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by Maureen Johnson

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From Edgar-Award nominee and New York Times bestselling author Maureen Johnson

A deal with the devil....
Jane Jarvis and her best friend Allison aren't exactly at the top of the social scene at Saint Teresa's Prepatory School for Girls, but they'll always have each other, right?

The day after an epically hideous and embarrassing disaster,


From Edgar-Award nominee and New York Times bestselling author Maureen Johnson

A deal with the devil....
Jane Jarvis and her best friend Allison aren't exactly at the top of the social scene at Saint Teresa's Prepatory School for Girls, but they'll always have each other, right?

The day after an epically hideous and embarrassing disaster, Allison comes to school transformed. Suddenly she's sporting a cute new hairstyle, and she has all the right answers in class. With the help of a strangely wise freshman boy, Jane discovers the unbelievable truth behind the drastic change: Allison has sold her soul to the devil. Now it's up to Jane to put it all on the line to save her friend--without losing her own soul in the process.

“Fast-paced and very funny.”—Booklist
“Great entertainment and hard to put down.”—Kirkus Reviews
An ALA Best Book for Young Adults
A New York Public Library Book for the Teen Age

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Johnson's (13 Little Blue Envelopes) offbeat book mixes humor and drama, with uneven results. When her best friend, Allison, trades her soul for beauty and confidence, brilliant, feisty Jane must confront the demon to get it back. Jane even puts her own soul on the line by making a bet. At first Jane, who narrates, thinks new transfer student Lanalee is just toying with her misfit friend, but after Jane makes her own contract with the teen demon (she has to get her ex-boyfriend to kiss her before midnight on Halloween) the heroine discovers what a real risk she's taken. She must call upon her friends, as well as the "demon hunter," Brother Frank, from her school's faculty and her own strength to beat Lanalee and save her soul. There are memorable moments throughout the book, such as Jane's "official contract with a representative of the Satanic High Command" appearing written in flames in her textbook, and Brother Frank telling her, "Many large corporations are actually modeled on hell... The policies and organization are almost identical." A strange cast of characters including the sugar-obsessed Lanalee and an earnest 14-year-old boy who died over 100 years ago will keep readers putting the pieces together until the Halloween night showdown. Unfortunately, this final conflict feels anti-climatic, failing to utilize Jane's cunning. The ending zaps much of the energy from an otherwise creative, engaging book. Ages 14-up. (Sept.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Jane and Allison are best friends, beginning their senior year of high school and looking forward to the Big-Little Day at their all-girls Catholic school. It is such a big deal that "littles"--those freshmen and new underclassmen--campaign to be selected by the most popular senior girls. Jane and Allison are not part of that group, but Allison has her heart set on being a "big." Jane is short, intelligent and smart-mouthed. She has an attitude that is both self deprecating and witty and when new student Lanalee Tremone volunteers to be Allison's "little" it looks like the start of a good thing. Unfortunately, Lanalee is not who she appears to be; that is, she is not a sophomore transfer student, but is someone more "devilish." That character trait leads the second half of the novel to address the clash between good and evil in a battle for the soul. Allison has sold her soul for popularity and Jane is not about to let that happen. Brother Frank, Jane's math teacher, understands what is going on and steps in to help Jane, as do several other folk familiar with the ways of the devil. Lanalee and her demons confront the girls at the Poodle Prom, a Halloween event designed to help new demon recruits gain souls. The whole notion of demonic deals is treated as such a commonplace event that readers will need to suspend their disbelief in order to appreciate Jane's dilemma. KLIATT Codes: JS--Recommended for junior and senior high school students. 2006, Penguin, Razorbill, 272p., $16.99.. Ages 12 to 18.
—Janis Flint-Ferguson
Children's Literature - Amie Rose Rotruck
When Jane's best friend Allison commits the cardinal sin of throwing up during a school assembly, it seems certain that Allison's already low social status will plummet further. Soon after this happens, however, Allison comes to school as a well-dressed, intelligent, and good-looking person. Jane smells a rat and soon deduces the terrifying truth: Allison has sold her soul to the devil, who is masquerading as a teenage girl. With the help of a priest, a teenage boy MUCH older than he looks, and a former enemy teacher, Jane tries to save both Allison's soul and her own. By blending typical chick lit, modern horror, and a few traditional demonic elements, Johnson has created a true masterpiece in this title. Jane is a very witty and sympathetic narrator, and the other characters are truly intriguing, be they demon, victim, demon hunter, or clueless bystander. One of the must-read young adult novels of 2006.
With just a bit more editing, Devilish would be very well written. This enticing story will pull you in and keep you reading. But, sadly, this plot is also a little too farfetched, making the characters seem unbelievable and faded. The book is full of exaggerated high school ranking systems and rather unlikely courage. It is still an outlandish but fun pink read. VOYA CODES: 3Q 4P J S (Readable without serious defects; Broad general YA appeal; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12). 2006, Razorbill/Penguin Putnam, 272p., Ages 12 to 18.
—Ava Donaldson, Teen Reviewer
School Library Journal
Gr 8-11-Tiny senior-class genius/spitfire Jane Jarvis is seriously out of place in St. Teresa's Preparatory School for Girls in Providence, RI. Although she considers herself to be above the school's traditions, she wants to help her clueless best friend, Ally, obtain a good freshman sister at the annual Big-Little ceremony. Alas, when Ally forcefully vomits in front of the entire student body, she needs more than Jane's help. After a brief period of avoiding her schoolmates, all of a sudden she's cool, gorgeously attired, confident, and sophisticated. Well, everyone knows that high school is hell, so it makes semi-sense that demons abound, and Ally has sold her soul to one. Jane is determined to save her. Odd things start happening, from giant hailstorms to self-igniting textbooks, and Jane sadly bids farewell to her family and throws herself into mortal-and immortal-danger. Just when all seems lost, a believable plot twist ties the ends together. Well-developed characters are Johnson's forte, and readers will delight in meeting the heroine's friends and, especially, her family. The scenes in the Catholic high school are hilarious without making a mockery of religion (for example, Sister Rose Marie gives Jane a demerit for "lack of caution in adverse conditions" for rushing through the lobby when the power goes out). Buy multiple copies for your Johnson fans or you'll end up with a long reserve list.-Susan Riley, Mount Kisco Public Library, NY Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Feisty, rebellious and exceptionally smart, Jane would appear to be the last student at her strict Catholic high school to join in a fight with real demons from Hell. She constantly battles with the Sisters at her school. But when best friend Ally morphs overnight into a femme fatale and begins dating Jane's still-cherished ex-boyfriend Elton, Jane hits bottom. Lanalee, a new student, claims to have made a deal for Ally's soul, so Jane agrees to another deal: She'll trade her own soul for Ally's unless she can get Elton to kiss her by midnight on Halloween. Jane doesn't really believe it, but soon learns the danger is all too real. Although the subject matter would seem to fit the trash genre, Johnson writes with flair, intelligence and humor. Her characters are well-realized as she builds suspense as deftly as Stephen King. Great entertainment and hard to put down. (Fiction. YA)

