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Fans of Beautiful Disaster will devour Diana Peterfreund’s Ivy League novels—Secret Society Girl, Under the Rose, Rites of Spring (Break), and Tap & Gown. At an elite university, Amy Haskel has been initiated into the country’s most notorious secret society. But in this power-hungry world where new blood is at the mercy of old money, hooking up with the wrong people could be fatal.
 
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Overview

Fans of Beautiful Disaster will devour Diana Peterfreund’s Ivy League novels—Secret Society Girl, Under the Rose, Rites of Spring (Break), and Tap & Gown. At an elite university, Amy Haskel has been initiated into the country’s most notorious secret society. But in this power-hungry world where new blood is at the mercy of old money, hooking up with the wrong people could be fatal.
 
Eli University junior Amy Haskel never expected to be tapped into Rose & Grave. She isn’t rich, politically connected, or . . . well, male. So when Amy is one of the first female students to receive the distinctive black-lined invitation with the Rose & Grave seal, she’s blown away. Could they really mean her?
 
Whisked off into an elaborate initiation rite, Amy awakens the next day to a new reality and a whole new set of “friends”—from the gorgeous son of a conservative governor to an Afrocentric lesbian activist whose society name is Thorndike. And that’s when Amy starts to discover the truth about getting what you wish for. Because Rose & Grave is quickly taking her away from her familiar world of classes and keggers, fueling a feud and undermining a very promising friendship with benefits. And that’s before Amy finds out that her first duty as a member of Rose & Grave is to take on a conspiracy of money and power that could, quite possibly, ruin her whole life.

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Yale grad Peterfreund sets her debut novel at the fictional Ivy League school of Eli University. Literary magazine editor Amy Haskel, a junior at Eli, expects to get tapped for a middle-of-the-road campus society, which would fill out her resume nicely. Instead, abducted by mysterious men in black-hooded cloaks, she joins the most elite society, Rose & Grave, a.k.a. Diggers. Conflict arises because not everyone wants women to join the once men-only society. The opening pages suggest intrigue, but the book is more of a coming-of-age story as Amy learns to appreciate herself and find sisterhood with her fellow Diggers. Perhaps because it is the first installment in the "Secret Society Girl" series (the second is due in summer 2007), the novel feels more like an introduction to the characters than a finished narrative. With much of the book devoted to college hijinks such as drinking and hooking up, it is likely to have more appeal for twentysomething readers. Appropriate for large popular fiction collections, especially those serving college populations. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 3/1/06.]-Lisa Davis-Craig, Canton P.L., MI Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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An intimate glimpse at an elite college's secret clubs. Amy Haskel, a harried literature student at Eli University (a thinly veiled Yale, the author's alma mater) is concerned about her future. An Ivy League diploma no longer guarantees career success, and Amy can't rely on influential parents to secure her prosperity. For Amy, landing a coveted editorial position upon graduation can only be achieved through Herculean efforts. She studies maniacally and uses her scant spare time to pad her resume. Her latest achievement, nabbing the editor-in-chief spot at Eli's literary magazine, leaves Amy feeling optimistic. She's a shoo-in for Eli's literary society, Quill & Ink. Soon Amy is whisked away to a clandestine location for a ritualistic initiation. To her surprise, she learns she hasn't been tapped by the writer's guild after all, but instead by Rose & Grave. For the first time in the group's storied history, Rose & Grave has decided to tap, or initiate, women. Rose & Grave is Eli's most exclusive club, whose members include U.S. presidents and captains of industry. The club's trust fund hovers in the tens of millions. Amy is smitten with her fellow Rose & Grave initiates and the splendid perks of membership. But the party doesn't last long. Infighting breaks out in the society and Amy has to prove herself worthy of her powerful new friendships. While the plot is a winner, Peterfreund's writing is thin and the novel feels best suited for teens. The heroine comes off as insecure and out of her league-which would be charming if Amy would ever reveal some prowess as a leader and unleash her intellect. This is the first in a series; let us hope Peterfreund polishes her prose and educates herheroine before the next installment. The impressive plot earns this project a B, but the banal dialogue and wimpy heroine downgrade it to a C.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385340021
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/18/2006
  • Series: Ivy League Series
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 5.60 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Diana Peterfreund graduated from Yale University in 2001 with degrees in geology and literature. A former food critic, she now resides in Washington, D.C. Her previous two novels, Secret Society Girl and Under the Rose, are available now from Delta.

