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, It's been fun reading with you guys, I hope you liked the book, (for the guys out there, sorry it was sort of a chick flick, it was still good though right?) Valentine's Day was recently, what did you do in celebration of it? I went to a dinner theatre, my youth pastor and his wife were in it, it was awesome. They have three little kids who are absolutely adorable. The two oldest who aren't above six try to play tag and tag you even if you aren't it. They just run around poking you and yelling tag. Since they just moved here, it's kinda funny, in fall they went around in their winter jackets, 'cause they're from down south, but we love them just the same. Thanks for reading with me! Sincerely, (drum roll please) Ali 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 5 of 5) (continued from Thursday) In the four years since she'd first met Brian, many things had changed. Though Brian insisted he'd loved her from the first time he met her, she'd thought he was a doofus for the ages. She'd been wrong. She was often wrong. Now she got a deep abdominal tingle whenever she thought of being near him. It had been nine months since they'd...what? She hated the term "hooked up." Nine months since they'd swum in their underwear after hours in the public pool and kissed fiercely and pressed themselves together until their hands and toes turned pruney and their lips blue. They hadn't had s ex yet. Not officially, in spite of Brian's pleas. But since that night in August, she felt as though her body belonged to Brian, and his body to her. Ever since that night in the pool, the way they loved each other had changed. Before it they each took up their own space. After it they took up space together. Before that night if he touched his ankle to hers under the dinner table, she blushed and obsessed and sweated through her shirt. After that night they always had some part touching. They read together on a twin bed with every part of their bodies overlapping, still concentrating on their books. Well, concentrating a little on their books. Tonight this place would be quiet. On some level she missed Bernie, who practiced her opera singing from nine to ten, and Deirdre, who cooked actual food in the communal floor kitchen. But it was restful being alone. She would write e-mails to her friends and shave her armpits and legs before Brian came tomorrow. Maybe she would order pad thai from the place around the corner. She would pick it up so she wouldn't have to pay the tip for delivery. She hated to be cheap, but she couldn't afford to lay out another five dollars. She fit her key into the loose lock. So imprecise was the lock she suspected it would turn for virtually any key in the dorm. Maybe any key in the world. It was a tarty little lock. She swung open the door and felt once again the familiar appreciation for her single. Who cared if it was seven by nine feet? Who cared if it fit more like a suit of clothes than an actual room? It was hers. Unlike at home, her stuff stayed the way she left it. Her gaze went first to the light pulsing under the power button on her computer. It went second to the steady green light of her camera's battery, fully charged. It went third to the glimmer of shine in the eyeball of a large, brown-haired boy sitting on her bed. There was the lurch. Stomach, legs, ribs, brain. There was the pounding of the heart. "Brian!" "Hey," he said mutedly. She could tell he was trying not to scare her. She dropped her bag and went to him, instantly folding up in his eager limbs. "I thought you were coming tomorrow." "I can't last five days," he said, his face pressed into her ear. It was so good to feel him all around her. She loved this feeling. She would never get used to it. It was too good. Unfairly good. She couldn't dislodge her worldview that things balanced out. You paid for what you got. In happiness terms, this always felt like a spending spree. Most guys said they'd call you tomorrow and they called you the next Saturday or not at all. Most guys said they'd be there at eight and showed up at nine-fifteen. They kept you comfortless, wanting and wishing, and annoyed at yourself for every moment you spent that way. That was not Brian. Brian promised to come on Saturday and he came on Friday instead. "Now I'm happy," he said from her neck. She looked down at the side of his face, at his manly forearm. He was so handsome, and yet he wore it lightly. The way he looked was not what made her love him, but was it wrong to notice? He rolled her over onto the bed. She pried off her running shoes with her toes. He pulled up her shirt and laid his head on her bare stomach, his arms around her hips, his knees bent at the wall. If this room was small for her, it barely contained Brian when he stretched out. He couldn't help kicking the wall now and then. Tonight she was glad not to have to feel guilt toward the guy in 11-C. It was something like a miracle, this was. Their own room. No hiding, no fibbing, no getting away with it. No parent to whom you must account for your time. No curfew to bump up against. Time stretched on. They would eat what they felt like for dinner--or at least, what they could afford. She remembered the night they'd had two Snickers bars apiece for dinner and ice cream for dessert. They would fall asleep together, his hand on her breast or the valley of her waist, and wake up together in the sunshine from her east-facing window. It was so good. Too good. How could she ever afford this? "I love you," he murmured, his hands reaching up under her shirt. He didn't hang around for that beat, that momentary vacuum where she was meant to respond in kind. His hands were already up under her shoulders, unbending himself over her for a real kiss. He didn't need her to say it back. She used to have the idea--an untested belief, really--that you loved someone in a kind of mirror dance. You loved in exact response to how much they were willing to love you. Brian wasn't like that. He did his loving openly and without call for reciprocation. It was something that awed her, but that set him apart, as though he spoke Mandarin or could dunk a basketball. She plunged her hand under his T-shirt, feeling his warm back, his angel bones. "I love you," she said. He didn't ask for the words, but she gave them. Hardcover: Today's read ends on page 25. Monday we begin the book SNIPER by Theodore Taylor. =========BUY Use this link to get the best price on this week's book: To locate or purchase OTHER BOOKS use this link: =======SHARE THE You can forward this email to your friends and relatives. Encourage them to join our book clubs. It's a great way to stay in touch even if you live thousands of miles apart. Questions, comments or book suggestions? Contact me, Barbara J. Feldman, at: Inc., 991C Lomas Santa Fe Dr. #415 Solana Beach, CA 92075 You are currently buy onlined to surfteen as: To purchase send a blank email to To join any of the free Surfnetkids Book Clubs, visit:

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