Cinderella 2000: Looking Back

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A hilarious account of preparing for New Year's Eve for the millennium with romance, drama, shopping, two devilish stepsisters, and a happily-ever-after ending.

Ashley Ella Toral wants to spend the last hours of 1999 and the first hours of the year 2000 at the Green Hill Country Club with her (hopefully) soon-to-be boyfriend. And what's standing in the way of Ashley's romantic success? A stepmother who yells "Yoo-hoo!" to all Ashley's friends,...
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Overview

A hilarious account of preparing for New Year's Eve for the millennium with romance, drama, shopping, two devilish stepsisters, and a happily-ever-after ending.

Ashley Ella Toral wants to spend the last hours of 1999 and the first hours of the year 2000 at the Green Hill Country Club with her (hopefully) soon-to-be boyfriend. And what's standing in the way of Ashley's romantic success? A stepmother who yells "Yoo-hoo!" to all Ashley's friends, and twin stepsisters who think there's nothing more fun than listening in on Ashley's phone conversations. At first, Ashley's stepmother, Phyllis, says that she needs a night out and so Ashley must baby-sit the twins. But then Phyllis has the bright idea of calling the mother of one of the party-throwers to get the twins invited, too! So worse than having to baby-sit, she'll have the twins at the party with her. Now Ashley isn't sure it's worth showing up to the country club at all — never mind what she's going to wear. As the seconds tick down to the year 2000, will some fairy godmother appear to save the night so that Ashley can dance with her Prince Charming and welcome the new millennium?

Fourteen-year-old Ashley has her heart set on spending New Year's Eve 1999 at an exclusive country club party with an Almost Boyfriend, but her plan is endangered by her stepmother and two bratty stepsisters.

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Ashley Ella Toral is what you would call a typical 14-year-old girl. She can't stand her twin stepsisters, her love life is one big crush, and her appearance at the biggest party of the year just might turn into a disaster! But the twist in this story is the very eerie similarities that Miss Ashley has with Cinderella. Her father and mother are dead, leaving her under the questionable supervision of her stepmother, Phyllis. Ashley's twin stepsisters are the epitome of annoyance, and they get away with everything. Always doing the chores around the house (and in this version, a caked and dirty barbecue grill replaces that dusty chimney), Ashley can barely get the twins to help. And the biggest bash of her high school career, a New Millennium's Eve Party at a very posh country club, is all the talk around town. Ballgowns, tuxedos, and limos prevail -- what could be greater? Well, if she could go without hassle from her stepmom and maybe buy a new dress and shoes, Ashley would be happy. But Phyllis has other plans. The twins need a babysitter, and her brilliant idea includes sending them to the party with Ashley! Nothing could be more devastating.

But in this modern fairy tale, Ashley does have a fairy godmother -- her grandma. Gram lets Ashley in on a little secret -- she's won the lottery! But before telling Phyllis, she hooks up Ashley with new threads and a cell phone. Primed to meet her potential dreamy sweetheart of a date, Ashley heads out for a New Millennium's Eve she'll never forget.

