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Daughters Rule Number Six: Never talk to the press about your parents.

After leaking a story about the family business, impetuous high school freshman Carina Jurgensen is cut off by her billionaire father. Always resourceful, she fibs her way into a job as a party planner for New York's annual Silver Snowflake Ball. But when Carina finds out that the party committee expects favors and freebies from her dad's A-list connections, a choice must be...

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Overview

Daughters Rule Number Six: Never talk to the press about your parents.

After leaking a story about the family business, impetuous high school freshman Carina Jurgensen is cut off by her billionaire father. Always resourceful, she fibs her way into a job as a party planner for New York's annual Silver Snowflake Ball. But when Carina finds out that the party committee expects favors and freebies from her dad's A-list connections, a choice must be made: Does she get real about her downgraded status, or pretend she's still the ultimate heiress?

Best friends and fellow daughters of celebrities Lizzie Summers, Carina Jurgensen and Hudson Jones are back in Joanna Philbin's second stylish and heartfelt Daughters novel.

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Editorial Reviews

Seventeen.com
"As if navigating their high school hallways weren't enough, these girls have to do so under the entire world's watchful eyes!"
author of Secrets of My Hollywood Life Jen Calonita
"I was drawn to the tantalizing story immediately, but my heart was stolen by the fierce friendship between three besties living life inside the celebrity fishbowl. I can't wait to read the next book!"
author of the #1 New York Times bestselling The Im Alyson Noel
"Reading Joanna Philbin's funny, witty, and poignant debut is like getting an insider's glimpse into the gilded world of those born to be famous."
author of the #1 bestselling Gossip Girl and It Gi Cecily von Ziegesar
"Ever wonder what it's really like to grow up in Manhattan with a famous mom or dad? Well, Joanna Philbin is going to tell you. The Daughters is authentic and well-told. Gossip Girl herself would love this new series."
Alyson Noël
"Reading Joanna Philbin's funny, witty, and poignant debut is like getting an insider's glimpse into the gilded world of those born to be famous."
Seventeen.com
As if navigating their high school hallways weren't enough, these girls have to do so under the entire world's watchful eyes!
Children's Literature - Heather Robertson Mason
Carina Jurgansen has everything, but that changes when her billionaire father stops footing the bill. Now Carina must learn to survive (survive meaning find a way to pay for a skiing trip to Europe in order to impress a boy) on her own. When a classmate approaches her about planning the annual Snowflake Ball, Carina jumps on the opportunity to make some cash despite her inexperience in party planning. Soon it becomes clear that she is in over her head. She can either ask her father for help or tell the truth. This is the second novel in "The Daughters," a series about daughters of the rich and famous. On the surface, this is a good book, especially in the Gossip Girl-type genre, where brand names seem like secondary characters. Carina is spunky and independent, trying not to admit that she is spoiled. She and her friends are likable, and the mistakes she makes are similar to the mistakes all girls make, especially where boys are concerned. However, there is nothing below the superficiality. Carina's struggles aren't the kinds that garner her pity, like not being able to buy a designer dress for the dance or having to pack a lunch instead of buying the ten-dollar burger. The only rules broken are the social rules about where to shop and what to wear. This novel makes for great beach reading, but nothing more. Reviewer: Heather Robertson Mason
VOYA - Sarah Cofer
Best friends Carina, Lizzie, and Hudson are back in this second Daughters novel, living the glamorous life as daughters of the rich and famous. After Carina slanders her billionaire father, he cuts off her cash flow. Unfortunately, Carina's downgraded status coincides with her longtime crush inviting her on a mega-expensive snowboarding trip. Desperate for trip funds, Carina bluffs her way into being hired as party planner for the Silver Snowflake charity ball by alluding to her father's connections with A-list DJs, chefs, and more. Unfortunately no one will work for free, forcing Carina to make several lackluster improvisations, including hiring an unknown DJ who attends a "slummy" public high school, and buying the appetizers at Trader Joes. Carina finds herself unexpectedly falling for Alex, the skater boy DJ, just as the party-planning lies spiral out of control, causing major heartache and trouble. Nothing too original is found in this formulaic coming-of-age teen romance. The beginning is choppy, with conflicts coming from all directions, but once the story gets moving, the book picks up and redeems itself with the unintended romance and first-kiss scene. While in the same chick-lit genre as A-List (Poppy), Clique (Poppy), and Gossip Girls (Poppy), this noteworthy series contains little explicit language and no references to sex or drugs, making it a safe choice for the middle school crowd. The tone feels less mean girls and more girl power, with messages of honesty, respect, being true to oneself, and discovering that fame and fortune do not equal happiness. Though some references from the previous book are mentioned, this book stands alone, allowing readers to jump right in. A third book is in the works. Reviewer: Sarah Cofer
School Library Journal
Gr 7–10—This installment in the series features Carina Jurgensen, a teenager dealing with a ridiculously wealthy and socially prominent parent. When her overbearing father forces her to intern in his media empire, Carina is devastated as it means giving up the JV soccer team and Model UN, so she retaliates in a very public way: she leaks a memo that implies that her dad's company misused charity funds. Her infuriated father hands down the punishment: Carina will have to live on an allowance of 20 dollars a week. Although she is an outdoors girl, happier on a mountain than on the streets of New York, living on a strict allowance is a major challenge. The adults in Carina's life sometimes seem unrealistically dreadful, though they do redeem themselves at the end. Brand dropping is prevalent, and at times feels like product placement. Although the book can stand alone, much of Carina's character development begins in The Daughters (Little, Brown, 2010). Even though these flaws exist, the book will engage younger teens who aren't quite ready for Cecily von Ziegesar's "Gossip Girls" series (Little, Brown).—Lindsay Cesari, Baldwinsville School District, NY
Kirkus Reviews