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Secret Society Girl


By Diana Peterfreund

Random House

Diana Peterfreund
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0385340028


Chapter One

Chapter 1


It all began on a day in late April of my junior year. I was in my dorm room, for once, trying to squeeze in a load of laundry between a tuna salad sandwich in the dining hall and my afternoon lecture on War and Peace, or as I like to think of it, WAP. (That's not an acronym, by the way, but onomatopoeia. It's the sound the hefty volume makes when I drop it on my desk.) Professor Muravcek's* lectures tended toward the impenetrable side and I wanted to spend some time brushing up on my notes. I was tilting toward a B in that class, which was unacceptable if I wanted to graduate with honors in the major. However, it was either laundry or rushing out that night to buy a new package of underwear. You know you're desperate when trekking downtown to GAP Body is easier than waiting for a free dryer.

But neither Tide nor Tolstoy was in the cards for me that afternoon. I'd just finished disentangling my disentangling my fuchsia lace thong (Friday night date panties) from the legs of my "going out jeans" and was on my way out the door with a load of darks when the phone rang.

Crap. It was probably my mom. She seemed to have a divine sense of when I'd be in my room.

I balanced the basket on my hip and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Amy Maureen Haskel?"

"You got her," I said,shaking one of my balled-up gym socks free.

"Your presence is required at 750 College Street, room 400, at two o'clock this afternoon."

Two o'clock was in fifteen minutes. "Who is this?"

"750 College Street, room 400. Two p.m." And then the line went dead.

I plopped back onto the faded couch, strewing tank tops and pj bottoms across the floor. Talk about rotten timing. There was no question in my mind who it was on the other end of the phone. Quill & Ink was the "literary" senior society on campus, the usual refuge for scribblers of all varieties. It boasted several well-known writers amongst its alumni, and as the current editor-in-chief of the campus literary magazine, I knew I was a shoo-in, just like my predecessor Glenda Foster had been before me. That is, I would be if I made it to the afternoon's impromptu interview.

I was going to have to have a long talk with Glenda. She was in the Russian Novel class, too, and knew I was struggling, yet still scheduled my society interview during lecture time!

Society interviews were always arranged on super-short notice. Part of the test was to see if you could get there. I hadn't yet figured out what they did if the prospective tap didn't answer her phone-if she was busy, for example, enduring both the crime and the punishment of Professor Muravcek's soporific speaking voice.

Laundry all but forgotten, I hurried back into my room. Though the interview would be merely a formality, I fully intended to follow along with society pomp and circumstance and dress up. (Societies are all about the spectacle.) My suit was crammed in the back of my closet behind my ski jacket and the flared velvet getup I'd worn to February's seventies-themed Boogie Night. I hadn't worn my suit since January's spate of internship interviews, during which I'd landed a posh (insert eye roll here) summer job xeroxing form rejections at
Horton. It needed a good lint brushing, but otherwise, it was okay. I paired it with a fresh cotton shell, and went spelunking for a pair of panty hose sans runs. On the third dip into my underwear drawer, I found one. When, oh, when will I learn to throw away unusable nylons? (Not today, apparently.) I stuffed the other two pairs back in the drawer and wrestled the third onto my legs. I needed to shave, but the nylons would cover that.

In January, I'd gotten my light brown hair cut into one of those shoulder-length, multilayered bobs I was positive was the height of fashion for the Manhattan literati. (It wasn't.) The downside of the cut was that, even with three months' growth, it took twenty minutes with a blow dryer and a big round brush to make it look halfway decent. I didn't have that kind of time right now, so I was relegated to ponytail-ville.

I slipped into my black pumps and clopped through my suite's early Gothic-complete with lead-veined windows-common room. We have one of the sweetest setups in the whole residential college-two sizeable singles connected by a wood-lined common room that featured a non-working, but darn pretty, fireplace. Only downside is the slightly pockmarked hardwood floor. Have I mentioned how much I hate heels? The door to the suite opened before I could turn the knob. My suitemate and best friend, Lydia Travinecek, entered, balancing an armload of dusty library books, a travel mug of coffee, and her dry cleaning. Lydia is always more organized than I am. She has time for lunch, homework, and trouser pleats. It's like she's a lawyer already.

She looked me up and down. "Quill?"