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Ever hear those stories about people forced to dig their own graves at gunpoint?

On the entire train ride to Boston, I sat across from Elton and Ally and dug my imaginary grave. I considered the length of the shovel handle, how long it would take me to climb out of the hole, just how much satisfaction I would derive from showing dignity in the final moments of my life.

I always used to wonder about whether or not I'd do it. I think I'd probably throw down my shovel and say, "You do it. You're going to shoot me anyway." But then again, if you dig really slow, you get to live that much longer. And there's always the possibility that you'll figure out a really clever way of evading your captors, probably by whapping them with the shovel or throwing dirt in their eyes.

By the time we got into South Station, I had decided that I would probably start a refusal speech, but then they'd lower the barrel of the gun at me, and I'd immediately crack and start crying and begging. Then they'd shoot me before I was done, just to get me to shut up.

It's the worst ending to the scenario, but I knew it was the most accurate one. At least for the way I was feeling at the moment.

I was doing it. I was on the world's worst fact-finding mission. There they sat across from me, not knowing that I knew about them, pretending to be innocent. Elton looked formally uncomfortable, like someone had an antiaircraft weapon trained on his seat, which they would fire at any point if he made the wrong move. He also looked good, long and lanky with an untucked striped dress shirt. He always made an effort. Elton ironed if he felt it was necessary. He was that kind of a guy.

And Allison, whose idea this was, sat silent. She was blue pale, like the color of fat-free milk. An elegant blue pale, offset by a deep blue dress and black boots. I hadn't dressed for the occasion-I just had on a gray chunky knit sweater and jeans because it was cold. I felt grubby and small next to Allison.

"So," Elton said, "what do you guys want to do? Lunch?"

"Sure," Allison said, not turning from the window. "Whatever you want."

