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As incoming Head Hottie of the exclusive clique called Hot Spot, Gigi Lane knows it is her right to see that the ducklings at Swan’s Lake Country Day school fall into line. But when one classmate exposes her as a “mean girl,” Gigi slowly and wretchedly falls to the bottom of the high school social ravine. Gigi’s first-person account of her plummet from popularity is insightful yet naïve, set in a humorous, satiric world.
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As incoming Head Hottie of the exclusive clique called Hot Spot, Gigi Lane knows it is her right to see that the ducklings at Swan’s Lake Country Day school fall into line. But when one classmate exposes her as a “mean girl,” Gigi slowly and wretchedly falls to the bottom of the high school social ravine. Gigi’s first-person account of her plummet from popularity is insightful yet naïve, set in a humorous, satiric world.
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Editorial Reviews

Kirkus Reviews
Gigi Lane is just hours from ruling her all-girls school as the Head Hottie, the leader of its most exclusive clique, the Hot Spot. At the big dance before she's finally given all the Hot Spot's secrets, she's outed as someone who rules by cruelty, something frowned upon by the Hot Spot. To avoid a life of total humiliation, Gigi strikes a deal: She'll get a severance package from the Hot Spot if she can establish a place at the head of one of the other school cliques. She fails miserably at clearing the cliques, but navigating her way through the social network gives her a new perspective on school spirit. The story of the once-popular outcast gets a dark, sarcastic twist here. Gigi is a resourceful anti-heroine, one who refuses to stay down just because she's lost her social standing. The peripheral characters are silly caricatures of high-school archetypes, serving mostly to build Gigi's world. That quibble aside, the bleak humor and plot twists bring a new perspective to mean-girl stereotypes. (Fiction. YA)
Publishers Weekly
Gigi Lane is the meanest of the mean girls at Swan's Lake, “the eighth-best nonparochial, nonresidential school in the country,” and on her way to becoming the new Head Hottie (the leader of the all-girls school's most exclusive clique). But when Gigi falls from grace, her classmates enact payback for the cruelties Gigi has shown them. Gigi tries to reclaim her rightful place by rushing her school's many cliques, from the Glossies (“The girls you think are so pretty until you see them up close”) down to the Cursed Unaffiliated, who “you don't notice unless you trip over one of them while walking backwards.” She largely remains clueless, unable to reconcile her self-image with how nasty she can be, but slowly comes around. Vrettos (Skin) offers a very funny parody of the high school caste system, though the story bogs down during Gigi's protracted social death spiral. It stays in campy and fairly superficial territory, yet the underlying message about sisterhood, popularity, and identity is delivered in a package that's both memorable and fun. Ages 12-up. (Apr.)
VOYA - Kristin Anderson
At the end of her junior year at Swan's Lake Country Day School, Gigi Lane expects to be made head hottie of the Hot Spot, the most elite clique in school (with a network of past members who have power that extends beyond school). Instead, she is exposed as a bully by her favorite victim and is toppled from her pedestal. When she returns for her senior year, she finds herself clique-less and must rush each clique at Swan's Lake to determine where she belongs. As she is rejected by each clique in turn, from the "cheerleaders" all the way down to the "cursed unaffiliated," she discovers that something more sinister than even the uber-mean head hottie, Aloha, could dream up is going on at Swan's Lake. Set in a satirical world, much like that of David Levithan's Boy Meets Boy (Knopf, 2003), The Exile of Gigi Lane explores popularity in a rarified school environment where girls are so obsessed with cliques that they have completely forgotten to be obsessed with boys. Removing romance from what is, in many ways, a send-up of the teen problem novel genre, works very well and puts cattiness and shallowness at center stage. In spite of everything, Gigi is a likeable character who learns from her mistakes, even though, in the end, she still believes that her popularity is innate. This is a great cautionary tale that will be enjoyed by teens who feel marginalized by the high school caste system. Reviewer: Kristin Anderson
School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up—Gigi Lane thinks her life is perfect, and she's sure that she'll be ruling Swan's Lake Country Day School for Young Women next year as Head Hottie of the Hot Spot. Then, at the Founder's Ball at the end of her junior year, everything changes. When a classmate outs Gigi as being unbelievably cruel and mean, her status as Head Hottie in training is revoked, and she is banished to Alaska for the summer. Gigi thinks all will be well when she returns in the fall, only to discover that she has been exiled from the Hot Spot and forced to grovel her way through all the other cliques to find a place for herself. This satirical and unbelievable story of popular-mean-girl-turned-caring-individual is hard to take. Gigi is self-centered, egotistical, and unlikable, but as the story continues, readers can see her growing and changing as she acquaints herself with the lower-caste students. However, the book starts to drag as she tries to gain acceptance by each clique, with rejection always being the final result. Her sudden altruism seems forced, and readers might not be satisfied with her so-called saintly transformation at the end. Also, these teens never seem to come in contact with guys their own age; their lives revolve totally around their school and the hierarchy within. For stories about girls who make real emotional transformations, suggest Sarah Dessen's Lock and Key (2008) or Along for the Ride (2009, both Viking).—Traci Glass, Eugene Public Library, OR
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781439160688
  • Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books
  • Publication date: 4/6/2010
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 352
  • Age range: 12 years
  • Lexile: 860L (what's this?)
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Adrienne Maria Vrettos grew up on a mountain in southern California, where she rode dirt bikes and made a mean double-mud pie. Her first novel, Skin, was named an ALA Best Book for Young Adults, an ALA Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Adult Readers, and a New York Public Library Top 100 Books for Reading and Sharing selection. Her second novel, Sight, was an ALA Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Adult Readers and a New York Public Library Book for the Teen Age. She is also the author of The Exile of Gigi Lane and Burnout. Adrienne lives with her family in Brooklyn, New York, and you can visit her online at AdrienneMariaVrettos.com.
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CHAPTER TWO