Daughters of megawealthy celebrities really have it tough in this breezy, ultimately interesting continuation of the Daughters series by celebrity daughter Philbin. Fifteen-year-old Carina's apparently unfeeling father is richer than Bill Gates, but he cuts off her credit cards when she defies him. Limited to $20 per week, she can't even get through the day. She talks her way into a party-planning job but can't deliver on her promises. At this point the author allows Carina to mature through her experiences. Heretofore-unrealized imagination and spunk emerge in her party planning. She comes to understand that $900 for a pair of shoes is a ridiculous price and that both people and merchandise of good quality don't necessarily come from wealth. Writing with a light tone that should appeal to a young female audience, the author chisels a little depth into the niche of chick lit. She makes readers care for her heroes and disdain her villains, and if the plot twist is predictable, that's fine for this genre. Entertaining and not entirely fluffy. (Chick lit. 12 & up)

Children's Literature - Heidi Quist
Fourteen-year-old Carina Jurgensen, daughter of billionaire media mogul Carl Jurgensen, feels trapped under the weight of her father's demands and expectations, feeling "The Jurg" only cares about money and making sure she presents herself well, rather than caring about her as a person. After a few unpleasant days in a forced internship as his office copy girl, she finds a memo that she believes reveals a major money scam, and she leaks it to the press. In punishment, following Carina's own, albeit unintended suggestion, her dad cuts her allowance to an unbearable $20 per week (down from two credit cards and a bank account). The New York city-girl with friends, crushes, and enemies in high places struggles at first with the situation but soon meets a super cool public high school DJ who turns her thinking in the right direction. Carina learns and thereby sets the example of living with some good moral values such as honesty, financial wisdom, being true to oneself, and not jumping to conclusions without facts. Although the upper class lifestyle will not be the norm for most of Philbin's readership, Carina's lessons about money might help them to view the lifestyle more realistically, with less envy. Drawbacks would include the frequent taking of the Lord's name in vain, and the still-present value placed on money. Also, although admittedly she did a lot on her own, in spite of her efforts to avoid using her dad's name for favors, her reliance upon a man or boy to help her solve her problems is also still questionable. Reviewer: Heidi Quist
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316049030
  • Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
  • Publication date: 11/2/2010
  • Series: Daughters Series , #2
  • Pages: 276
  • Age range: 12 - 18 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.70 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Joanna Philbin

Joanna Philbin is the daughter of "Live with Regis and Kelly" host, Regis Philbin. She received her BA from Brown University, and later went on to receive an MFA in Creative Writing from The University of Notre Dame. She wrote feature and television scripts before becoming a full-time novelist. Joanna is currently working on her third title in The Daughters series, due out May 2011.