She was completely absolving herself from responsibility for this situation. She kept her eyes fixed on the rolling view, as if she was trying to drink it all in-all the convenience stores, train station parking lots, the backs of housing developments. It was as if she hadn't asked me to come here, hadn't said that Elton was her friend too. She was barely with us.

Elton put on his headphones. The only thing I had in my bag was that stupid vampire novel, so I opened it on my lap and stared into its pages, occasionally flipping one for show. My eyes burned. My heart struggled to get out of my chest. I kept reflexively balling my sweaty hands up. But I managed to keep my composure.

It was a cold, stern Tuesday in Boston, and we arrived with no better idea of what we meant to do than what we started with. We ended up at Quincy Market, a former major Boston landmark with a four-column Greek facade, now a mall with a long, fancy food court. We split up in search of food. Allison only wanted a chai tea. Elton went for a heavy curry. I had no appetite but didn't want to be seen as the bitter ex-girlfriend who refused to eat. I ended up with a clam roll because the seafood place was the only one without a line. As soon as we sat down, Ally excused herself, leaving Elton and me to our lunches.

He dug into his curry. I rearranged my clam roll a few times and tried a few bites but soon gave up the effort. Elton set down his fork. We looked at each other.

"So . . ." he said. "This is awkward."

"All part of the new Allison," I said.

"I think she's just kind of growing into herself," he said. "I'm just saying. New clothes, new friends . . ."

"What new friends?" he asked.

So, Elton didn't know anything about this society. Well, obviously, I had to tell Elton about this. Elton was perceptive. Elton would have insight. And Elton and I would have something to talk about. And we would save Allison together from the clutches of weirdos. And then we would . . .

One step at a time, I reminded myself.

"She's met some people," I said. "I've been kind of worried about it. They're giving her money. They say it's a scholarship, but . . ."

"Oh, I know she got a scholarship."

That deflated me a bit. But I pressed on.

"No," I said. "They funding her in all kinds of weird ways. Giving her money to buy things like clothes, purses, a new cell phone. That's where all of her new stuff has been coming from."

"They don't give out scholarships for that," he said, looking over with a slightly cocked eyebrow.

"That's my point," I said. "Doesn't this make you kind of worried?"

"Her aunt gave her some money for clothes," he said, spearing a curry-stained potato with his fork. "And she got a scholarship."

"It's not her aunt," I said again, much more firmly. "Don't you see? She told me it wasn't her aunt."

"She told me it was."

"Then she lied to one of us," I said, leaning back and pushing my tray just slightly in his direction, in an act of minor defiance.

Elton shook his head and chomped down a few quick bites of curry. Then he tapped the fork thoughtfully on the side of the black plastic plate.

"Don't you think you probably just misunderstood her?" he asked.

"That's a big misunderstanding," I said. "I'd have to be really stupid to get that confused."

"People make mistakes. But okay-so what if you're right? What if she did get a scholarship like that? You should be happy for her. I don't see why you're not. Why are you just trying to pick everything apart about it? Is it because you didn't get it?"

This was more than I could bear. It was so wrong.

"You think I don't know," I said, tears burning at my eyes. "But I know. I saw you."

He knew. All annoyance fell from his face and was replaced by a truly horrified expression.

"Jane," he said. "Look . . ."

I couldn't take it.

"Here," I said, pushing the clam roll at him. "Take it. Just take everything."

I went directly to the bathroom. It was time to get this out in the open. Allison was there, gazing into the mirror, touching her face with the tips of her fingers, making small circles on her cheeks, admiring herself with a silent awe.

"Jane," she said, not turning around. "I'm glad you're here. We should talk. . . ."

She leaned herself against the wall. She was getting a little thermometer-headed, pale right up to the hairline.

"I've made a terrible mistake," she said, "and I can't fix it. I thought it would all be okay if I was here with both of you because you two can fix anything. But I realized on the train that you can't fix this. You can't even talk to each other. This is pointless."

Slow tears began to dribble down her face, ruining her perfect makeup. I took a heavy breath, and it staggered in my chest.

"I know," I said. "I know all about it."

"You do?" she said. Her eyes grew bright.

"Yes. I saw you. I followed you."

"Followed me where?"

"To Elton's."

"Oh. Yeah. I should have figured that."

Her chin sank, and she seemed instantly bored with that topic. I wasn't quite expecting that reaction. I was expecting more of a dropping to the knees and begging for forgiveness. Instead, she went to the window and pushed it open with the flat of her hand. A sharp burst of cold air came in, and she breathed it deeply.

"I need your help," she said. "I need you to talk to her for me."

"Talk to who?" I said, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hand.


"Her who?"

