair might never have sex. Poor guy. That night Nate was wearing the moss-green cashmere V-neck sweater Blair had given him last Easter, when her father had taken them skiing in Sun Valley for a week.
Blair liked to think of herself as a hopeless romantic in the style of old movie actresses like Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe. She was always coming up with plot devices for the movie she was starring in at the moment, the movie that was her life.
When he put the sweater on, it looked so good on him that Blair wanted to scream and rip all her clothes off. They kissed for a long time, their cheeks hot and cold at the same time from being out on the slopes all day. So, like a good girl, she sat up and made Nate stop. Only two nights ago, Nate had come over after a party with a half-drunk flask of brandy in his pocket and had lain down on her bed and murmured, I want you, Blair. Once again, Blair had wanted to scream and jump on top of him, but she resisted.
Nate fell asleep, snoring softly, and Blair lay down next to him and imagined that she and Nate were starring in a movie in which they were married and he had a drinking problem, but she would stand by him always and love him forever, even if he occasionally wet the bed.
She and Nate had barely seen each other at all over the summer because she had gone to that horrible boot camp of a tennis school in North Carolina, and Nate had gone sailing with his father off the coast of Maine. Blair wanted to make sure that after spending the whole summer apart they still loved each other as much as ever.
She had wanted to wait to have sex until her seventeenth birthday next month. Nate was looking better than ever. The moss-green sweater had turned his eyes a dark, sparkling green, and his wavy brown hair was streaked with golden blond from his summer on the ocean. And, just like that, Blair knew she was ready. She took another sip of her scotch. Oh, yes. She was definitely ready.
What are you two talking about? She looked fantastic. Everyone thought so. She does look thinner, Blair heard Mrs. Bass whisper to Mrs. It hides the scars, Mrs. Coates whispered back. Open navigation menu. Close suggestions Search Search. User Settings. Skip carousel. Carousel Previous. Carousel Next. What is Scribd? Find your next favorite book Become a member today and read free for 30 days Start your free 30 days. Book Information Home Books Children's.
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Written by Cecily von Ziegesar and from Overblog. Enter the world of Gossip Girla world of jealousy and betrayal, where everything is hip, beautiful, and far more fantastic than anything you ever imagined. It's February and most cities are a cold, great wasteland. But not New York. At least, not my New York. Our college applications are in and it's time to view off some steam. Best of all, Fashion Week is just around the corner, giving us plenty of opportunities to get dressed up and go completely wild.
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Links provided above are NOT working and basically you will just waste your time. I've spent some hours looking for the real and complete ebook set and guess what? I have already found it and will be sharing here!
Невозможно. Что это должно означать. Такого понятия, как шифр, не поддающийся взлому, не существует: на некоторые из них требуется больше времени, но любой шифр можно вскрыть. Есть математическая гарантия, что рано или поздно ТРАНСТЕКСТ отыщет нужный пароль. - Простите.
Именно так, черт возьми. Я был там, внизу. Резервное питание подает слишком мало фреона. - Спасибо за подсказку, - сказал Стратмор. - У ТРАНСТЕКСТА есть автоматический выключатель. В случае перегрева он выключится без чьей-либо помощи. - Вы сумасшедший, - с презрением в голосе ответил Хейл.
Was passiert? - нервно спросил. - Что происходит. Беккер не удостоил его ответом.
А метод грубой силы? - предложил Бринкерхофф. - Можно ли с его помощью найти ключ. Джабба всплеснул руками. - Ради всего святого.
Сьюзан шла следом за ним, размышляя, по-прежнему ли Хейл прячется в Третьем узле. Свет от монитора Стратмора отбрасывал на них жутковатую тень. Сьюзан старалась держаться поближе к шефу на небольшой платформе с металлическими поручнями.
Попробовал пошевелиться и ощутил резкую боль. Попытался что-то сказать, но голоса не. Зато был другой голос, тот, что звал. Кто-то рядом с ним попытался его приподнять. Он потянулся к голосу.