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The Daughters Break the Rules


By Philbin, Joanna

Poppy

Copyright © 2010 Philbin, Joanna
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780316049030

chapter 1

Carina Jurgensen squeezed the rubber stress ball over and over, looking out the tinted window as their car sped across town. Her dad’s black Mercedes raced west on Forty-second Street, gliding over potholes and swerving past taxis, as sleek and fast as the Batmobile. They seemed to be headed straight toward the Lincoln Tunnel, which could only mean one thing: they were leaving Manhattan. As they blew past the glittering marquees of Times Square, Carina got the feeling that she was leaving for good.

Beside her in the backseat, her father, Karl Jurgensen, tapped on his BlackBerry with his thumbs, his brows knitted in fierce concentration. From the moment they’d gotten in the car together, he hadn’t said a word, not even to their driver, Max. This, she knew, was a bad sign. Wherever they were headed, it was clear that her dad had already made all the arrangements. And he could do anything. That was the thing about having billions of dollars—nothing was impossible. If you wanted to whisk your only child out of New York City on an ordinary November night and make sure she was never seen or heard from again, you could do that. Nobody would stop you.

Her best friends, Lizzie and Hudson, were probably just reaching her building right now. She’d texted them minutes before she left, and now the doorman would tell them that she’d just walked out with her dad and a duffel bag into a waiting car, and they’d panic. They’d been warning her about something like this for weeks. Carina pictured them in her lobby. Hudson would do that frenzied-pacing thing, and Lizzie would stare off into the distance and pull at her red curls, trying to figure out just how serious this was. Of course they’d start firing off texts and phone calls, but she wouldn’t get any of them. Her iPhone was in her bag, which was locked up in the trunk and completely out of reach. But she wouldn’t be able to talk to them anyway, not with her dad sitting so close to her, emitting a kind of cold rage she’d never felt from him before.

“Where are we going?” she finally asked, daring to turn and look at him.

Karl kept his eyes on his BlackBerry. From this angle, in the dim light of the backseat, Carina thought her forty-two-year-old dad could almost pass for a college kid. It helped that he still had a head of thick brown hair, albeit sprinkled with salt-and-pepper gray, and a strong, movie star’s jaw. His days rowing crew at Harvard had given him a lean, broad-shouldered physique, which he maintained with the help of a personal trainer and strict instructions to his chef.

“Dad?” she asked again. “Can you just tell me?”

Without bothering to look up, he shook his head. “You’ve lost the privilege of more information,” he said flatly, still typing.

Carina felt her throat tighten with dread. She’d had plenty of fights with her dad over the years, but this was different. She was in serious trouble—the kind of trouble that could possibly alter her life forever, and not in a good way.

It had all started in September, two months ago. They’d been in the middle of another silent dinner at the twenty-seat dining room table—he at one end, reading a stack of daily status reports on his company and e-mailing his minions on his ever-present BlackBerry; she at the other, doing her geometry homework and texting Lizzie and Hudson—when suddenly he’d said, “Put that away for a second. I’d like to speak with you.”

She looked up to see his stern face, and a prickly sense of foreboding ran along her skin. The Jurg (as she and her friends called him) had no time for chitchat. His kind of talk usually fell into two categories: announcements and orders. Whatever he had to say sounded like both.

“I’d like you to start coming into the office,” he said, his brown eyes boring into her like lasers from across the table. “Three days a week. Wednesdays and Fridays after school, and all day on Saturday. We’ll start from there.”

“Come into your office?” Her voice bounced off the wood-paneled walls and floated up to the car-size crystal chandelier. “What for?”

The Jurg steepled his hands. “You’re my sole heir, Carina. It’s time you learned about the world you’re going to inherit.”

That world was Metronome Media, his empire of newspapers, magazines, cable television stations, and social networking websites. He’d started the company with one weekly newspaper when he was still at Harvard, and twenty years later, it had become the largest media conglomerate in the Western Hemisphere. One in three people read a Metronome publication or visited a Metronome-owned website every day. And all of this success had made the Jurg one of the richest men in the world. He owned five homes, a collection of vintage Jaguars, a fifty-foot yacht, a helicopter, a Gulfstream jet, and a collection of late twentieth-century art that rivaled the Guggenheim Museum’s. Celebrities, socialites, kings of small countries, and even the president called him on his private line. He’d even toyed with running for mayor once or twice, and then backed out at the last minute, much to Carina’s relief.

