SURFNETKIDS.COM TEEN BOOK CLUB Got shopping? Get discounts! Visit Surfnetkids: Coupons, Deals and Bargains for hundreds of discounts from dozens of online stores. This week's book: FOREVER IN BLUE by Ann Brashares *New to the book club? Just click on the Missing Read link below for any emails you may have missed. Go to: (Today's book starts after the "Dear Reader" column.) Dear Reader, READ THIS AFTER TODAY'S READ! There are some spoilers, but I still want to get your opinion on these things. Now that you've read the excerpt (hopefully) I have a few questions. Do you have any friends like Julia, or are you Julia? I can relate to Carmen better because even though I exercise a lot, my body image isn't that great. I can also relate to Bridget, not because of her boyfriend, but because she always seems to know when something isn't right and just wants everyone to be happy. Recently some of my friends were in an argument, it was terrible. Myspace was a restricted activity, one friend purposely told on her because the other said she was being immature (talk about irony) and they still don't talk to this day. It's just so hard to still be friends with both. What about you, what characters can you relate to? The incredible A (that's a clue to what my name is, for those of you who are guessing) Email me at: *Read the Classics: THE OUTSIDERS by S. E. Hinton and enter the free Penguin Classic's Drawing. Go to: Missing an email? Go to: =====TODAY'S FOREVER IN BLUE The Fourth Summer of the Sisterhood by Ann Brashares (fiction) Published by Delacorte Press, an imprint of Random House Children's Books ISBN: 9780385729369 Text Copyright (c) 2007 by Ann Brashares To reference this email: FOREVER (Part 3 of 5) (continued from Tuesday) After she hung up with her mother, the phone rang again. "Carmen, where are you?" Julia Wyman sounded annoyed. Carmen glanced behind her at her clock. "We're supposed to be doing a run-through on set in...now!" "I'm coming," Carmen said, pulling on her socks as she held the phone with her shoulder. "I'll be right there." She hustled out of her dorm and to the theater. She remembered along the way that her hair was dirty and she'd meant to change her pants, because the ones she was wearing made her feel particularly fat. But did it matter? Nobody was looking at her. Julia was waiting for her backstage. "Can you help me with this?" For her role in the production, Julia wore a long tweed skirt, and the waist was too big for her. Carmen bent down to work on the safety pin. "How's that?" she asked, pinning the waistband in the back. "Better. Thanks. How does it look?" Julia looked good in it. Julia looked good in most things, and she didn't need Carmen to tell her so. But Carmen did anyway. In a strange way, it was Julia's job to look good for both of them. It was Carmen's job to appreciate her for it. "I think Roland is waiting for you onstage." Carmen stepped onto the stage, but Roland didn't appear to be waiting for her. He didn't react in any way when he saw her. These days she felt her presence had the same effect as a ghost--nobody noticed her, but the air suddenly got cold. Carmen squinted and tried to make herself small. She did not like being onstage when the lights were on. "Did you need something?" she asked Roland. "Oh, yeah." He was trying to remember. "Can you fix the curtain in the parlor? It's falling off." "Sure," she said quickly, wondering if she should feel guilty. Was she the one who put it up last? She positioned the ladder, climbed up three rungs, and aimed a staple gun at the plywood wall. Set building was strange in that it was always about the impression, made to be seen from particular angles and not made to last. It existed in space and time not as a thing, but as a trick. She liked the "chunk" sound of the staple clawing into the wall. It was one of the things she'd learned at college: how to operate a staple gun. Her dad was paying a lot of money for that. She'd learned other stuff too. How to gain seventeen pounds eating cafeteria food and chocolate at night when you felt lonely. How to be invisible to guys. How to not wake up for your nine o'clock psychology class. How to wear sweatshirts almost every day because you felt self-conscious about your body. How to elude the people you loved most in the world. How to be invisible to pretty much everyone, including yourself. It was lucky she'd gotten to know Julia. Carmen was very fortunate, she knew. Because Julia was one of the most visible people on campus. They balanced each other out. Without Julia on the campus of Williams College, Carmen privately suspected she might disappear altogether. To: From: Subject: Carmen-the-Bear We are having carmic disturbances around here. I know you're in your hibernation and I, of all people, get what that's about. But Carma, it's June. Time to come out and be with your friends who love you. We tried to go to Gilda's, but without you we could not go on. Could not. The buzzing Bee It was different being a girl with a boyfriend. Bridget meditated upon this as she walked along Edgemere Street on the way from Lena's house to her own. Her meditation had begun moments before, when a guy she knew vaguely from high school leaned out of his car and yelled "Hey, gorgeous!" and blew her a kiss. In the past she might have shouted something at him. She might have blown him back a kiss. She might have given him the finger, depending on her mood. But somehow, it all seemed different now that she was a girl with a boyfriend. She had spent almost a year getting used to it. It was particularly complex when you only saw that boyfriend for a day or two every month--when he went to school in New York City and you went to school in Providence, Rhode Island. Your status was more theoretical. For every guy who shouted from his car window, for every guy you passed on the way to Freshman Psychology who sort of checked you out, you thought, "What he doesn't realize is that I have a boyfriend." Each time she saw Eric's remarkable face, each time he appeared at the door of her dorm room or came to meet her at Port Authority in New York, it all came back. The way he kissed her. The way he wore his pants, the way he stayed up all night with her getting her ready for her Spanish midterm. But it became theoretical again after Eric told her about Mexico. He'd gotten a job as assistant director at their old camp in Baja. "I'm leaving the day after classes end," he'd told her on the phone in April. There was no uncertainty in it, no question or lingering pause. There was nothing for her. 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