I shrugged. "Who else?" Quill & Ink wasn't a secret society in the traditional sense. Heck, they didn't even have one of those giant stone tombs like the big societies used to hold their meetings-just a one-bedroom apartment above Starbucks. She nodded curtly, and flopped the dry-cleaning bags over the back of our couch. Two days ago, Lydia had hurried out of here in her own carefully pressed suit. "Good luck, not that you'll need it. Hasn't every Lit Mag editor gotten into Quill & Ink since, like, the Stone Age?"

Pretty much. I pushed back the tiny thread of annoyance that Lydia hadn't yet told me what society had been courting her. It was silly; I knew that when Tap Night came around and she was picked by her society (whatever one it was), Lydia would drop the secrecy routine.

She took a paper sack out of her messenger bag and held up a bottle of Finlandia Mango in triumph. "Check it out. I thought we'd go tropical with our Gumdrop Drops tomorrow." Gumdrop Drops had become a weekly ritual in our suite since Lydia turned twenty-one last August (I didn't go legal until December). A bottle of vodka, two shot glasses, and a bag of Brach's Spice Drops to use as chasers were all we needed for a party. I wondered briefly what would happen to the tradition once we were both in our respective societies and had other obligations on Thursday nights (all the secret societies meet on Thursdays and Sundays).

"Awesome! Can't wait. Gotta run." I waved good-bye and clopped out of the suite, down the stairs, and into the sunny April afternoon. Connecticut had finally decided to get with the program and realize it was spring.

I just knew Lydia would be tapped. She'd been vying for election into one of the more prestigious societies since the moment she'd stepped on campus as a freshman. She honestly felt that it was the only way to get anywhere at this school. I thought the attitude was a bit out-of-date, myself. This wasn't the twenties, when you were tapped into a society straight out of graduating from Andover or one of the other elite prep schools, and every student on campus was white, male, and rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

In those days, failure to receive election into one of the big secret societies was tantamount to permanent social ostracizing. Forget the leather-furnished office on Wall Street, forget the vacation home in Newport. Your kids probably wouldn't even get into Exeter!

But the world didn't work like that anymore. Now most of the societies had diverse membership rosters that reflected a modern student body composed of kids from every walk of life. There was no doubt in my mind that come Tap Night, even without the benefit of blue blood, Lydia would be elected into one of the best societies on campus-Dragon's Head, perhaps, or Book & Key. In fact, the only secret society I knew she would not get into was Rose & Grave, the oldest and most notorious society in the country. But that was because all the members-known as "Diggers"-were men.

As for me, I was joining Quill & Ink for the same reason that I did everything else-it would look good on my resume. I was already well acquainted with the other literary types on campus. They were all my nearest and dearest. We didn't need the formality of a society like Quill & Ink to cement our bond. What we did need was the networking and resume puffing it would provide us. You know how it goes. If there's an organization to head, an award to win, a connection to pursue-you've got to do it. Otherwise everyone would wonder why you didn't,
and your whole carefully constructed C.V. of success would topple like a ninety-eight pound freshman at a kegger. This was it, 750 College Street. And, according to my watch, I had a little over ninety seconds to make it into the room. And yet, when at last I arrived, slightly puffing, at the darkened classroom on the fourth floor, the first words out of the mouth of the person who laser-pointed me to my seat were: "You're late."

I looked at my watch again, though I couldn't see the hands in the dark. "I-"

The shadowed man sitting at the nearest table pointed something at me that glowed with a green 2:01 in digital numbers.

"This is an atomic clock. You were forty-eight seconds late."

"Are you joking?" I squinted, trying in vain to see his face through the gloom. Since all of our classrooms are equipped with motion-detecting lights, I was surprised that they managed to pull this off. They'd draped the windows with black hangings, and though each of the dozen people seated about the room appeared to have a book light in front of their place, the most I could make out was a jawline here, the curve of a nose there. Wow, they'd gone all out. Must be the writers' creative juices at work.

"Are we joking, Ms. Haskel?" Shadow Guy #2 said with what I swear was a sneer. I didn't even need to see it. "Do you believe there is anything about this process that is a joke?"

Not until now. But come on, what was this, Eyes Wide Shut? "No, sir."

I strained my neck to see if I could recognize Glenda's features amongst the group, but I couldn't make her out. Where was she? Oh, let me guess. War and Peace. I was so going to swipe her lecture notes!

"Let me assure you, Ms. Haskel," Shadow Guy #2 went on, "that we take our election procedure very seriously. Punctuality is of utmost importance to us. So is electing a person who can be trusted to obey the mandates of the society, no
matter how minor they might seem."