“Dad, I know all about your world,” Carina said, looking him straight in the eye. “And I don’t want to inherit it.”

The Jurg gave her a grave stare. “Isn’t it a little too soon to know that already? You’re fourteen. You don’t know what you want. And honestly, this is better than having you come into the business when you’re twenty-two,” he said. “By the time you’re out of Wharton you’ll be completely prepared.”

“I’m going to Wharton?” she asked.

“You used to love to come into my office when you were a little girl,” he continued, slicing into his steak. “Don’t you remember? Sitting in my chair? Pretending to hold a meeting in the conference room?”

“I was eight. I liked playing with American Girl dolls, too.”

“Carina, I was your age when I had my first job,” he said, more seriously. “Delivering newspapers. Now, I’m not asking you to have a paper route. What I’m asking is a few hours a week.”

“But I have other stuff going on,” she said, sitting up straight in her chair. “I’m the captain of the JV soccer team this year. Did you know that? And I already signed up for Model UN. And what about going to Montauk on the weekends? What about surfing? What about hanging out with my friends?”

Her father put down his fork and a faint, exasperated sigh escaped his lips. “Carina, soccer and Model UN are extracurriculars,” he said. “They’re not your future.”

Before she could respond, the door to the kitchen swung open and Marco walked in. He was dressed in the khakis and polo shirt that the Jurg made all of his help wear, and his sneakers barely made a sound on the wood floor.

“You have a phone call, sir,” he said in his quiet, deferential voice. “Tokyo.”

The Jurg took one last sip of his iced tea—he never drank alcohol—and stood up, dropping his silk napkin on the table. “You’ll start next week,” he said decisively, and walked out.

Carina sat for a moment in the empty dining room, and then pushed her heavy wood chair back from the table. So it was finally official, she realized. Her dad had no clue who she was.

For the past four years, ever since her parents’ divorce, she and the Jurg had lived together like roommates who were determined not to be friends. They avoided each other in the halls, made polite conversation when they had to, and generally pretended the other person wasn’t living there. Even though they had dinner together at least twice a week, it was usually silent, with both of them texting or e-mailing in between every mouthful. Carina learned to stick to “her” parts of the three-story penthouse: the den, the kitchen, and her bedroom. There was one obvious perk to all this: most of the time, she could come and go as she pleased, with only Otto, the security guard at the front door, keeping tabs on her. Unlike her friends Lizzie and Hudson, whose parents were sometimes too involved in their daughters’ lives.

But sometimes the distance between her and the Jurg was depressing. He didn’t know a thing about her, and he didn’t ask. Weren’t fathers supposed to know certain things about their kids, or at least want to know? For instance, he had no idea how much she loved to surf the waves at Honolua Bay, or how she couldn’t wait to turn eighteen so she could go on Outward Bound’s Patagonia trip, or how she had recurring dreams of finally beating Sacred Heart in the soccer championships and being hoisted on the shoulders of her teammates like in some corny sports movie.

But the Jurg had no time for details like this. He marched through the apartment always on his way to something else: the office, a meeting, a workout. He lived his life on a schedule. And there were no slots for her.

And now the fact that he wanted her to “learn the business” only proved how little he knew about her. True, she didn’t exactly have a specific life plan yet, aside from taking a year off before college to surf Fiji and then become a certified Outward Bound instructor. But she did know one thing: she would never be a businessperson. She couldn’t care less about making money. Or money, in general. And the idea of being around her cold, preoccupied, money-obsessed dad every day for the rest of her life was not an option.

In the days that followed, she pretended to forget their dinnertime talk. It wasn’t like her dad was going to make her work for him. But she knew from experience that when the Jurg said that he wanted something to happen, there was little besides a bomb or an act of God that could actually stop it. After a few more stony looks across the dining room table and unsubtle hints—like having his assistant call her to arrange an ID card—she gave up her spot on the soccer team, withdrew from Model UN, and went to his office.