Free* Haircuts!**
*If you have shoulder-length or longer hair
**We get to keep the hair.


(Do-Goods, we’re looking at you—bald kids need your help!)

“Good morning, Ms. Cady!” we both scream as we pass the stone statue of our school’s founder sitting proudly atop a rearing horse that guards the bottom of the school driveway. Two first-years, one dangling precipitously from the horse’s towering left hoof, and the other sitting atop Ms. Cady’s shoulders, look up at us as we pass, their polishing cloths paused.

We’re a few minutes early, so we park and blast the heat.

I’m exhausted but antsy, shifting in my seat so I can see the parking lot entrance. “They should be here by now.”

Deanna yawns and stretches, taking the ice pack off her knee, poking her scar, and tossing the ice pack back in the glove compartment before leaning back and closing her eyes. “We could take naps until they get here.”

“I hope Aloha doesn’t show up,” I grumble. “Maybe that way Fiona would boot her out of the Hopefuls.”

“Be nice,” Deanna says, her eyes still closed. “You know Aloha is the best choice for our third. She’s been our friend forever.”

I try to bite my tongue, but words come out. “Not forever. You and I have been friends forever. Aloha’s a transfer student. There is no forever, past or future, in our friendship.”

“Gigi Lane.” Deanna opens one eye and glares at me. “You’re being a total butt-wipe.”

I pout. “So?”

“So, we’ve talked about this. Is Aloha your friend?” Deanna, both eyes open now, pokes me when I don’t answer. “Gigi!”

“Yes, she’s my friend.”

“Why?”

“Come on, Deanna.” I groan, now regretting the fact that I walked right into a Deanna “Dear Heart” Jones love lesson.

“Gigi, why is Aloha your friend?”

I rush my oft-recited answer out in a sigh: “Because she’s funny and smart and kind of pretty, and when we were ten, she helped us carry that dog that got hit by a car all the way to the animal hospital and then cried when it died.”

Deanna nods. “Very good. I bet your heart grew two sizes just by saying that.”

