A Girl Named Digit

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"A first novel that combines adventure, mystery, love, and humor."—Booklist

 
Farrah "Digit" Higgins has left her geek self behind in another school district so she can blend in with the popular crowd at Santa Monica High and actually enjoy her senior year. But when Farrah, the daughter of a UCLA math professor, unknowingly cracks a terrorist group's number sequence, her laid-back senior year gets a lot more interesting. Soon she is personally ...

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Overview

"A first novel that combines adventure, mystery, love, and humor."—Booklist

 
Farrah "Digit" Higgins has left her geek self behind in another school district so she can blend in with the popular crowd at Santa Monica High and actually enjoy her senior year. But when Farrah, the daughter of a UCLA math professor, unknowingly cracks a terrorist group's number sequence, her laid-back senior year gets a lot more interesting. Soon she is personally investigating the case, on the run from terrorists, and faking her own kidnapping—all while trying to convince a young, hot FBI agent to take her seriously.

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Editorial Reviews

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"Conspiracy, humor, romance, and math puzzles are all skillfully blended elements in this clever story . . . bound to be a popular title."—VOYA, 5Q 4P J S "This novel is so much fun to read that readers will buy it all, thanks to Farrah's smart, witty voice and the gentle romance between John and Farrah."—Kirkus
VOYA - Mary Ann Darby
Farrah "Digit" Higgins has spent her high school career trying to conceal the fact that she is a math genius, so she hides her perfect SAT math scores and early admission to MIT and works to blend in. She certainly does not let her friends know that her bedroom is covered in clever bumper stickers or that she has a picture of a tree on her cell phone in case her brain goes into overdrive with number puzzles. But in an unguarded moment at home, she sees a series of numbers in the corner of a television show, then two more series, and her brain automatically tries to make sense of them. A terrorist action seems to fit with the numbers, and after she reports her suspicions to the FBI, Farrah ends up working with John, a good-looking young agent, to unravel the plot. Complications ensue, but all ends well. Monaghan's story opens with Digit watching the announcement of her own (staged) kidnapping, immediately snagging readers by plunging them into intrigue. Conspiracy, humor, romance, and math puzzles are all skillfully blended elements in this clever story. Both junior high and high school teens will enjoy the engaging adventures of Digit, a likeable protagonist with a strong voice. The plot moves quickly, and this is bound to be a popular title. Reviewer: Mary Ann Darby
Children's Literature - Justina Engebretson
Most high school seniors are just trying to figure out the solution to their algebra problems, but Farrah Higgins is not a typical senior. Farrah, known by her family as Digit, is busy cracking terrorist codes and getting kidnapped by the FBI. It is not as bad as it sounds; after all, her kidnapper is John Bennett, the very young and very cute FBI agent assigned to guard her and assist on a terrorist case. Of course there are the downsides to working for the FBI, such as no cell phones, no showers, and those people who are out to kill anyone who stands in their way. Will Digit and John be able to solve the puzzle in time to save many innocent lives? This young adult novel is full of action-packed adventure with the perfect blend of mystery and romance. The romance and language in this book is clean and inoffensive. Full of quirky characters and a unique plot that is refreshing and fun, this book will mostly likely attract a large number of teenage girls. Reviewer: Justina Engebretson
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—Farrah "Digit" Higgins is a quirky math genius who wallpapers her bedroom in bumper stickers and is embarrassed by her brilliance. "There's a fine line between a gift and a disability," she believes. Farrah changes schools with the hope that she can blend in with the crowd, become an average teenager, and enjoy her senior year. However, her aspirations for a regular life are disrupted when she accidentally cracks an eco-terrorist group's code that is linked to a bomb that is set off at JFK airport in New York, and the FBI wants to use her brainpower to catch the terrorists. Soon she is faking her own kidnapping and flying across the country to find the criminals, all with the help of a sexy 21-year-old agent, John Bennett. He thinks Farrah's abilities are amazing and that she's hot, and a romance begins. As the teen hides from the terrorists who want to kill her, she comes to terms with the fact that she will always be a brain and embraces her nickname. Readers will want to know if the romance will last, and will be surprised by what happens. Teens struggling with self-identity will relate to Digit and enjoy this quick, suspenseful read.—Shannon Seglin, Patrick Henry Library, Vienna, VA
Kirkus Reviews
An engaging heroine is at the center of this slim spy thriller from debut novelist Monaghan. Farrah Higgins has a gift for finding patterns, but she couldn't control it in middle school. Saddled with the nickname Digit, Farrah resolved to fit in once she reached high school by hiding her math skills. Then Farrah stumbles upon an eco-terrorist organization after their suicide bomb attack on JFK Airport, and the terrorists want her dead. If that seems unbelievable, it's taken even further by Farrah's FBI protector, the cute, young rookie agent John Bennett, who works with Farrah to uncover a blackmail scheme involving the attack's bomber. This leads to bad guys chasing them all over New York, thanks to a mole inside the FBI. Meanwhile, Farrah is falling for John--and he feels something for her, too. Even with all these credulity-stretchers, this novel is so much fun to read that readers will buy it all, thanks to Farrah's smart, witty voice and the gentle romance between John and Farrah. Check your mind at the door and enjoy this novel of two young adults caught up in a world of danger, adventure and, possibly, true love. (Thriller. 14 & up)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780544022485
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 5/28/2013
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 187
  • Sales rank: 108,389
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • Product dimensions: 8.20 (w) x 5.40 (h) x 0.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Annabel Monaghan