VOYA
The characters are well-developed and Ashley's relationship with her stepmother,....is humorous and realistic....the book is fast-paced and witty, and is an easy read.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The ball in this "sassy" Cinderella story is a New Year's Eve Millennium bash. "Besides offering plenty of laughs, this updated classic adds much color to characters traditionally painted in black and white," said PW. Ages 10-up. (Jan.) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
KLIATT
To quote KLIATT's Sept. 1999 review of the hardcover edition: Tomorrow is Dec. 31, 1999, and 14-year-old Ashley Ella wants desperately to go by limo to the big millennium party at the country club with handsome Trevor. But her selfish stepmother wants her to baby-sit her nasty twin stepsisters, then changes her mind and insists that the twins attend the party too. And Ashley has nothing to wear...is there a fairy godmother in the house? This update of the familiar fairy tale is a fast, fresh, funny read, full of gossipy details about clothes, boys, and mean, eavesdropping stepsisters. It will appeal to middle school and junior high school-aged girls, who will root for the hard-working Ashley and be pleased by the satisfying ending. KLIATT Codes: J—Recommended for junior high school students. 1999, Random House/Dell Yearling, 200p, 20cm, $4.99. Ages 13 to 15. Reviewer: Paula Rohrlick; May 2001 (Vol. 35 No. 3)
Library Journal
Gr 6-8-Yet another retelling of the classic tale, this time set in northern California at the brink of the new millennium. Orphaned Ashley Ella Toral, 14, lives with her stepmother and mannerless, younger twin stepsisters. Her existence is not as bleak as the lives of many of her fabled predecessors-her stepmother, Phyllis, is merely clueless rather than truly malevolent and her stepsisters might remind many readers of their own bratty siblings. The great dilemma of Ashley's fairly benign adolescence revolves around an invitation to a posh New Year's Eve soiree. Trevor, the boy of Ashley's dreams, will be in attendance, and she frets over appropriate attire, limousine fare, and whether she'll have to baby-sit the dreaded twins on the night in question instead of attending the party. The challenge in retelling a classic fairy tale is to bring something fresh to the literary canon. Results are mixed with this particular effort. While the plot suffers from predictability, the characters are compelling in their three-dimensionality. The stepmother is the most entertaining with her atrocious fashion sense, appalling parenting skills, and quixotic displays of good-heartedness. Ashley herself is a complex teenager who is alternately endearing and annoyingly self-centered. Phyllis's Grammie as the mildly lascivious, lottery-winning fairy godmother is probably the least credible and successful. Of course, the story ends happily and perhaps too neatly. A light, humorous confection for girls who haven't outgrown princess stories.-Rosalyn Pierini, San Luis Obispo City-County Library, CA Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780440228660
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 1/9/2001
  • Edition description: REPRINT
  • Pages: 208
  • Age range: 10 years
  • Product dimensions: 5.22 (w) x 7.65 (h) x 0.54 (d)

Meet the Author

Mavis Jukes is the author of Like Jake and Me, a Newbery Honor book, as well as Expecting the Unexpected and Planning the Impossible.
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Two thousand silver helium balloons, with curled silver ribbons hanging down?

“You must be kidding!” said Ashley. She twirled the phone cord around her finger. “Two thousand?”

“That’s what I heard . . . ,” said Ana. “And there’s going to be an ice sculpture in the middle of the buffet table: two, zero, zero, zero—with flower petals frozen in the numbers. But you can’t tell anybody.”

“I won’t.”

“It’s a total secret.”

“Fine,” said Ashley. “But—who told you?”

“Emily. Brittany and Mara were talking about it in that new store next to Starr’s. In the dressing room. They didn’t realize Emily was trying on tops in the next booth.”

“Oh.”

“Emily hid in there till they left.”

“Did she get any tops?”

“No. But she got a plastic tulip lamp.” Ana paused. “Did your stepmom say you could get a new dress for the party? Or no.”

“I’ve put off asking.”

“Well, you’d better hurry up. The party’s in two days!”

“I know,” said Ashley. “But Phyllis’s been saying she’s all ‘spent out from Christmas . . . that the new couch and La-Z-Boy chair were really ‘presents meant for all of us.’ ”

Ana grew quiet. “Well, if Phyllis doesn’t say yes, remember: You really do look cute in your little black dress, Ashley.”

“You think?”

“Mmmm-hmmm! Do you haveshoes?”

“I can polish those little black strappy heels I got for Emily’s Bat Mitzvah.”

“They still fit?”

“I think so.” But come to think of it, thought Ashley, I hope my toes don’t hang over the edge.

Ashley heard a low rumbling sound. She lifted the curtain and looked out the window.

Yup.

Her stepmom was pulling in.

Ashley watched the ancient green station wagon lurch to a stop, barely missing one of the two dented garbage cans sitting on the side of the driveway.

“I have to go,” Ashley told Ana. “Phyllis’s home. And it’s my turn for dishes—again.”

“Talk to you later,” said Ana.

They said goodbye and Ashley hung up the phone.

She spied on her two stepsisters as they got out of the car, each holding
a shopping bag from Zil’s. They left the car door open and strolled toward
the front stoop. Ashley heard her stepmother shout, “Shut the car door!”
but neither Paige nor Jessica responded.

“I mean it!”

“You!” yelled Paige. “We have to watch the soaps.”

“You do not! One of you shut that car door!”

Words were exchanged; one sister swung her bag at the other. There was a
brief scuffle, followed by a chase across the front yard.