As she expected, the work was mind-numbingly boring. All she did was Xerox status reports, memos, and charts of sales figures, none of which made sense. Just like at home, her dad was nowhere to be seen. Instead he’d stuck her with his chief operating officer, Ed Bracken, whom she’d nicknamed the Anteater and Creepy Manservant. Creepy Manservant was in his fifties and had greasy thinning hair, a clammy handshake, and a shuffling walk. He sucked up to the Jurg so much that Carina couldn’t believe her eyes half the time. She thought her dad would have been better off with a twenty-five-year-old super-hot MBA grad, or at least a guy who didn’t still live with his mother. But Creepy Manservant was by the Jurg’s side twenty-four seven, and now she had to answer to him. It was awful.

But even worse than the boredom and Ed Bracken was the sense that her future was slowly closing in around her. As she sat in a small office in her dad’s sterile, glass-walled skyscraper, forty floors above Times Square, she felt as trapped as if she were in a stuck elevator. Nothing she wanted to do or learn or try would ever matter. Her entire life was already mapped out, and she was marching in a straight line toward one, and only one, end point: to be her father’s Mini-Me.

And then one quiet Saturday morning at the end of September, she came across the memo that changed everything.

It was about Jurgensenland, her father’s annual charity event. Every Labor Day weekend, he turned the grounds of his Montauk estate into an amusement park, complete with spinning teacups, a Ferris wheel, an underwater submarine ride in one of his lakes, and a huge ball at night that cost ten thousand dollars a ticket. All of the proceeds went to Oxfam, the charity devoted to solving poverty and hunger. The Jurg had grown up poor in rural Pennsylvania and knew what it was like to go hungry. Whenever Carina worried that her dad had turned into a shameless moneymaking machine, she always took comfort in his charity work. Finding a solution had become one of his causes. When she saw Re: Jurgensenland in the subject line, she picked up the memo from the tray on Ed Bracken’s desk. It was from her dad’s accountant. It explained that the most recent event had raised three million dollars, but then she read:

Of this, $2M will go directly to the aforementioned charity. The remaining $1M will be diverted as discussed for Karl Jurgensen’s other use.

Other use. She read the words over and over again. At first she didn’t understand what they meant. And then it began to sink in.

He’s keeping the money, she realized as a chill went over her. He’s cheating the charity.

The more she thought about it, it began to make sense. It wouldn’t be the first time her dad had cheated. While her mom had never told her that he’d been with another woman, she’d pieced enough together to explain their divorce. As she stood there in Ed’s office with the memo in her hand, her thoughts flashed back to a night when she was ten years old, listening to her parents behind the closed bedroom door, her mother sobbing, her father yelling at the top of his lungs that I can do whatever I damn well want; you deserve it if you’re going to be so selfish.

She looked behind her, out the door to Ed’s office. His assistant had stepped away from her desk. She knew that she didn’t have much time.

Quickly she walked the memo down to the copy room. Without stopping to think about it, she placed it on the glass, shut the top cover, and pressed Start. The copy spit out of the machine. A few seconds later she snuck the original back into the file folder and put it in the tray on Ed’s desk. Then she folded the copy and stuck it in her messenger bag.

For the next six weeks, she kept the memo in the desk in her bedroom, hidden under her passport and her certification from scuba school. But she thought about it constantly. She talked about it with Lizzie and Hudson. And each night she lay in bed, wondering what would happen if she let it slip out into the world—say, over the Internet. She could always do that if things got really bad.

And then at the beginning of November, things got really bad.

“Ed says that you’re not applying yourself,” her father said one night after he called her into his office. He leaned back and forth in his swivel chair, stony-faced, and tapped his index finger on his lips, which was code for I’ve Had It. “He says that most of the time you’re there, you’re shopping on the Internet. Or that you skulk around, looking bored. And one time he found you asleep on the couch in your office.”

She grabbed a rubber stress ball from his desk and started squeezing it. “It’s not my fault if there isn’t a lot for me to do,” she said defensively.

“Then you find something to do,” the Jurg snapped. “You walk around. You sit in on meetings. Damn it, Carina, you have to apply yourself here. I can’t do everything for you. You’re supposed to be learning something here.”

“Well, if you’re so concerned about me learning something then why is your creepy manservant the one in charge of me?” she snapped back, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes.

