Girl, Barely 15: Flirting for England

Girl, Barely 15: Flirting for England

by Sue Limb
     
 

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A hilarious prequel rounds out our funny chick lit series.

Jess Jordan is barely 15. Fred is her often-aggravating best guy friend; her father is a lonely bachelor; Flora is her gorgeous best friend, a constant liability; and Ben Jones is barely a twinkle in her eye. Into this innocent scene are dropped 30 or so helpless French exchange students. Jess and

Overview

A hilarious prequel rounds out our funny chick lit series.

Jess Jordan is barely 15. Fred is her often-aggravating best guy friend; her father is a lonely bachelor; Flora is her gorgeous best friend, a constant liability; and Ben Jones is barely a twinkle in her eye. Into this innocent scene are dropped 30 or so helpless French exchange students. Jess and her mother are assigned to house Eduoard, a shy, awkward, and painfully English-deprived boy Jess’s age. To counter what Jess fears is Eduoard’s growing crush on her, Jess convinces her friend Fred to pose as her boyfriend, but he refuses to take their fake relationship seriously. Add a gorgeous, womanizing French student, an ill-fated camping trip in a student’s backyard, and Flora just being, well, Flora, and you have all the makings of an international incident. Will Jess be able to keep the peace, or even translate the whole debacle to the confused French students? The future of England is on the line. . . .

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Naomi Williamson
Jess Jordan does not enjoy her French class and she does not know why she volunteered to let an exchange student from France stay in her home. And she really does not know why she said "yes" to hosting a BOY exchange student. What follows is typical for teenage girls and boys. Letters are exchanged with both Jess and her exchange student sending "altered" information and pictures. Chaos reigns when the exchange students arrive and, as in life with teenagers, there is drama, spitefulness, romance, and humor. Readers will empathize with Jess as she deals with her parents, her best friends, and her not so best friends. Limb's very British tone of writing will be appreciated by readers from any country. This is an excellent opportunity for students to learn about other cultures and see that being a teenager can be the same regardless of the country. Readers will want to look at Limb's other stories about the life of Jess Jordan. Reviewer: Naomi Williamson
KLIATT - KLIATT Review
The beginning of a series, the title alone reveals that this is not heavy reading but escape for teenage girls, with rotating partners worthy of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Fifteen-year-old Jess Jordan is an English schoolgirl with one subject on her mind: boys. Specifically, she is thinking about her French pen pal Edouard, who will shortly be coming to England as part of an exchange group for two weeks. Jess knows little French since she doesn't pay attention in class but instead spends time gossiping and passing notes with her beautiful best mate Flora and her less best mate Jodie and her guy pal Fred. All, except Fred, are also hosting exchange students and all weave romantic fantasies about the suave, debonair French hommes, and yes, a few French femmes, descending upon their school. Edouard has received a computer-enhanced picture of Jess featuring Beyonce's eyes and Scarlett Johanssen's lips, which when she actually meets Edouard she realizes probably terrified him. In person, Edouard is a short, shy, strange little guy who barely speaks English. However, Jess's friend Josie is hosting the man of her dreams, a handsome, tall French boy named Gerard. Josie, not as beautiful as Flora or even as beautiful as Jess, who claims not to be beautiful, attaches herself to Gerard's side, but he has the stereotypical roving French eye. Before long, amidst a series of comedic mishaps, the four friends are entangled in a love-love-love-hate-hate-hate relationship. All's well that ends well, however, and soon Edouard and Gerard are headed back to Paris. The next book will feature the English students visiting France. Probably Edouard will grow taller and Fred moreromantic. Age Range: Ages 12 to 18. REVIEWER: Myrna Marler (Vol. 42, No. 1)
VOYA
AGERANGE: Ages 12 to 18.

Jess Jordan's life has quite enough drama. Her divorced parents are not as civil as they claim to be. Her grandmother is having conversations with her dead grandfather. And her French pen pal Edouard is visiting. To make matters worse, Edouard is tiny for his age and it is rumored that he has a crush on Jess. If only she had paid attention in French class, maybe she could at least talk to Edouard and set him straight. Instead she must settle for having her friend Fred pretend to be her boyfriend so Edouard will not pursue her. But what if Jodie's gorgeous French visitor Gerard thinks Jess is unavailable? Her fantasy of French romance might never come true. Limb's heroine, Jess, is a funny, believable fifteen-year-old. She and her friends are typical teenagers. Fred and Jess are still in that awkward stage where a punch and an insult represent affection. And although their dialogue is a bit silly, it will ring true to most teenage readers. The girls in the group are fueled by hormones-"I even fancied a traffic warden yesterday." With their friendship as the most important thing, this novel will appeal primarily to girls in junior high, who will see themselves in Jess and her friends. Reviewer: Christine Sanderson
April 2008 (Vol. 31, No. 1)

School Library Journal

Gr 7-10- Laugh-out-loud funny, this prequel to the now four-part series about Jess Jordan is sure to be a winner with fans of British chick-lit. After receiving his picture in the mail, Jess falls in love with her French exchange student. Then she meets him face-to-face and discovers that he's as small as an elf, speaks almost no English, and has a fascination for spiders and snakes. Worse, he has a crush on her. Efforts to discourage him, involving Jess pretending to have a relationship with her best friend, adorable if nerdy Fred, change when she develops a crush on another French exchange student, Gerard. When this ladies' man comes on to Jess and then to her friend Flora on a camping trip with some classmates and their exchange partners, Jess isn't the only one who is jealous of Gerard and Flora, and watching everyone's reactions is hilarious. The fast pace will keep readers turning the pages. A few of the scenes don't further the story, but even those are so full of sparkling wit and slapstick humor that it doesn't matter. The tale stops rather than ends, leaving readers waiting for the next installment to see if Jess catches a glimpse of gorgeous classmate Ben's appendicitis scar.-Catherine Ensley, Latah County Free Library District, Moscow, ID

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780385735384
Publisher:
Random House Children's Books
Publication date:
01/08/2008
Series:
Girl, 15 Series
Pages:
256
Product dimensions:
5.88(w) x 8.52(h) x 0.88(d)
Lexile:
660L (what's this?)
Age Range:
10 - 17 Years

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Girl, Barely 15: Flirting for England


By Sue Limb

Delacorte Books for Young Readers

Copyright © 2008 Sue Limb
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780385735384

Dear Edouard,
  . . . or may I call you Ed? Edouard is so . . . it sounds a bit . . .