Ashley let the curtain drop to the sill. She turned and surveyed the
kitchen. The sink was half full of greasy water and piled with dirty
dishes. A frying pan had been dunked and left to soak. A piece of fried
egg was dangling from the handle.

There was even a stalk of celery floating in the water.

Ashley fished it out by one leaf and dropped it into the trash under the
sink.

Ick! she thought.

She drained the sink and began to fill it again.

There was a loud thump at the front door, and Ashley heard a shout and
giggles as her stepsisters raced down the hallway and slammed their
bedroom door.

A moment later, Ashley’s stepmother appeared in the kitchen. “You’ll never
guess,”
she said.

Ashley looked up. Phyllis’s glasses were on top of her head, pulling back
her hair and making two frightful wings.

“You guys went to the mall,” said Ashley. “Again.” She squirted some
dishwashing liquid into the water and watched the bubbles rise.

“Right,” said Phyllis. “We hit the sale at Zil’s. The twins got velvet
jumpers. And black dresses—similar to your black dress.”

“How similar?” Ashley asked.

Phyllis shrugged. “Anyway, I’ve got news! My grammie has overcome her fear
of flying! She’s spontaneously decided to come out. And she’s coming in
guess when. Tomorrow afternoon! Can you believe it? I’m picking her up
from the airport bus, right after I get off of work.”

“You’re not meeting her flight?”

“How?” said Phyllis. “You’re on vacation, I’m not. That bum of a boss of
mine has me working all the way up to four o’clock on New Year’s Eve . . .
like I don’t have a life. But I have news for him and the rest of the
world: My whole life’s in front of me, not behind me. Right?”

“Right.”

“And Grammie and I are going to ring in the new millennium with a bottle
of French champagne she’s been saving since 1984.”

“Cool,” said Ashley. She looked down at the suds filling the sink. “Where
will she sleep?”

“Actually that’s something we need to talk about,” Phyllis began. She
walked over to Ashley and put her arm around Ashley’s shoulder. “It will
only be for four nights,” she whispered, giving Ashley a squeeze.
“Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday. Help me out here.”

“She can’t sleep in your bed with you? It’s a king!”

“The woman’s seventy-five years old,” said Phyllis. “I think she’s
entitled to her own room, at her age.”

Ashley picked up the dish brush and scrubbed at the little icky plugs of
garlic stuck in the garlic press. She rinsed it and put it into the drain.

“The Christmas couch is really fluffy,” said Phyllis in a cheery way. “And
you can snuggle down in—in all those orange pillows.”

“Can’t the twins?” Ashley asked.

“Two? On one couch?”

“Well, what about one in a sleeping bag, on the floor? Or in the La-Z-Boy,
tipped all the way back?”

“Sleep on the floor or in a chair? That wouldn’t be fair. Would it?”

Ashley said nothing. It was plain that she would be giving up her room; it
was pointless to discuss it. But hmmmm, she thought. Maybe now would be
the moment . . .

Even though she was generally a jeans, sweatshirts and sneakers girl,
there was a streak of princess in Ashley. She looked down at the dishwater.

Steam was rising.

Imagine, she thought. You’re floating into the New Millennium’s Eve party,
wearing high-heel shoes and a new dress, with part of your hair drawn up
and fastened on top with a crown of rosebuds, each bud on an individual
hairpin . . . or maybe just pulled back with some rhinestone clips . . .
and the rest of your hair tumbling onto your shoulders and down your back.

Ashley popped her eyes open. Where was her body glitter? She hadn’t seen
it lately.

So much steam had risen from the sink, Ashley had practically given
herself a facial. She quickly washed and rinsed the dishes, putting them
neatly into the drain. “Phyllis?” she said. “Is there anything else you
want me
to do?”

Phyllis had wandered into the living room and was sorting through some
bills. “Could you please come in here and talk to me? I don’t like to talk
room to room. You know that.”

Ashley dried her hands on a dishtowel. “Could I get a new dress for the
New Millennium’s Eve dance?” she quietly asked as she stood in the living
room doorway. “I saw an ad in the paper for a huge post-Christmas sale at
Starr’s.”

“Mom!” cried Jessica’s voice from the other room.

“What!”

“Where’s the remote?” yelled Paige.