“Because I have a company to run.” He looked down at the stack of papers in front of him and shook his head. “This isn’t a joke. I thought you were mature enough to know how to behave. This is my company. I guess I overestimated you.”

Something that felt painful lodged itself in her throat. She was only trying to please him with this dumb internship, she thought. And now she was being criticized? It wasn’t fair.

“Just don’t embarrass me,” he added, giving her a hard stare. “You’re my daughter. Remember that.” He uncapped his pen and returned to his work. “You can go now.”

She wheeled around and stalked out of the room, too furious to cry. So it wasn’t enough that she’d given up everything she loved to do. It wasn’t enough that she’d sacrificed her Saturdays—and her social life. Now he was going to yell at her, too?

When she got to her room, she ran to her desk and opened the drawer. If she’d had any scruples about sending the Jurgensenland memo into cyberspace, they were gone now. Her dad was anything but a do-gooder. He was a jerk and a cheat, and she didn’t care if the entire world knew it.

The next day, she scanned the memo into one of the Macs in the Chadwick computer lab and then wrote a sinister e-mail:

To Whom It May Concern:

I have reason to believe that Karl Jurgensen, net worth $225 billion, may not be handing over all the money he raised from his last Jurgensenland charity event. Please see the attached document for proof. Thank you so much.

She created a fake e-mail address, using just her first initial and her middle name as ID. And then with one click, she sent it right to the Smoking Gun, a website known for breaking news stories—and exposing the secrets of the rich and famous. She left the lab and headed to Spanish, feeling very calm and satisfied, as though she’d had a great run. Finally, she’d gotten back at him.

When she got home from school a few hours later, she checked the website on her MacBook Air. The story was already up. A headline in big fire engine–red letters made her gulp: DO-GOODING BILLIONAIRE A THIEF? SEE THE DOCUMENT THAT MAY PROVE IT. Below it was the memo. Beside it, a caption called it a “scathing indictment” from an “unnamed source” within Karl Jurgensen’s “inner circle.” The words Karl Jurgensen’s other use were highlighted and blown up, just in case people missed it.

Carina sat on her bed, staring at the screen of her laptop, her mouth open. She felt an immediate need to take it back. But she couldn’t. She’d done it. There was no going back. Now it was up there, for the whole world to see…

She jumped as her bedroom door burst open. There, in the doorway, out of breath and red-faced, stood her dad. His jacket was off, the knot of his navy-blue-and-white-striped tie was askew, and his normally slicked-back hair was hanging in pieces over his forehead. He looked like he’d just run forty blocks. She’d never seen him look this upset before. He knew.

“Get your things,” he said, still panting. “We’re leaving. You have ten minutes.”

“Where… where are we going?” she managed to ask. She was almost too stunned to talk.

“Ten minutes,” he repeated, and then stormed out, leaving her door wide open as he disappeared down the hall.

She grabbed her iPhone. She had to text Lizzie and Hudson. With her fingers trembling, she typed,

OMG! Come to my house ASAP!!!!

But as she touched send, she knew it was pointless. They’d never get there in time. When the Jurg said ten minutes, he always meant eight.

She yanked out a duffel bag from underneath her bed as her mind raced in circles. How did he know she’d done it? And where were they going? Their apartment in Paris? Was he so mortified that he had to leave the country? Was he going to ship her off to Hawaii to live with her mother? For a time she’d wanted to go live with her mom, but she’d gotten over that by now. Maui was a twelve-hour plane ride and four time zones away. She’d never see her friends again.

“Carina?” her father yelled from downstairs. “Let’s go!”

She threw whatever she could reach into the bag—a few pairs of her Stella McCartney underwear, her purple suede Pumas, her worn-in Cheap Monday skinny jeans, her MacBook. At the last moment, she grabbed the purple stress ball from her desk. She had a feeling she was going to need it.

