gossip girl 11 英文-第43章

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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。　。　。　。　

Turn　the　page　for　a　sneak　peek　of　


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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　

Cecily　von　Ziegesar　

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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