"The demon," she said matter-of-factly.

All of my personal trauma dissipated, and I stood very still. Things had just changed. They had gone in a very unexpected direction, one that I immediately knew we wouldn't be returning from for a long time.

All I could think to reply was, "The demon is a her?" Not, "What the hell are you talking about?" or, "What size rubber sack do you think they'll put you in?"

"She is right now."

"And she's . . . nearby?" I asked.

"She's at our school."

"Right," I said.

"I traded my soul, Jane," she said.


"I did. This is not a joke."

"I'm not laughing."

"I signed a contract," she went on. "I was desperate. But there's still time if you talk to her . . ."

I'd read somewhere that there is really no such thing as "crazy," that we all slide along a scale of acceptable behavior and thought. But when someone starts telling you that they've been talking to demons-this is a sign that they've gone down the slippery slope to the far end of the scale. You are supposed to take them by the hand and escort them back to their seat in reality or find someone who can.

"I know you don't believe me," she said. "I was afraid of this."

She pulled a small medicine bottle out of her purse.

"I took these from my mom's bathroom cabinet this morning," she said. "I don't want to . . . but I have to take them."

"What are they?" I asked.


This would have little impact on most people, but it meant a lot to me. Allison was allergic to penicillin. One pill could probably do her serious harm. More than one would kill her for sure.

This is one of those moments in life that I feel like certain "very special episodes" of television shows and well-meaning school counselors try to prepare you for, but nothing can get you ready for an actual emergency. These moments aren't backed up by musical sound tracks and careful camera angles. This was just me, in a Boston bathroom, my best friend holding a bottle full of a substance that was incredibly toxic to her.

"Allison," I said, "give those to me. Put them in my hand." I held out my hand as far as I could without moving from my spot and spooking her.

"She doesn't believe me," Allison said quietly to the void. "If Jane won't listen, no one will listen."

"Come on," I said again. "Give those to me."

She popped the top off the bottle.

"Don't come any closer," she said. "Go."

I had twelve thoughts at once. I would call 911. I would my dad. I would call Lanalee. Strangely, it flashed through my mind to call Owen since he was clearly waiting to hear from me. I would bound across the room and snatch the bottle and take them myself. The ceiling would fall down, knocking them from her hand.

"Go," she said. "I don't want you to watch."

"I'm not going."

"Okay." She dropped three of them into her palm. I could see she was shaking now. "I'll take them if you don't go. I shouldn't have told you. I shouldn't have gotten you involved. Just get out."

She held the pill an inch from her bottom lip and glared at me through watery eyes. I had no choice now. I bolted out the door and into the food court. I skidded back to our table, where Elton was scowling at my clam roll.

"Get up!" I said. "It's an emergency!"


"Allison's threatening to kill herself."

"Kill herself?" he repeated. He looked around the food court, obviously thinking what I would have thought-people don't threaten to kill themselves in places like these. They get cheese fries instead and opt to do it more slowly, on a thirty-year plan.

"She's got a bottle of penicillin," I said. "That's why she brought us here. She's threatening to take them."

He needed no further explanation. He was up in a shot.

We arrived in the bathroom to find that Allison was standing in front of the mirror, twisting up a lipstick.

"Al," I said, immediately quieting down. "It's okay. We're both here now. Tell me you didn't take them."

"Take what?"

"Those penicillin."

"I can't take penicillin," she said. "It would kill me."

Elton threw me a baffled look.

Was my mind playing tricks on me? Her eye makeup was a bit smudged and her eyes were red, but otherwise, she was totally calm. Maybe this is what suicidal people were like-switching moods on a dime.

"I want you to give me the bottle," I said. "Come on now. You know we care about you."

"What bottle?"

"You know what bottle."

Elton was glancing between us, deciding which story seemed more plausible.

"There is no bottle," she said. "If you don't believe me, here."

She held out the tiny Coach bag. Elton stepped forward and took it. He pulled out the cell phone, a small wallet, some keys, and an eyeliner. He turned it upside down and shook it and then carefully replaced everything.

"They could be anywhere," I said. "They could be in the trash."

"There are no pills," Allison said. "Jane, why are you saying this?"

Elton had made up his mind.

"I'm going," he said firmly. "I'll meet you out there, Al." She nodded, still looking adorably confused by the whole thing.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"Jane," she said, her face falling. "Just forget everything I said, okay? And what I did."

"What do you mean, forget it?"

"Don't get involved. I don't need you to. I don't want you to. I want you to go. Just go. I promise I won't hurt myself, but go."