Annabel Monaghan is the author of A Girl Named Digit and the coauthor of Click! A Girl’s Guide to Getting What She Wants . She lives with her family in Rye, New York. Visit her website at www.annabelmonaghan.com.

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MY L1FE 1S BASED ON A TRUE STORY

On the morning of my kidnapping, my mom’s makeup was perfect. After years of training in television and film, she had mastered how to apply exactly the right amount so that she would appear flawless to the camera, while not looking garish in person. Smoky gray eye shadow framed her lids, and the lightest application of mascara—waterproof for the somber occasion—darkened her lashes. She’d lined her lips in what I knew was her go-to lip liner and filled it in with the palest nude lipstick. To the untrained eye, she looked as if she could have woken up like this, at once tragic and gorgeous.

What surprised me more was her outfit, which had taken some serious thought. Our house is painted French blue, with a darkly stained brown door, surrounded by hot pink bougainvillea that creeps down the walls like ivy. She stood perfectly framed in the doorway in a turquoise T-shirt with the thinnest stripe of the same exact hot pink. Her white linen pants looked crisp against the backdrop and picked up the trim around the door. Perfect. I’m sure I’m the only one who noticed this, as everyone else probably focused on the brigade of television cameras that surrounded her. And the fact that she was sobbing.

One guy from CBS yelled out above the others, "Mrs. Higgins, when did you notice she was gone?" She looked down and whispered, "Gone," and started sobbing again. The hungry reporters realized that, besides the dramatic clip for the evening news promo, they were getting nowhere with her. They turned to my dad, who looked a little disheveled in his normal college professor way, no different at eight a.m. than at eight p.m. Always direct, he spoke right into the camera. "We found the ransom note by the front door at 6:47 this morning. We immediately checked our daughter’s room and found her missing. We called the police at 6:55."

A chipper young woman from Fox asked, "Does your daughter have a habit of disappearing? Has she ever been in trouble before? Are any of her friends involved?"

My dad squared his shoulders at the camera. "We have a missing seventeen-year-old girl and a ransom note. The police and her mother and I are treating this like what it is—a kidnapping. My daughter has never been in any danger before this."

NBC local news asked, "Didn’t the ransom note say not to call the police? Aren’t you worried the kidnappers will see this on TV and harm your daughter?" Dad looked like a deer in headlights. Apparently he hadn’t thought this all the way through. The past twenty-four hours had been a blur of constantly changing lies, all strung loosely together. "We have nothing more to say." He and Mom walked back into the house.