I snicker. “And because who else are we going to pick for our third? Daphne ‘Dog Face’ Hall?”

She tries not to, but Deanna giggles. “Or Heidi,” she says, breaking into a devilish smile.

“Ick. No.” I shudder. Heidi is in our year and is on the path to becoming Head Cheerleader, a position that any Swan with barely above-average looks and moderate intelligence would be thrilled with. But earlier this year, when Deanna, Aloha, and I were tapped as Hottie Hopefuls, and Heidi wasn’t, she threw a fit. Flying pom-poms; furious scissors kicks; obscene, nonsensical cheers through her tears. It was hilarious. It was all just further proof she wasn’t ready for the popularity pressure cooker that is the Hot Spot. “That would have been a total disaster,” I say, a little giddy at the thought.

Total disaster. Ooh, there’s Aloha.” Deanna points out the window.

I look down the hill and see Aloha’s black Jeep screech into the parking lot. It roars up the hill and screeches again as she parks next to us, lurching to a stop, her hair flying in front of her face, her forehead almost hitting the steering wheel. Totally unfazed, she rolls down her window, and I roll down mine.

“Whaddup, tramps?” Aloha doesn’t look at us, but at her own reflection in the visor mirror as she pops open a tube of lip gloss and smooths it on. “Are we early or are they late?”

I grimace as I watch her pucker her lips and make a kissy face at her own reflection. “Aloha, where the hell have you been?”

Deanna pokes me and mouths the words, Remember the dead dog!

I sigh and start again. “You know Fiona wanted us all here on time.”

“Slept in,” Aloha purrs, flipping the visor back up. “What?” she says with a smirk. “Afraid Fiona will lay into you for not ‘controlling your fellow Hopefuls’?”

“Just get in the car,” I growl.

“Hi, Aloha!” Deanna calls. “Get in, I brought you a Pop-Tart!”

“You’re the tart, you tart!” Aloha calls back with a wink. She gets out of the Jeep and then makes a point of standing right by my window, smoothing down her hair and straightening her outfit.

Dear God, her outfit!

“Take it easy, Gigi,” Deanna murmurs, leaning over me to roll up my window. “Just don’t look at her.”

I nod. And keep nodding. I’m still nodding as I say through gritted teeth, “But, Deanna, she totally stole my style.”

“Dude,” she cautions, “we cannot keep having this discussion. You guys have a similar look. That’s all. Neither one of you is a style snatcher.”

I glance out the window to where Aloha is picking an invisible piece of lint off of her vintage 1970s high-waisted jeans. “Oh, come on!” I whisper-yell. “She knows I have that exact same pair of jeans! What if I had worn them today? What then?”

“Then you would have popped your trunk and grabbed the spare outfit you keep exactly for that kind of emergency.”

I shake my head. “But I shouldn’t have to!” I hiss, trying to keep my voice down. “She knows as well as you do that 1970s nondisco, nonpolyester, nonhippie, non-bell-bottom fashion is my thing! I was the first one to grow out and feather my hair, and I was the one that started wearing those high-waisted jeans she’s trying to cram her fat ass into, and I’ve been wearing dangly gold pendant necklaces for years. Plus, I have blond hair, which clearly works better for that sort of hairstyle. Her brown hair looks like feathered doggie doo-doo.”

“Are you done?” Deanna groans.

I shrug. “Maybe.”

“She’ll be sweating in jeans today,” Deanna finally offers. “It’s chilly now, but it’s going to be a high of sixty-two.”

I glance out at Aloha, who is retucking her chocolate brown silk shirt into her jeans, a snug argyle sweater-vest with a deep V-neck over it.

“I suppose my dress is more suitable to the weather.” I grin with a deep breath, smoothing down the fabric of my vintage micromini. “She’ll stink up that silk before lunch.”

“Exactly!” Deanna agrees.

“She’s going to smell like roadkill! Thanks, Deanna.” I pat her on her good knee. “I feel loads better.”

Aloha gets into the car, flipping her feathered hair as she does. “I cannot wait for this rushing bullshit to be over with.”

