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Jet Set

Jet Set

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by Carrie Karasyov, Jill Kargman

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Gossip Girl meets Cinderella in this boarding school story from bestselling authors Carrie Karasyov and Jill Kargman, star of the Bravo series Odd Mom Out.

Lucy Peterson is on scholarship at a Swiss boarding school, but she doesn't quite fit in at a place where caviar is served at every meal and royals lurk around every


Gossip Girl meets Cinderella in this boarding school story from bestselling authors Carrie Karasyov and Jill Kargman, star of the Bravo series Odd Mom Out.

Lucy Peterson is on scholarship at a Swiss boarding school, but she doesn't quite fit in at a place where caviar is served at every meal and royals lurk around every corner. She's just an average American teen and Ivy-League-bound hopeful who wants to kick some academic and tennis butt.

But before she knows it, Lucy finds herself going out of her way to impress a real life prince and somehow she's earned the popular clique's irrevocable scorn. What has she gotten herself into?

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Anita Barnes Lowen
Thanks to a tennis scholarship, Lucy Peterson is one of the newest (and poorest) students at the exclusive Van Pelt boarding school. Her classmates are a kaleidoscope of the world's aristocracy. The son of a Russian coal tycoon, the daughter of the deposed king of Italy, an Indian princess, a Texas oil billionaire's son, and Prince Oliver, a member of the British royal family. Disdained by the Diamonds, the snotty power clique that everyone wants to join, Lucy is drawn into her friend Sophia's scheme to dish for Gab! Magazine, a glossy monthly that covers celebs and socialites. Sophia's Dad and his editors have arranged for Sophia to come to the school an as undercover reporter. They invented a fake background, bought a title off the internet, and paid the tuition. All Sophia has to do in exchange is supply them with as much gossip as possible. Now Lucy is having second thoughts about agreeing to help Sophia. If she backs out, will Sophia claim that Lucy is the one responsible for the malicious stories that have been appearing in Gab! Magazine and end Lucy's days at Van Pelt? A Cinderella tale that, of course, ends happily. The nasty Sofia is exposed for what she is, the Diamonds become Lucy's friends, and, naturally, Lucy finds herself in the arms of her Prince Charming. "...and I gazed at this guy, gorgeous beyond fantasy, as he leaned toward me for the most passionate, all-enveloping kiss I'd ever shared." This book is a quick and entertaining read. Reviewer: Anita Barnes Lowen
School Library Journal

Gr 8-11

An Army brat with a great tennis arm, Lucy Peterson is tired of her family's constant moving around and wants to settle at a school and make some long-term friends. She is accepted as a scholarship student at the Van Pelt Academy in Switzerland, a prestigious institution for the children of royalty, corporate magnates, rock stars, and the general elite. However, as she begins 10th grade, she worries that she won't fit in with her über-wealthy classmates. This story abounds with the trappings of teen novels: new friends, mean girls, crushes, confusing relationships, backstabbing, and more. Current stars, trends, designers, etc., are name-dropped throughout the book to showcase the extreme affluence of the student body and to contrast Lucy's situation and feelings of displacement. Lucy is a likable, if not always sympathetic, character. She and her supporting cast are never wholly developed, and some of her decisions seem very shallow. Still, this breezy novel is a fun read that will be popular with teen girls.-Heather E. Miller, Homewood Public Library, AL

Kirkus Reviews
Yearning to put down roots after years of moving because of her career-Army dad, sophomore and rising tennis champ Lucy Peterson earns a scholarship to the elite Van Pelt Academy in Switzerland while her family is stationed in Germany. Uncertain of how to fit in among the world's aristocracy, she instantly befriends Sophia, a fellow outsider who knows everyone's secrets-and has a secret of her own. After too many snubbings by "the Diamonds"-two princesses and a Greek shipping heiress-she helps Sophia pull off a devious prank that could jeopardize her scholarship and her standing among her classmates. But when Lucy regrets her decision later and confronts her new friend, Sophia declares war. Even a romance with Antony is clouded by doubts about his character-and constant thoughts of fellow teammate Prince Oliver. Whom, then, can she trust? Lucy must start with herself. Part Gossip Girl, part Cinderella, this lighthearted, designer-label-laden look at teen relationship angst is predictable yet entertaining. (Fiction. YA)
Teen Vogue
“Get ready for major drama.”

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Jet Set RB/SB

Chapter One

Imagine a school with endless gilded hallways that rival Versailles. A chandelier-filled dining room with a painted ceiling that echoes the Sistine Chapel. Thirty-foot-high arches as you walk into the mahogany library. Priceless collections of rare books and illuminated manuscripts. Art worthy of the Louvre. Marble from the rarest quarries. Picture a majestic castle nestled into a lush green mountainside next to a glistening river, and inside it students hailing from around the globe.

It ain't Hogwarts, people. It's my new school: the elite Van Pelt Academy in Switzerland. And while there aren't wizards, wands, or dragons, there is plenty of magic...the storied history of generations of royal alumni, a network of global power hatched from friendships struck at age fifteen, and an air of mystery that shrouds this private school that is, without a doubt, the Who's Who of the world.