I watched this whole scene from a warehouse in downtown Los Angeles on a six-inch TV with an actual antenna. Big-budget kidnapping. Not. I sat on one of two mismatched upholstered armchairs in a windowless room where I couldn’t even tell night from day. The only reason I knew it was five o’clock just then, besides the replay of my kidnapping story on the five o’clock news, was that my captor came in with dinner.

He caught the tail end of the segment and watched with me as my mom opened the front door for a second time to offer a despondent wave to the cameras. He plopped down in the other chair and smiled. "What do you want to do now?"

 

HONK 1F YOU LOVE BUMPER ST1CKERS!!!

Okay, so maybe I’m not really kidnapped. And, okay, maybe this is a little bit fun. And, yeah, maybe my captor, FBI rookie John Bennett, is a little cute in a way-too-old and probably-too-serious kind of way.

I’m not the sort of person who would willingly put herself in the center of the five o’clock news. In fact, I’m not sure that I willingly participated in any of this. The whole thing started with a little math game, and since then I have been along for the ride, running from forces I don’t even totally understand. I’m Farrah Higgins. As much as I wish I were kidding, that really is my name. My mom is an actress and devoted the entirety of the 1970s to worshiping and emulating the Charlie’s Angels in every way possible. I could have been named for Kate Jackson or even Jaclyn Smith. But, no, Farrah Fawcett was the most famous angel, and when I was born my father made the mistake of saying, "She’s a little angel." And Farrah it was. Trust me, I remember to thank them all the time.

We live in L.A., and I know what people say about us: "L.A. is an intellectual black hole, a cultural void. Their creativity is measured by the number of sequels they’ve produced . . ." And, yes, it bothers me that they think so. My dad’s an intellectual, and my mom is, well, less so. But the environment here is teeming with inspiration and genius. Los Angelenos have been known to create things that the rest of the world finds ridiculous, and others that the world can’t live without. Either way, people are creating something out of nothing, pulling ideas out of the sky. I love it here.

And, no, I don’t even mind the traffic. First of all, the only place I ever drive to is school, so I’m never in such a big hurry to get anywhere. And second, I do some of my best reading in gridlock. I have a secret fascination slash obsession with bumper stickers. I’ve been known to get off the freeway on the wrong exit just for a chance to finish reading the back of someone’s car. I’m baffled by the fact that people are just so out there with their thoughts and their identity that they can post their political and religious views on the back of their car for any tailgater to see. And then there’s something about the concise nature of the bumper sticker itself, somehow telling you so much about its owner in ten words or less.

I started collecting bumper stickers when I was ten and had my entire bedroom door covered with them by eleven. I’m picky about the ones I put up and use tape for a few weeks before I actually commit to the peel and stick. My four bedroom walls are now completely covered, each sticker carefully X-Actoed around the window frames and electrical outlets. At the time of my kidnapping, I had covered about one-third of my ceiling, but I’ll never really be finished. I am constantly covering old stickers with new ones, placing more positive messages over ones that spoke to my preteen angst. It was a good day when ASK ME IF I CARE! gave way to WAG MORE, BARK LESS. For years I’ve gone to bed gazing up at the eternal question: WHAT IF THE HOKEY POKEY IS WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT?

I know, I’m a little off topic. But don’t dis L.A.—we’re on the cutting edge of self-expression. Personally, I drive my dad’s old Volvo wagon, and I have nothing on the back. As hard as I try, I haven’t come out of the bedroom with my hobby. I’m still looking for the peel-and-stick representation of my Inner Self. Hey, I’m only seventeen.

It’s my senior year at Santa Monica High School. I have a sixteen-year-old brother named Danny and married parents. My mom’s a not-quite-famous actress—she always has a job, but she doesn’t exactly get mobbed or even recognized at Whole Foods. My dad is head of the math department at UCLA. Yes, that is where all the pocket protectors go to meet other pocket protectors. He’s pretty cool, though, and gives me a lot of space to be un-nerdy and to act like a regular teenage girl. He says my gift can wait, but that I only get one chance to be a kid.