Whoa. So forty-eight seconds and I'd screwed the pooch? I sat up in my seat. "I understand that, sir, and can assure you that I will take my position in the society very seriously." I paused, weighing the advisability of my next words. "I didn't know I was supposed to invest in an atomic watch. Do I get one of those when I join?"

No answer.

I giggled nervously. "What about a grandfather clock? I heard every member of Rose & Grave gets one at graduation." Quill, however, didn't quite have the endowment for such lavish presents. Maybe they could swing a Timex.

Still nothing. Um, was this thing on? "Though I suppose that a grandfather clock would be hard to lug around." Lame, lame, lame. "And probably not atomic." Shut up, Amy. Man, I was crashing and burning here.

We sat in silence for a full ten seconds. And then someone three rows back spoke up. "Ms. Haskel, if you could answer a few questions for us." I saw a shuffling of papers. "I have here your transcript. It states that sophomore year you received a B-- in Dust Pages: Ethiopian Immigrant Narrative of the Mid-20th Century West."

"Yes."

"Do you have an explanation for that performance?"

Yeah, beware of classes bearing colons. In this case, the prof was a prick who thought that everything in the text that was even remotely cylindrical was some sort of phallic representation, and unless our term papers explored the ongoing problem of feminine penis envy, we'd completely missed the
mark.

I think he had bedroom issues.

The B-- was my single black mark in my English major, or would be as long as I kicked all 1,472 pages of WAP ass in my Russian Novel final.

"I'm more of a New Critic than a Freudian analyst," I began, choosing the time-honored liberal arts tradition of obfuscation. If you can't beat 'em, confuse 'em. "The signifiers of the primary texts in the class"-man, even I didn't know what I was saying by this point-"lent themselves to readings more in keeping with the works of Said, Levi-Strauss, and . . ." Crap. I ran out of steam. Okay, pick an old standby. ". . . Aristotle's theories as laid out in Poetics."

Ha, question that! I was an English major. I could bullshit with the best of them.

The third-row shadow smiled, and I could see that someone had a very talented orthodontist. His choppers were as bright and even as a movie star's. "Good answer." Then he cleared his throat.

All the lights blinked on and off. Twice.

Shadow-Who-Smiles shuffled a few more papers. "Do you remember Beverly Campbell?"

"My third-grade teacher?" I'd had to think about that one for a minute. Glenda had not warned me of any of this. No doubt she was sitting pretty right now, taking notes about the bleak Siberian winter in her usual purple gel pen. And here I was, getting grilled by Quill & Ink for heaven knew what reason. Wasn't I supposed to be a sure thing?

Furthermore, it was official: I didn't recognize any of these people's voices. Had they brought in alumni to conduct the interviews? "If we asked Beverly Campbell about you, what would she say?"

"That I was good with phonics." Enough of this. "Come on, it was third grade."

"What about Janine Harper?" Fourth grade. "Marilyn Mahan." Fifth. "James Field, Tracy Cole, Debra Blumenthal." Shadow-Who-Smiles proceeded to name every homeroom teacher I'd ever had. It was more than a little freaky.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said, interrupting his recitation in tenth grade.

"Go ahead."

"Congressional confirmation hearings wouldn't care this much about my early childhood.

Continues...


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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 7, 2012

    Skulls for Girls

    Good read, I honestly was surprised I enjoyed it so much, and I will continue with the series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 21, 2006

    I LOVED IT!

    You will not be disappointed if you buy this book. Amy Haskel's journey into the depths of R & G is so entertaining you'll be jealous that you can't be a member!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2006