She ran down the three flights of stairs, and then speed walked down the beige-carpeted hallway toward the front door. The walls were lined with part of her dad’s art collection, and Carina said a silent good-bye to all of the paintings as she walked by: Good-bye, Jasper Johns. Good-bye, Jackson Pollock. Just next to the Andy Warhol soup can stood the staff. They were in their usual bon voyage huddle, ready to see them off, except this time they were looking at her like she wasn’t coming back. Maia, the petite, sad-eyed housekeeper, gave her a teary smile. Nikita, still in her chef’s apron, slipped her a bag of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Marco gave her a small, official-looking nod. Even Otto, the serious security guard, gave her a brave smile. “Good luck, kid,” he whispered as she walked past, as if she were headed into mortal combat.

Just before she reached the front door, she craned her head to look at her dad’s Basquiat one last time. It was simply a black crown against a sea of white paint, but it had always spoken to her, even though she didn’t quite know what it meant. For all she knew, this would be the last time she’d ever see it. A tear blurred her vision, and then she blinked it away.

“Carina, come on!” her father shouted.

She walked out the front door and saw them waiting in the elevator: her father in his Burberry wool coat, staring coldly past her, and beside him, holding his garment bag and a small valise like it was his life’s only purpose, Creepy Manservant himself, Ed Bracken. It was hard to believe, but his comb-over looked even thinner and greasier than usual.

“Hello, Carina,” Ed said, giving her one of his typical smirks as she walked into the elevator.

And that’s when it hit her. Ed had told her father on her. Somehow, he’d found out that she’d copied the memo and leaked it online. All he’d said was hello, but she knew this with as much certainty as she knew anything. As the elevator dropped down to the lobby, she promised herself that no matter what happened to her, she’d make Ed Bracken pay for this.

Out on the street, Max and the black Mercedes were already waiting for them. Ed handed Max her father’s things and then took Carina’s duffel bag off her shoulder. “There’ll be more room for it in here,” he said snidely, dropping it in the trunk. Carina got in the car on the other side from her dad and watched Ed practically salute him as they drove off. Ugh, she thought. Of course it had been him.

Now Carina watched as the Mercedes hung a left on Ninth Avenue and barreled straight into the mouth of the Lincoln Tunnel. Her heartbeat sped up into double time. She was definitely leaving New York.

“For your information, I didn’t steal that money,” her dad suddenly said, making her jump in the backseat. “I put it in a foundation. Do you know what a foundation is?”

She looked over at him. He’d put his BlackBerry away and was staring out the window at the blur of white tile inside the Lincoln Tunnel.

“Sort of,” she murmured.

“It’s for tax purposes,” he said slowly. “That extra million is still going to the charity, but through the foundation instead of me. If you’d just asked me, you would have known that. Instead, you went ahead and formed your own conclusions.” He turned toward her, and his eyes blazed at her in the dim light. “How could you think I would actually do such a thing?”

Easily, she wanted to say. But she just swallowed and looked away from him.

“Well, this is all going to go away very fast,” the Jurg said briskly, turning back to the window. “Tomorrow morning, I’m releasing a statement that every dime is going to charity, and it’s going to run in every newspaper I own and all the ones I don’t. By the end of tomorrow, nobody’ll even remember this. It’ll be swallowed up by ten more important stories. But that still leaves the problem of what to do with you.”

Carina felt the golf ball in her throat come back. It stretched upward toward her eyes, where it swelled dangerously to the brink of tears. She squeezed her stress ball.

“You’ve had a reckless streak since you were a little girl,” he went on, tapping his steepled fingers on the car door. “You got it from your mother. And I stupidly thought you’d grow out of it.” He shook his head and gave a rueful chuckle. “It’s only gotten worse.”

They emerged from the tunnel into the wide-open darkness of New Jersey. As they took the curve of the New Jersey Expressway, Carina could see the skyline of the city west across the Hudson, already so far away it looked like a painting.

“So where are you sending me?” she asked.

“California,” he said crisply. “There’s a school a few hours north of LA, near Big Sur.”

Carina was silent. California: it was almost as far as Hawaii. “Is it a military school or something?”

“Not quite,” her father said. “But close.”

“And why are you coming?”

“To make sure that you actually enroll. I can’t trust you to do that on your own. I wish I could, but I can’t.”

The car turned off the expressway and onto a deserted two-lane highway, and then they finally turned onto a gravel drive, past a sign that read TETERBORO AIRPORT. A chain-link fence opened for them like magic, and they drove into the airport. There, on the tarmac, under the ghostly white lights, was her father’s Gulfstream jet, its tiny door flipped open and waiting to ferry her across the country.