My classmates are a kaleidoscope of the world's aristocracy. The son of a Russian coal tycoon, the daughter of the deposed king of Italy, an Indian princess, a Texas oil billionaire's son, the son of an Arab emir, a jewelry house heir, a fashion empire scion, and so on. I don't know how to say the phrase "over the top" in Latin, but if I could, I would have nominated that to be the school's motto. Families had decorators flown in during the summer to design their children's rooms before September's arrival day, which was today, my first day of tenth grade. There were personal porters with piles of Vuitton steamer trunks, safes on dollies, and standing garment racks (lest the couture frocks get wrinkled accordion style in a suitcase).

Do Isound bitter? I wasn't, hand to God, I swear...I knew I was truly blessed beyond measure to be here. I just felt a tad pauperish given the illustrious backgrounds of my fellow students. Take the school store, for instance. Yours may have pens, paper, letter sweaters, the like. We had a huge glass-domed room like a London gallery, filled with booth after booth of satellite stores... a mini Chanel, Versace, Vuitton, Tiffany (and others I had never heard of )...all with bursar billing so some dynastic darling could scribble her signature, charge a fur vest to Daddy, and be off to enjoy her new purchases. So, as you can tell, it's not your normal institution. I mean, New England prep schools may be fancy, but they don't have 300-count sheets or maid service. Or room service. Or dry-cleaning service. If you went to some ivy-covered Massachusetts institution and you happened to get hungry late at night? It's called a vending machine, people. Van Pelt has a leather-bound hotel-style menu in every dorm room, listing every food you could ever dream up. Too bad there wasn't much I could afford on it. . . . I was offered a small monthly stipend with my full scholarship, but it wasn't enough to keep me afloat in this Monopoly land. People don't even bother to lock their doors here because they're all so rich, why would they need to steal anything?

Safes are provided for all the royal jewels, of course. Let me clarify how I fit into this picture. My dad is a lifelong military man, which means my family has constantly moved from place to place. But I have always been the Good Girl who did what she was told and adapted seamlessly. Being the dreaded "new girl" at school wasn't actually that bad for me; I generally thrived in academic environments, and I always had the structure of a team sport with my tennis playing. Killing on the tennis courts has been a huge feather in my Nike visor. I had just started ninth grade when I knew I couldn't move again. I desperately wanted roots. I had been playing scholastic hopscotch too long, and my parents had promised me that I could go away to boarding school . . . if I could get myself a scholarship. I browsed catalogs for schools in the United States dotting the Eastern Seaboard from Connecticut to New Hampshire.

But something about being so far away from my family kept me from filing my applications and writing my essays, which wasn't like me. I'd never been much of a procrastinator and had gotten straight As, geek style, pretty much since they started giving grades, albeit in check-minus/check/check-plus form. I knew thiswould be a huge decision, and I was agonizing over where to apply when I was walking down the street in my most recent hometown (Munich) and bumped into the older sister of a friend from my school in Spain. She had just graduated from Van Pelt and raved about it with stars in her eyes, saying wistfully thoseyears had been the best years of her life.

Hmm . . . a boarding school where I could stay for three straight years and be on the same continent as my family? I knew of a few in England but they were all single sex and supposedly all legacies. Intrigued, I logged on to the website to register my request for an application. I was emailed back a password for the private pages of the website so I could surf the myriad images of Prince William look-alikes dressed formally for class and brandishing stacks of old books, even switching to the famed Gstaad campus for the winter term, where instruction is in the morning so students can ski in the afternoon. For real. How many schools in the world switch campuses midyear to accommodate choice slalom time? One. Mine. Yeah . . . crazy. But what really attracted me was the image of row after row of tennis courts.

They had cement courts, they had clay courts, but most important of all: grass courts. The rarely seen nature's courts were the definition of high maintenance, with thrice daily mowings that made a golf course look overgrown. In all my life I had never played on grass. It had been a dream of mine, and I couldn't imagine going to a school where they would be readily available to me. I was sold. My parents were sold, my dad especially, who was determined that I get a top education and go to a top school. He thought Van Pelt was a great idea. I just needed to sell the school.

Jet Set RB/SB. Copyright © by Carrie Karasyov. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

Carrie Karasyov & Jill Kargman are best buds who met at their all-girls private high school in New York City. They have cowritten two novels for adults, The Right Address and Wolves in Chic Clothing, and two novels for teens, Bittersweet Sixteen and Summer Intern. Carrie is also the author of The Infidelity Pact, and Jill is the author of Momzillas.

Jill Kargman is the New York Times bestselling author of nine books, including The Right Address, Wolves in Chic Clothing, Momzillas, and The Ex-Mrs. Hedgefund. Her latest effort is a nationally bestselling book of essays, Sometimes I Feel Like a Nut. She is also a featured writer for Vogue, Harper's Bazaar, Town & Country, and Elle, and a copywriter for her greeting card company, Jill Kargman Etceteras.

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