    Courtesy of Teens Read Too

    Meet Amy Maureen Haskel, a junior at prestigious Eli University. As editor-in-chief of the campus literary newspaper, Amy's a shoe-in to be tapped for Quill & Ink, the literary senior society, home to writers and scribblers of any and all degree. After all, it's a part of her master plan: get tapped into Quill & Ink, do her summer internship at Horton, make it through the Russian Novel class, decide what to do with her 'friend with benefits,' Brandon, and, basically, enjoy a fulfilling life as a literary genius. Except things don't quite work out that way. Amy is tapped to join a society all right, but she learns pretty quickly (all the guys in black robes hidden in shadow give her a clue) that it isn't Quill & Ink who is interested in her. No, she's been tapped by Rose & Grave, the mother of all secret societies on Eli's campus. Except that doesn't make sense either, as Rose & Grave is a society of men only. The fact that Rose & Grave has decided to allow women into their society is just the beginning of Amy's junior year. She's heard so many rumors about the 'Diggers' over the years that she doesn't know what is fact and what is fiction. Does Rose & Grave really run the country? Is every presidential candidate a member? Do they control the media? Is Rose & Grave funded with unlimited money from the world's biggest CEO's and business founders? Are you really supposed to leave the room if someone so much as utters the words Rose & Grave, and yet wear a Rose & Grave pin on your person at all times? It's all very confusing for Amy, and it only gets more so after her initiation. Given the ultra-cool (not) name of Bugaboo, Amy is now in a secret society, which is great. Except she can't tell anyone that she's a member of Rose & Grave, never mind what she does during their meetings. There are some members of the Diggers who aren't thrilled to have women in their ranks, and that spells major trouble for not only Amy and the other members of class D177, but possibly for the entire Rose & Grave society. SECRET SOCIETY GIRL is a blast! Fun and witty, with an engaging theme, heartfelt situations, intriguing dialogue, and a cast of characters that you'll be cheering for, it's a story you won't want to put down. Thankfully, there's another book coming in this series, so I have something to look forward to. As it is, though, I can't wait for another look into the lives of not only Bugaboo, but some of my other favorite characters--Angel, Little Demon, and Puck. Not to mention being able to catch up on the lives of the graduating class members such as Poe and Lancelot. You won't go wrong picking up a copy of this clever, imaginative story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2006

    Nothing new, ok not great

    Amy Haskel is a junior at Eli University. She's an editor of the campus literary magazine. Eli University has secret societies and Amy thinks she is going to be picked for Quill & Ink but she is really picked by Rose & Grave. Rose & Grave is supposedly a very powerful society that runs politics and business in America. They also only take males, so Amy doesn't know if she really was picked by them, or if someone is playing a joke. This book is okay. Some of the writing is humorous. But the story is boring. Rose & Grave gets into trouble with its alumni because the current members decide to bring in women. So the alumni cause trouble for the members. The members fight back. So if you like books that are about boardroom arguments and privileged people fighting to stay even more privileged, then you might like this. Amy spends most of the book not sure if she wants to be in Rose & Grave. They play a practical joke on her during initiation and they lie to her, so why does she want to stay so much? It seems just because the club is prestigious, which doesn't say very good things about Amy, who also accepts help from the society to cheat on her final. There isn't a lot about secret societies in the book. If you are looking to learn more about what goes on behind closed doors at Skull & Bones or other real life secret clubs, you will be disappointed. Rose & Grave is pretty much your everyday college fraternity. And you don't learn anything about life at an Ivy League school either. There is nothing new in this book about university life and secret fraternities, it's just drinking and hooking up like a hundred books before it. It's hard to get worked up about whether some college kids get to keep their clubhouse. The club is depicted as pretty much white male elitist which makes you wonder why any self-respecting modern female or even male would want to be a member in 2006. This book is pretty much just for those who think social status is everything. Those who know there is more to life than where you went to college will want to pass.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 16, 2006

    A fun lighthearted look at college

    Literary magazine editor Amy Haskel is a junior attending the prestigious Ivy League school Eli University. Eli's literary society, Quill & Ink ask her to join, which the ambitious student knows is the perfect addition to her résumé. However, instead of the Quill & Ink members showing up to escort Amy to an inductee ceremony cloaked men ¿kidnap¿ her. She does not panic and soon is given the opportunity to join the most exclusive ¿club¿ on campus, the Rose & Grave better known by its memberships as Diggers. She accepts though Quill & Ink would be better for her résumé and future.----------- However, some alumni and current Diggers object to females in their once exclusive male ranks. They will do anything to drive the new females out, but had not counted on the seemingly timid and shy Amy obstinately remaining a member.----------------------- Though more of a teen coming of age tale rather than a thriller involving secret societies whose alumni run the country and much of the world, Diana Peterfreund¿s opening Ivy League tale is a fun lighthearted look at college. Amy initially seems to have her roadmap to success set up perfect until the abduction displays her anxiety and timidity, which seems real, but also takes away from the strength of the plot: being inducted into the secret society as she just does not appear ready for that step. Still this is a fine look at the goings on at school and hopefully by the next tale, the heroine wears rubber underwear and acts with poise and strength as she takes readers inside the secret society.------------------ Harriet Klausner

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