“I don’t know! Find it!” called Phyllis. She glanced up at Ashley. “You
mean that country club party?”

“Yes,” said Ashley.

“That party’s on . . . New Year’s Eve?” said Phyllis.

“Yes! You knew that!”

“Shhh! Maybe I did know. Let me think for once, will you, Ashley? Don’t
hound me. I’ve got more to worry about than the Ocean Crest Country Club.
My gosh. Look at this Visa bill!”

“Mom!” called Paige.

Phyllis looked at the ceiling. “What!” she hollered back.

There was no answer.

“Ashley?” said Phyllis. “Keep this in mind: I don’t keep your social
events in my head. It’s not my job. Did you mark this party on the
calendar?”

“We don’t have a year 2000 calendar.”

“December thirty-first is not on a year 2000 calendar!” said Phyllis
grumpily. “In the future, mark things on the calendar on the wall by the
back door. Anyway, I forgot. And now I’m banking on you to hold down the
fort on New Year’s Eve.”

“Hold down the fort?” said Ashley. “On New Year’s Eve? Of the year 2000?”

“Yes. Flying out to see me is the first spontaneous thing Grammie’s done
in fifteen years. She’s been so cooped up. Do you know that she couldn’t
even fly out for your father’s and my wedding? I had to drag him all the
way out to Florida to meet her.”

“You mean when you and Dad went on your honeymoon and stopped off in
Florida, on your way to Bermuda, and left me and the baby-sitter home to
deal with the twins?”

Phyllis grew very quiet.

“When they were in their terrible twos?”

“They’re still in their terrible twos . . . ,” said Phyllis.

You can say that again, thought Ashley.

Phyllis looked down at her hands. “Grammie
wanted so much to come out here for your father’s funeral. And that would
have meant so much to me. But she just couldn’t make it. She’s had such a
terrible fear of flying ever since . . . well. You know the story.”

“Yes, I know the story.”

“You’re not the only orphan in town,
Ashley.”

“I know that, Phyllis. And I’m sorry about what happened to your parents.
But—”

“I’ll have you know,” said Phyllis, “that Grammie hasn’t even set eyes on
my children. Except once, when I took the twins out to Orlando to visit
her.”

“You mean when you took the twins on a vacation to Disney World?” said
Ashley. “And had your grandmother meet you guys there? And you all stayed
in the Magic Castle, or whatever that place is, with five pools?”

“Yes.”

“While I stayed home? And ‘held down the fort,’ with Dad?”

“Well, it wasn’t your birthday, Ashley. And we couldn’t all go . . . ,”
said Phyllis. “In any event, I would appreciate it very, very much
if you would stay home with the girls on
New Year’s Eve, so my grandmother and I can
do something elegant. And memorable. And adult.”

Ashley’s heart began thumping. “But you said I could go to the party!”

“I’ll duplicate everything to do with that ridiculous party, I promise
you,” said Phyllis. “You want me to pop a prime rib in the oven? You want
Shirley Temples? And parfaits for dessert? Raspberries on vanilla ice
cream! I’ll get out the parfait glasses. Invite a friend over. Is Ana
available?”

“No.”

Phyllis wasn’t listening. “And how about Emily? You’ll be three peas in a
pod. I’ll buy you those little paper champagne bottle poppers, with
streamers inside. You guys can rent movies to distract the twins. It’ll be
a blast! A real hoot!”

Ashley heaved a fat sigh. “It will not be
a blast. Or a hoot! Nobody is available for Shirley Temples, peas in pods
or prime rib! And even if they were, we hate big slabs of cow meat!”

“How about a small turkey, then?”

“I want to go to the party, Phyllis! This is not just any party. It’s the
biggest party ever! With two thousand balloons!”

“Oh-kay,” said Phyllis. “Oh-kay.” She be-
gan slowly nodding and pacing. She suddenly whirled around. “You want
balloons?” she asked Ashley. “I’ll buy balloons. My friend Julia works at
Spencer’s Rentals and let me tell you, we can set you girls up with some
major balloons, if that’s what it takes to make you happy! Put in your
order.” She began rapidly clicking her fingers. “Come on . . . come on . .
. how many do you want? You name the number!”

“That’s not what it takes to make me happy!”

“Well, what does it take?”

Ashley stood her ground. “I want. To go. To the party!”