Oh, right, so my gift. If you can call it that. There’s a fine line between a gift and a disability—"special" can mean very different things, depending on whom you’re talking about. You could say I’m good at math, but that’s not really it. It’s like my mind never stops calculating things. Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve been able to find patterns in things that other people can’t see. I can take thousands of pieces of data and arrange them in a logical pattern, or I can take seemingly random data and identify the pattern within it. Like when I was eleven months old I could put together a 300-piece puzzle, 1,000 pieces by the time I was two. By the time I was nine, I was able to see order in a group of 2,000 numbers. My dad would give me temperature statistics, and I would be able to compare them to humidity predictions and tell him whether it was going to rain. This has very little value really, because you can put numbers like this into a computer and it’ll spit out the correlation. The only point is that my mind does this automatically. It was pretty cool until it made me a freak.

In sixth grade I started middle school in a building where the classrooms had the kind of 1960s ceilings that had those big acoustic square tiles with tons of tiny holes in them. If they’d been uniform, I would have been fine. But the rows were uneven, and I was desperate to find order. The first row had 16 holes, then 15, then 16, then 15, then—oh!—17. Anyway, it was obvious that I was wacked, and it was broadcast to everyone in my class when my teacher suggested that I wear a visor to keep me from looking up during class. I tried it and my grades skyrocketed, my social status . . . not so much.

My gift quickly earned me the nickname Digit, which caught on and stuck. In fact, I don’t think anyone even remembered that my name was Farrah by the time I finished eighth grade. By the middle of sixth grade, my elementary school friends were suddenly busy on the weekends, already sitting at a full table at lunch, and generally distant. Where Farrah had been popular in fifth grade for breezing through math assignments with extra time to help out her friends, Digit was a show-off with an obsessive-compulsive disorder. I managed to make a few friends in my accelerated classes, but not the sort of friends who got invited to parties or even had the confidence to show up at school dances.

The summer before I started high school, we moved to Santa Monica from the Valley to be closer to my dad’s work. I was going to start high school with a totally clean slate. The school district was excited to get me for the effect it would have on the state testing scores and, hence, the holy grail: real estate prices. If I could keep the schools looking smart, people would keep paying crazy prices for houses in Santa Monica. Yeah, no pressure. So a few weeks before the start of my freshman year, the administration was clamoring to meet me. My parents headed the whole thing off at the pass by meeting with the principal and various division heads to ask them to be low-key about my abilities. She will outperform on your state tests, they said, but tell no one and try to treat her like a regular kid in class. All of the faculty agreed to the lie: I was never to have a test handed back to me in public, and my performance on school and state exams would never be highlighted or celebrated. No one would ever have to know.

I also started seeing a hypnotherapist who helped me learn to manage my mind. Through (literally) mind-numbing mental exercises, he taught me how to turn my processing center off when I didn’t want to use it. The trick was to look away before my mind kicked in and to quickly replace what I’d seen with something easy to process, like a perfect circle or a tree. For some reason, asymmetries and irregularities in nature don’t bother me at all. A tree with a missing branch or a tulip with a few missing petals still seems to be in perfect balance. Usually, if a tree is lopsided to the right, the tree on its left will make up the symmetry. It’s easy to see the order if you just keep backing up. By the end of the summer, I got pretty good at controlling myself, but I have to admit it was a lot of work. I managed to learn to deal with uneven acoustic tiles, but I could occasionally become completely unhinged if someone sat down in front of me in a randomly patterned paisley shirt.

In the spirit of new beginnings, my mom gave me the extreme makeover she’d always wanted to. She insisted I spend the summer growing out my hair and then took me to her salon before Labor Day for a few highlights. Cheryl, who had been putting these exact same highlights in my mom’s hair for years, seemed thrilled to see me. "Honey, I never thought a girl like you would set foot in this place. You sit down right here and let Cheryl change your life." I’ll admit that the new ’do beat the mousy bob I’d worn since I was six, but I knew better than to hope it was going to change my life.