I whip around to glare at her. “If you hate it so much, you can drop out right now.”

Aloha shrugs and takes the Pop-Tart Deanna is holding out. “Nah. You’d miss me too much. Besides, if I dropped out, then I’d have to go be a Glossy or a Cheerleader, and there’s no way I’m going to demote myself.”

I can’t even look at her. “You shouldn’t be so flippant,” I snap. “You should show some appreciation.”

“For what? The honor of picking up Fiona’s dry cleaning?”

I’m Gigi Lane and Aloha wishes she were me. “Forget it. You just better hope they don’t find out how lacking you are in sisterhood. Ms. Cady would be—”

“Ms. Cady was a tramp.” Aloha laughs. “Why would I care what she thought of me?”

“She wasn’t a tramp!” I turn around again. “She had lovers! And she chose not to limit herself by getting married and giving up all her rights!”

“She was a spinster hag!” Aloha shouts gleefully, clearly loving the fact that I’m so riled up.

Deanna levels a glare at both of us and orders, “Be nice.”

Aloha pats her on the head. “Sorry, Dear Heart. Didn’t mean to sully your delicate sensibilities.”

“That’s okay.” Deanna shrugs. “You guys just drive me bonkers with your stupid faces.”

We’re all still laughing when I see a familiar sleek sedan pull into the driveway. “There they are.” I wipe my eyes and wonder how, once again, Deanna has made everything okay.

The Jaguar slows as it passes us, my stomach twitching at the tinted windows, knowing they are looking right at us. “Let’s go.”

We get out and follow along behind the car as it parks, like we’re Secret Service agents following the president’s car in a parade. We take our places—Deanna and I on the driver’s side, Aloha on the passenger, all of us standing three steps back, our hands clasped behind us. “Like butlers,” Aloha snorted the first time they made us do it, to which Fiona responded by making us address her only in pig latin for the rest of the month. When the engine shuts off, we glance at one another and then reach out at the same time and open the doors.

Fiona Shay sits in the driver’s seat. She is putting on lipstick. She doesn’t even look at me. “We’re not ready yet.” Next to her is her second in command, Poppy, and in the backseat sits Cassandra.

We close the car doors in unison and barely have time to step back into position before there are three quick knocks on the driver-side window from inside the car. We all reach out quickly and open the doors again. This time they get out.

Fiona steps so close to me I can smell her perfume, the brand of which I never find, no matter how many bottles I sniff at the mall. The scent is like a mix of gardenias and oligarchy.

“You’ll wash the car,” Fiona orders quietly, looking directly into my eyes. “And clean out the trunk. And when you’re done, you will wait outside the DOS for further instructions.”

Aloha pretends to stifle her groan when Fiona mentions the Den of Secrecy, and when Poppy, Cassandra, and Fiona all level their stares in her direction, Aloha just smirks at her shoes.

Fiona looks at me. “Control your Hopefuls, Lane.”

I nod, swallowing against the dryness in my throat. “Aloha,” I say, turning toward her. “School song. Five times.”

Aloha snorts.

Fiona glares at me, raising her eyebrows.

“In Latin,” I add, “and backward.”

Fiona nods her approval and walks away, followed by Poppy and Cassandra. We stand watching them, their perfect hair, their perfect posture, cutting a perfect silhouette of popularity for us to step into next year.

© 2010 Adrienne Maria Vrettos
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  • Posted April 30, 2010

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    You've Never Met A Girl Like Gigi

    I can sum this book up in one word: ridiculous. But strangely, I enjoyed it all the same.

    Gigi Lane, our narrator, is an over-the-top caricature of herself. She is the mean girl. The top-dog. The future prom queen. I'm sure you know the type, if not from real life experience, then from pretty much every teen movie ever made.