“But when will I come back?” she asked, trying to keep her voice even. “When will I come back to New York?”

“June,” he said.

“What about Christmas?” she asked more desperately. “Will I come home then?”

“You’ll spend that with your mother,” he said. “In Hawaii.”

The car finally coasted to a stop a few feet from the plane. Carina heard the trunk pop open. Her heart was racing. She needed to get to her phone. She needed to let Lizzie and Hudson know what was happening before she got on that plane.

Someone opened the door on her right, letting in the near-freezing air. The roar of the plane’s engine was deafening. “Hello, Miss Jurgensen,” yelled the airport manager. “Welcome to Teterboro.”

She leaped past him and ran around to the back of the car. An airport technician with bright orange headphones was lifting her bag out of the trunk.

“I’ll take that!” she yelled, and grabbed it out of his hand. Spoiled brat, she could practically hear him think, but she didn’t care right now.

Her father was already striding toward the plane, the airport manager trotting after him, carrying his things. She didn’t have much time. She crouched down to the ground, unzipped the bag, and felt around frantically for her iPhone. At last she felt its glassy, cold surface under her clothes. She swiped the screen with her finger and went to her e-mail.

HELP! Jurg shipping me off to CALI!

she wrote, tapping the screen as quickly as she could.

“Carina!” Her father yelled from where he stood on the bottom stair. “Let’s go!”

She threw her phone in her bag and zipped it back up. With the bag over her shoulder, she hurried to the plane, sweat beading her hairline, her heart beating so fast that she thought it might explode. From this moment on, all she had was herself. Her friends couldn’t save her. Her old life was gone. But no matter what, she refused to cry. She would never cry in front of her dad. Not ever.



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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2012

    Really Good Book!!

    This book ,much less ,series is amazing. How Carina(main character) learns from her mistakes and realizes she doesnt need money to be happy is fantastic . This author is really good and definately knows how to write.!!!
    Anyone who might want to read this book should . BUT,only people over 11 or 12 should read this beacause it does have ,like, 1 bad word in it .

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2012

    Luv luv luv this book!!!!!!!!!

    This book is amazing!!! I totally recommend for girls 13 and up!!!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2012

    Amazing!

    Omg this book is amazing i got it last night and couldnt stop reading it (i fimished it at like 2 in the morning) :-)

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2012

    BEDT BEST BOOK FOE R best book for tenns

    LOVE IT

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2012

    Sample problem?

    The sample started off well but then it suddenly started repeating an entire section I already read in italics and repeated itself again in normal print...

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2011

    Wonderful

    The second book in the daughters series many can relate to when parents just do not understand

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2013

    Booklover8358

    OMG!!!!!!!! Even beter than the first

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2012

    Gh

    Perfect best book Icoould not put it down

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 24, 2012

    An Amazing Book!

    All of the daughter books are entertaing. I fell in luv w/ them! I cant wait 4 the the final books! This book is my fav.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2013

    Repeating.

    I saw some one type this and I agree it repeats a lot good book though

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2012

    Awesome!!!

    This is my most favorite series! Its great dor pre teens and teens. And these are good books that are entertaong amd u even learn a lesson from them! O would recomend this to u if u love fashion, dramma, and more!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 9, 2012

    Best One !

    Carina is my favorite character out of all three girls, and this second book is the best i have read so far out of 3 books of the series i have read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2012

    Good book!

    This was a really good book, and the ending is really unpredictable! My favorite in the series by far! :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2012

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    Nfjdks

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2012

    Question

    Is this the first or 2 or 3
    ?

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2012

    Keep fighting

    Family problems? Love at first sight

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2012

    Awesome!!!! :)

    I love The Daughters series! They're easy to read and you're hooked from the beginning. You should read the first one first if you haven't already.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2011

    A Good Read

    This book was a good book to relax with. The characters are realistic and feel like old friends.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2011

    Not too bad

    I gave this book as a gift but read it first. I liked it. It was an easy read and the characters were engaging. It was a little hard to relate since i'm not a rich girl from the upper east side.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2011

    Great

    Read the first because it is ALSO A REALLY GREAT READ!

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