The wardrobe portion of the makeover didn’t go quite as well. Mom spent three days scouring the mall for better jeans, cooler tops, and higher heels. What she didn’t understand is that not only is my taste pretty simple, but that I actually can’t wear a stripe or a check or, God forbid, a plaid. The fabrics are never precisely even—made in China, not by NASA—and it’s too much to ignore for an entire day. The shoes killed my feet, so I always went back to the cowboy boots our housekeeper had left me before eloping to Costa Rica. Her name was Milagros, "miracles" in Spanish, and she had always seemed a bit magical to me. I loved to watch her stomp around our house, vacuuming and dusting in her huge denim dress and cowboy boots. And on her last day of work, she gave the boots to me with a secret smile. I tried them on once a week for three years until they finally fit. I’ve been wearing them ever since. But I have to say I adapted to the new jeans, because, let’s face it, better jeans really are better.

I settled into a comfortable rotation of four pairs of jeans and the exact same T-shirt in six colors, and my mom eventually gave up. "If you want to look like you’re in a uniform every day, it’s fine with me. I just want you to learn to express yourself." Maybe we’re not all meant to express ourselves, I wanted to say to her. Maybe some of us are better off blending in.

Mom always makes me think of the poster in my middle school guidance counselor’s office with the cat dressed in a joker’s hat. The caption read: BE YOURSELF. (It was right next to the one with a cat desperately clinging to a tree branch: HANG IN THERE!). Great message, almost bumper sticker worthy, but the truth is that it’s a lot easier to be yourself in high school if you are five feet seven, 120 pounds, naturally athletic, quick with the funny comments, and good (but not too good) at everything, and if you know where to direct your eyes during a conversation. My mom is that person, and I imagine she was in high school too. She’s always herself, but why wouldn’t she be?

My goal for ninth grade was to ditch Digit and find a new identity. I wasn’t cut out to be Funny Girl, because I’m not funny at all. Sporty Girl was a genetic impossibility, and Slutty Girl? I found out later I don’t exactly have the stomach for it. I resolved to blend in, to be a blank slate reflecting the personalities around me without projecting any defining characteristics of my own. It’s easier than it sounds. Here’s the recipe: I never say anything that would be classified as too smart or too stupid. I never initiate a conversation but respond in a group with "Cool" or "Me too." My favorite song is whatever everyone else seems to be into, and I’m dying to go see whatever movie you suggest. Honestly, it’s a pretty easy way to live. All you have to do is shut yourself down and become a mirror for whomever you’re talking to. (Also try not to use "whomever," even if it is correct to use it as a pronoun modifying the object of the verb. It qualifies as Digit-speak.) I’d mastered the habit of responding to an assertion with the single interrogative word "Right?" by winter break of my freshman year. And I found myself well liked for the first time since elementary school. Not exactly happy, but well liked still.

That’s when I met the Fab Four, the It girls of Samohi. They are, in order of supreme coolness: Veronica (varsity tennis, daughter of Hollywood studio owner, legs that go up to my chin), Kat (varsity tennis, famous for shameless drinking and dancing), Olive (varsity tennis, signed up for the Biology Club in tenth grade by accident because she thought it was sex ed), Tish (varsity tennis, owns exactly twenty-six pairs of black Manolos). They seemed so happy in a deep way, like no one could get to them or take away the confidence that they got from one another. They were surprised to learn that their favorite band was also my favorite band and that I, too, dreamed of someday living on the beach in Santa Barbara. And they liked my boots. Seriously. They thought my boots were epic and that I had this earthy sense of style. I was in.

We’ve been friends for almost four years now, and it’s an odd dynamic between us. The four of them have everything in common: their clothes, the tennis team, an obsession with football stud Drew Bailey. I stick to my uniform, wouldn’t be caught dead in a tennis skirt, and can barely keep a straight face when Drew Bailey is speaking. But they like that I join in without making waves, and I like being part of a group. It’s almost as if I have a safe place to hide among them, where I blend in and no one sees me at all. It’s not perfect, but compared to all the other ways a girl like me can get through high school, it works. Well, it worked until I went and got myself kidnapped.