    Anyway, the book starts off at the end of her junior year at Swan's Lake- an all-girl private school run by the beautiful, powerful Hot Spot. The Hot Spot is a trio of flawless, uber-popular seniors which make sure the schools stays in order. They assign the first years tasks (such as cleaning window, vacuuming, etc.), they keep the cliques in line (the Cheerleaders, the Glossies, the Vox Foxes, etc.), have a mysterious Den of Secrecy, and are part of The Network- powerful connections that will have you set for life. Sounds awesome, right? Gigi, who is next in line for the Head Hottie throne, is super excited for her senior year. But as you can imagine, and correctly assume from the title and premise, things go wrong.

    I loved this book, though I didn't start out that way. By Chapter Three, I was convinced this was the most unrealistic bag of BS I've ever read. Had the writer ever been to high school in the least? I wanted to stab the very unlikable Gigi with a fork. Then Gigi came back from Alaska (read the book and find out), and a light shined down from the heavens as I finally understood what this book was. It was supposed to be over-the-top bs. It was sattire! Ohhhh

    After that, the book was a whole lot more enjoyable as I laughed at Gigi's bizarre antics and the absurd plot. Even though it was sort of predictable in the beginning, some of the twists at the end genuinely surpised me. And Gigi changed for the better.....sort of.

    So overall, I don't know. This will either be a hit-or-miss for some people. You'll either appreciate the humore, or give up on Gigi from the start. Most of the negative reviews on here complain about Gigi being "unrelatable", to that I say well, duh.

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  • Posted June 13, 2010

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    Reviewed by Jaglvr for TeensReadToo.com

    "I'm Gigi Lane, and you wish you were me." This is the affirmation that Gigi Lane recites to herself every morning and in times of deep stress. The daughter of the Girlie Bird self-help guru, Gigi has been taught to develop a confirmation that she can believe in and boost her confidence and self-awareness.

    All is going beautifully for Gigi towards the end of her junior year. She attends Swan's Lake, and is slated to be the next Head Hottie. The Head Hottie and her two cohorts unofficially run the school from the Hot Spot. Handpicked by the current Head Hottie, Fiona, and cohorts, Gigi, along with her best friend, Deanna, and transfer student, Aloha, spend their junior year pretty much as indentured servants - as well as continually trying to find the infamous DOS (Den of Secrecy) before the Founder's Ball at the end of the term.

    But all comes crashing down for Gigi when she mistakenly puts down a nothing girl, Daphne, one too many times, and at the most inopportune moment - as Fiona is to be crowned Founder's Ball queen.

    From that point on, Gigi's life is far from one that anyone would wish for. To save face, Fiona and the "Network" behind the Hot Spot ship Gigi off to an Alaskan fish plant for the summer. With no fashion but for overalls, and little to occupy her time, Gigi bides her time in exile. But when she arrives ill-prepared for the first day of senior year determined to take her rightful place, Gigi enters an alternate universe...one where Aloha is now the Head Hottie, and that nothing girl, Daphne, rules by her side.

    It's not until Gigi fights for a "severance" package from the Network to make her time of servitude worthwhile does the story really pick up and get entertaining. In order for Gigi to receive payment for her troubles, she has to get one of the other cliques in the school to fully accept her as a member. Trouble is, Gigi has stepped on more than one person to get to the top. But Gigi thinks she will easily become the head cheerleader, the star Mr. T, a Vox Fox, even a Gizmo. All to no avail. Through all her trials, she slowly comes to learn that her current affirmation may not be what it's all about.

    THE EXILE OF GIGI LANE is a great story of self-discovery of one girl who truly doesn't realize the world around her until she's pushed outside of everything she knows. It isn't until her love for her school comes through that Gigi learns who she is and what truly does make her happy.

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  • Posted May 22, 2010

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    GIGI LANE IS ANNOYING!!!

    This book starts off with Gigi, the most ANNOYING girl anyone has ever met! After pulling a stunt, she is exiled and towards the end although she does change, her journey was long and full of her stuck up attitude. The story itself was good, the main character? not so much. A book with a snobby girl that becomes a serial killer though? that's a GOOD snobby girl story!

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