“I can’t believe you’re pressuring me like this,” Phyllis muttered.

“Well, it’s a very important party!”

“Oh, yes—I know,” said Phyllis sarcastically. “I know all about it. Five
families—the town royalty—make the Biggest, Most Very Important Party Ever
for their five popular kids, and these five kids get together to determine
who will be graced with an invitation . . . and therefore become
officially certified as being in with the crowd.”

Ashley blinked. What was that supposed to mean?

“And you’re totally down for this whole event, even though your own best
friends have been excluded. Am I right?”

Ashley didn’t answer.

“Or wrong.”

Ashley still said nothing.

“I thought so.”

“Ana and Emily have plans! Their families are spending the whole weekend
at the beach. In that same cabin they once rented, and invited me to.
Right on the beach—out on that sand spit. Remember?”

“How would I remember?” said Phyllis.

“They’re going to watch fireworks go off
over the ocean,” said Ashley, “then stay up
all night around a campfire and watch the
sunrise.”

“How would I remember?” asked Phyllis again. “Was I invited along? No.
Were the twins? No. Anyway—you know what? Good for them, for renting the
cabin on the beach. I wish I had thought of something so good. I don’t
approve of this country club affair. And
I don’t care for the snob factor.”

Stay calm, Ashley told herself. Stay calm and say nothing until you think
of something good to say.

“Well,” she ventured a moment later, “just out of curiosity, Phyllis,
where would you
two go on New Year’s Eve, with your bottle of champagne?”

“I haven’t decided. This has all come up so suddenly—maybe the Shangri-La
Room, at the Crown Hotel. I’ll call and see what’s shakin’.”

What’s shakin’—at the Shangri-La Room? thought Ashley. “Well, wouldn’t it
be better
to drink champagne at home?” she asked, in
as polite a way as possible under the circumstances. She didn’t wait for
an answer. “And do you really think it would be good to keep your elderly
grandmother up till midnight—at her age?”

Phyllis closed her eyes and shook her head. “I’m a widow and a single
parent, therefore I’m incapable of having a good time. Ha! Is that what
you think, Ashley?”

“No.”

“Good. Because that would be a rather sexist notion, wouldn’t you say? And
that an elegant and educated senior woman would be too far over the hill
to stay up till midnight? Or responsibly drink a glass or two of
champagne? We’re not planning to get tiddly!”

“I didn’t say you were!”

“I’m surprised at you, Ashley. I really am.”

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2007

    so sweet...

    aww. this is one of the books that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. I really liked this book, but she should have kept going to the end of the story. Ashley didn't even lose a shoe. The end disappointed me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 30, 2006

    Very Cute

    I loved this book. I think that Mavis Jukes did a wonderful job on this book. The story is like the fairy tale Cinderella only in moderen day.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2002

    A cute fairy tale

    I liked this book. It's a light, funny, enjoyable read.It's really hard to put down. The only thing I didn't like was the way the end left you hanging. It should have been longer.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 21, 2002

    a book teens will truly love

    I thought this book was great!It had things kids could relate to. But I didn't like the end at all.They just leave you hanging!Of course,this happens a lot in books but I think it should have went to at least another chapter.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2001

    Outstanding!

    This book is one of the best books i have ever read and I truely believe that there should be a sequal to it so i can see how it goes and since Ashley has lots of queenly features, if she's a princess and she doesn't know it. This book is funny, romantic, and great! I really think anyone who loves fairytales, especially Cinderella books, should read this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2001

    Funny yet Romantic

    It was very humurous, but part of it also dug deep into what every 14-year-old girl feels when getting ready to attend a huge bash that her crush is holding. It really tells you about the relationship with parents and siblings along with just her and how she feels about herself.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 1, 2001

    This was good

    I haven't really fineshed it yet but it is really good so far. My friend Fiona was at camp and a friend of hers lent this book to her. She only read half but she really liked it so she bought again here. Then she bought me a copy because I wanted to read it too. It is so good so far. I like how it's in the millenium and it is a party instead of a ball. I mean a ball is boring. Now a party is cool!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 3, 2000

    Cool book!!

    I read this book 2 times it was so good. I loved the book expecially since I love the fairy tale Cinderella. I think that the author did a splendid job and should be well complimented.

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