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  • Posted June 3, 2012

    You've got to read it!!!!

    I laughed my head off on every page of this fast paced, hilarious, thriller. Digit and John have a crazy well written chemistry and the rest of the story is impossible to step away from. I read it fast, took no breaks, but afterwards kept thinking about them. And actually it's all kinda deep... coming to terms with your talents, figuring out who you are, realizing people are not all made by the cookie cutters you imagine them to be. This is one of the best, most fun books I've read in a long time. Definitely will be up for some awards.

    23 out of 23 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2012

    Great book

    It's really good and worth the money. You should buy it. I like the plot and theme. I also like that she is way smart, i totally wish i was as smart as her. Great book! Buy it hurry!

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2012

    Anonymous

    Very fun...thoroughly enjoyed it and would read another book by this author!

    6 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2013

    Great Book

    This book was really good and kept me interested. I felt like I was in the book with Farrah and John the entire time. A Girl Named Digit kept me on the edge of my seat and to not want to put the book down. I loved the twists and turns and can't for more of Farrah and John.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2012

    :-)

    Loved it! Worth $10.79!!!!!!!! Love wat digit(farrah) and john have! 9.97 outta 10

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2013

    Really liked it - fun, quick read!

    I read this book in one sitting. It has a touch of angst, action, adventure, a bit of romance, puzzles, mystery, and some wish fulfillment. I found it entertaining and engaging. I need to see if this author has other titles!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 9, 2013

    Totally loved it!

    I totally loved this book. It was a great balance between humor, action, and romance. I totally learned something cool from Digit. I totally took a great message from it, well actually two: Be true to yourself, and nothing is never as it appears. I was kind of upset with John (how dare he do that to Digit) but then the last chapter totally made up for it. Loved the bumper stickers! Overall great read, definitely recommend.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2012

    Awesome

    You guys should really get it, this book is so good! The author should really make another.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2013

    I gave it three stars. I gave it three stars My sis Tr Er My sistet My sister told me it wasn't a good bokk I liked it but it wasn't my faveriot booK

    The reason why i gave it three stars was, because i sampled it and it was good but not as good as my fav. book.

    1 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2013

    ?

    Awesome

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 9, 2013

    Intriguing but frustrating

    I read 192 pages only to have the book abruptly end, and inform me to visit my favorite retailer to purchase the book in it's entirety. In the title, it does not say there is a sequel. This is like "bait and switch". I don't like that and plan to let B&N know.

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2013

    Read this

    Great book mystryes and cool

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2013

    Loved it and laughed out loud so many times. I can't stop thinki

    Loved it and laughed out loud so many times. I can't stop thinking about John. When does the next one come out??????

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2012

    ?

    How many pages?

    1 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2014

    I read this last year

    This is such a good book. I highly reccommend it to any reader. It totally understands my OCD problem!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 9, 2014

    Havent read it yet

    Is it one of those feel good books k hate those cant someone not get the boy because sometimes you dont get the boy uggg evrerything always ends up right and perfect in a world made of lollipops and gummy bears i hate being a downer but its true everyone ends up living happily ever after and that isnt what happens in real life eveyone dosnt end up all perfrect and happy that dosnt always happen just saying

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 1, 2014

    excellent

    great reading

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 12, 2014

    Meh nam is natalia

    And meh bff is corita lee meh sis talilia my bro is berona meh mom is seanita and idk who meh dad is never ever met him or knew him. :( oh well got meh family. :))))DDDD/// byyyyeeesZzz

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2014

    So good!!!

    I love this book. Everything about it, from the romance to the thrill of it. It was so amazing I couldn't put it down.I would definetely reccomend it. I cannot wait for the second book to comw out!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2013

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    Add

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