Oh no! Insulting him already! Being rude about his name! Jess screwed up the piece of paper and threw it at the bin. It missed.

Dear Edouard,
You're my French exchange partner . . .

He knows that already, retardo! Jess screwed up the piece of paper and threw it at the bin. It missed.
Dear Edouard,
Hi! My name's Jess Jordan and apparently we're exchange partners . . .

"Apparently"? As if it had all happened by accident and Jess was a bit embarrassed about it? And would, to be honest, have preferred to exchange with a monkey?
Jess screwed up the piece of paper and also screwed up her eyes, her fists, and her toes and uttered a strangled cry of anguish. Why was this so damn difficult? She looked out of the window. It was raining. Mustn't mention that. French people probably thought it rained in England all the time.
If only she hadn't got herself into this mess. A couple of weeks ago, the French teacher Mrs. Bailey had said she had "an announcement to make about the forthcoming French exchange scheme." She'd looked awkward.
"Things are a bit unusual this year," she'd said, "because there are more French boyswanting to take part than English boys. So I'm afraid some of you girls will have to have a French boy as your exchange partner. Put your hand up if you don't mind."
Jess's arm had shot up so fast, she'd almost dislocated her shoulder. A French boy! What could be more sexy? Jess was dazzled by the thought of all those French footballers with their shiny brown eyes and pouty French lips.
But now, trying to write her first letter to the guy, she was so wishing she hadn't. If only Edouard had been a girl, Jess could easily have dashed off a letter introducing herself, no problem. But now she felt self-conscious. She had to come across as attractive, charismatic, and mysterious, even if her country was saturated with rain.

Dear Edouard,
I'm your French exchange partner. I'm sorry I have to write in English, as my French is totally useless. My name's Jess Jordan and I live in a loft-style apartment overlooking twinkling skyscrapers. My mum is descended from the Royal House of Portugal. Her name is Joanna the Slightly Mad. My dad lives in Hollywood. He's a film producer. I was born on a stormy night in July, when it rained rubies . . .

So much for fiction. Jess screwed up the paper. It missed the bin. OK, there was only one way of doing this. She had to imagine Edouard was a girl--even call him by a girl's name, and then just change the name back to Edouard afterwards.

Dear Josephine,
Hi! I'm your French exchange partner. My name's Jess Jordan. I hope you don't mind if I write in English. It's OK if you write back in French, because my mum understands it. She's a librarian. We live in an old terraced house, not far from the park.
My dad's an artist and he lives miles away, by the sea. My parents split up years ago but Dad and I talk loads on the phone and send each other texts and e-mails. I see him when he comes up to town.
I don't have any brothers and sisters, which is OK, but I don't have any pets either, which is a major tragedy.
I'm about average height and I've got dark hair which is just ordinary, but I have really high-class, Nobel Prize-winning dandruff.

Jess crossed out that last bit about dandruff. It sucked, trying to describe the way you looked. Mrs. Bailey had said everyone should introduce themselves by letter, and supply a photo. They had to give their letters in to Mrs. Bailey as if they were essays, and she was going to check them all before sending them off.
How totally Stone Age, thought Jess. Everybody uses e-mail these days. Mrs. Bailey was such a control freak.
But the horrors of trying to write the letter were nothing compared to the agony of selecting a photo. Should she send him the one where she looked like an overweight stalker? Or the cross-eyed terrorist with a headache? Neither, of course. In fact Jess had had a brilliant idea about the photo--but right now she had to get back to the freaking letter.

I like music, especially rap. I love watching TV comedy, and when I leave school I want to be a stand-up comedian. How about you?

Jess's mind went blank. Her brain stalled. She had stopped thinking of Edouard as a girl and become trapped once again in the knowledge that he was a guy.
Suddenly the phone rang. Jess threw down her pen, raced out to the kitchen, and grabbed the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hello, dear, it's only me!" It was Granny. Jess beamed and sat down on the nearest chair.
"Granny! How are you? Tell me the latest about your exciting life! Have you been windsurfing today?"
There was a plate of grapes on the table. Jess helped herself to a few. She could hear Granny chuckling. That was good. They'd been a bit worried about Granny recently, since Grandpa died. But today she sounded quite chirpy.
"No, dear, I haven't been windsurfing today. I thought I'd try that bungee jumping instead." Jess laughed. Granny's  fantasy repertoire of dangerous sports was a standing joke. "But how are you, Jess, love? Looking forward to the Easter holidays? When do you break up?"
"Oh, I don't know," said Jess. "I'm hopeless with dates and stuff. But before Easter we've got the French exchange thingy. This guy Edouard's coming to stay."
"Really, dear? A boy? How did you get that one past Mum?"

Continues...

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Meet the Author

Sue Limb’s writing career has included various assignments for magazines and newspapers, radio work, television series, and several books for adults and children. She lives in Gloucestershire, England.

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