So I did.

Elton was waiting just outside the door, holding my bag. "That was not okay," he said, passing it to me. He wouldn't even look at me. "If this was some kind of trick to get us back together or something, then it was sick and it didn't work. I think you should leave."

Both of them were telling me to go, and both seemed to mean it. So I put my bag over my shoulder and left.

Meet the Author

Maureen Johnson is the author of many young adult novels. Visit her at www.maureenjohnsonbooks.com or on twitter: @maureenjohnson

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Devilish 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 36 reviews.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Jane's best friend, Ally, has always been there, and always been pretty much the same. She's never been a social butterfly or anything, but she and Jane have been through a lot at their all-girls Catholic high school, and now they've reached their senior year. One big part of being a senior at St. Teresa's is having a "Little." This means picking a freshman or new student and showing them around. On Big-Little Day, there is a forty-five-minute period when Bigs and Littles pair up, and having a good Little is definitely a status symbol for seniors.

As Jane fears, Ally does not do so well. She throws up all over the one freshman coming in her direction, and runs to the bathroom where Jane comforts her, sacrificing her own chance for a Little. Surprisingly, though, Ally does get a Little--a new sophomore girl named Lanalee.

Ally gets more than a Little. Soon after pairing up with Lanalee, she shows up at school with new hair, new clothes, a new cell phone--and a new personality. She's way more confident than before, but she's also blowing off Jane, her best friend. The new Ally is not necessarily improved.

There's more going on here than meets the eye, though. Who knew that selling your soul was actually possible? Well, now Jane and Ally do...but how do you stop the devil?

DEVILISH is a funny, fascinating, and unique take on selling your soul. It's wonderfully written, with interesting and lifelike characters that readers are sure to love and love to hate. The supernatural element in this story is nicely done, and keeps unraveling to the end, showing more and more of what's going on, even when you think you've got it all figured out. This novel kept my attention all the way through, and is sure to be a favorite of anyone who reads it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was absolutly amazing! I was not able to put it down!! It had a great amount of suspense and the plot was just outstanding! This book is a must read!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have a very open mind when it comes to books, but this book was almost too weird. The plot was interesting, but I don't think it worked very well.The ending was very, very strange and a bit stupid. If you're looking for something new, read this, but don't expect too much out of it. This was the first book by Maureen Johnson that I didn't really like.
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Awesomeness1 More than 1 year ago
This story was to strange to be engrossing. The plot was all over the place and shallow, and the characters were unbelievable and flat. However, it was humorous, but not exactly memorable.
Shelbyl1021 More than 1 year ago
Jane and Allison were best friends,but the big-little competition, not only changed their friendship, but also their lives. Lanalee offers to be Allison's little (some school thing where freshmen are "owned" by the seniors) after an embarrassing incident in the gym. But.. she forgets to mention the fact that she's a demon, who plans to capture her soul by giving her everything she wants. Jane gets ripped apart from Allison faster than she ever imagined. With this she goes on a quest to save her best friend. Devilish shows how a loyal friendship can be, but also how unloyal. People can be selfish and greedy. It just goes to show how people will give up their best friends, or even their soul to get what they want, or just that last moment of popularity. It also proves the advice our parents gave us when our first love breaks our heart, "People are not always who you think they are". Who knows, there could always be descrete little imps running around in human form. Overall I thought it was great book, funny yet suspensful, not to mention the love story that unfolds.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought the book was very good. As unrealistic as it is, the book is good. The charecters feel, and there emotion almost feel like they are bleeding on the page. It has a sappy ending, but it's very good. Some people might count it as a romance novel because there is stalker - ish checter in the book, but I dont want to reveal anything, but lets just say things work out. The whole "Demons" consuming souls thing seemed really stupid to me, but it left a great book for interesting plot twists and whatnot. The book is a bit hard to fallow in the middle, but it was good. Maureen Johnson really knows how to write a good book. The books that I recommended are different in many ways, although they are all very good. I strongly, Strongly, Strongly Recommend THe Disreputable History of Frankie Landau - Banks. The Title sounds really boring, but it's very good. (I think that any girl right now would recommend Twilight...)
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Hillann More than 1 year ago
Devilish is a great quick read for someone who just wants a quick story of mystery and demons. This book was not one that could bring upon an obssesion like Twilight, but it's ok if you have nothing else to read.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is so good. I'm not one for teenage girly books but this book was hilarious and I had no idea what was coming. It was unpredictable which was nice and I really recommend it to anyone who likes to read a lot.