Sweet Valley Confidential: Ten Years Laterby Francine Pascal
The Wakefield Twinsand the whole gang from Sweet Valley Highare back!
What terrible secret has torn Jessica and Elizabeth apart?
Ten years after graduation, the Wakefield twins have had a falling out of epic proportions. When Jessica commits a complete and utter betrayal, Elizabeth flees to New York to escape the pain and immerse/i>/i>
The Wakefield Twinsand the whole gang from Sweet Valley Highare back!
What terrible secret has torn Jessica and Elizabeth apart?
Ten years after graduation, the Wakefield twins have had a falling out of epic proportions. When Jessica commits a complete and utter betrayal, Elizabeth flees to New York to escape the pain and immerse herself in her lifelong dream of becoming a serious journalist.
Jessica remains in California, dealing with the consequences of her heart-wrenching choices. She's built a full life for herself but dearly misses her sister. With Elizabeth as her enemy, Sweet Valley is no longer the idyllic town of their youth.
Jessica longs for forgiveness. But Elizabeth, always the "good twin," can't forget Jessica's duplicityand soon decides the only way to heal her broken heart is to exact sweet, sweet revenge…
“Before there was Gossip Girl, there was Sweet Valley High…Sweet Valley Confidential makes a compelling enough companion that we actually missed two subway stops because we were caught up in its frothy fun.” Wall Street Journal
“Fans who grew up on SVH will delight in Pascal's return to sunny California. Seeing everyone all grown up--and stumbling through their 20s -- is a huge treat.” Romantic Times
“We catch up on what's been going on with Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield in the just-released Sweet Valley Confidential. It's a perfect storm of decades past, and we are LOVING it.” MTV Buzzworthy Blog
“I can't remember the last time I ignored my cell phone, my DVR backlog and my emails (something about a Reese Witherspoon wedding?) to read a book--an actual book!--cover to cover. For one lovely Saturday afternoon in late March, it was a joy to unplug from my life and excitedly catch up with a few old friends. Pure love. Actually, make that double love.” The Huffington Post
“For the vast canon of works devoted to the modern gal's sexual escapades and shoe-shopping habits, including Candace Bushnell's Sex and the City and Cecily von Zigesar's Gossip Girl, we have Francine Pascal to thank.” The Daily Beast
“It's unexpectedly stirring--you can feel it in your heart, this fluttering memory of caring about Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield.” The Hairpin.com
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Elizabeth had turned the key in the Fox lock, releasing a heavy metal bar that scraped across the inside of the front door with an impressive prison-gate sound, and was about to attack the Segal lock when the phone in the apartment started to ring. By the time she had opened the second lock and was sliding the key into the last one—this was New York, after all—the phone was on its fourth ring.
At almost midnight, it had to be the West Coast calling.
She could still grab it in time, but Elizabeth didn’t hurry. Slow, with purpose. Slow, giving the internal anger and hurt time to shoot from zero to a hundred. It needed only seconds, like the start-up speed of a Maserati. Except it was never at zero. Not anymore. Hadn’t been for the last eight months. And she couldn’t imagine a time when it would ever be there again.
As always, the hurt overpowered the anger, and what welled up in her throat came with tears that choked her.
“You going to get that?” David Stephenson, the young man standing next to her, asked as he stretched his arm over her head to hold the door open. David was six-three and at her five-six it was way over her head.
“That’s okay,” she managed, quickly ducking her face away from him, stealing a sliver of extra time as she put the doggie-bagged pork chop she was carrying carefully and more precisely than necessary down on the hall table. It gave her enough time to catch her breath and let the tears slide back down her throat.
And with that momentary respite came an irresistible, nasty need to satisfy the anger physically. All she had was her purse. It would do. She flung it as hard as she could into the hall chair and watched as the Prada knockoff hit the upholstered back, bounced off, and came to rest on the edge of the chair. A little dumb, but it was a surprisingly good release.
Like that embarrassing time a month ago on Broadway, when the fury escaped her mind into her mouth and she said, out loud, really loudly, “I hate you!” People turned, shocked and then interested; she quickly put her hand to her ear as if she were on a cell phone, and it became ordinary and they lost interest.
David had already walked into the living room, missing all the action behind him. “You have a landline? And an answering machine?”
“My mother. A going-away gift. She said it made her feel that I was safer. How, I don’t know. I think it made her feel safer.”
Elizabeth could hear her own calm message playing in the background: “Please leave your name and number, and I’ll return your call as soon as possible. Thank you.”
“I’m just going to throw this in the fridge,” she said, scooping up the doggie bag, back in control. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
By now she was halfway through the narrow, sparsely furnished living room, heading into the safety of the very small jerry-built kitchen, with its squeezed-in mini refrigerator, two-burner stove, tiny oven, and an outsized, badly chipped, probably prewar like the rest of the building, porcelain sink deep enough to wash babies as well as dishes.
“Sure. Okay. With a couple of ice cubes, please.”
“Lizzie. Pick up.” The woman’s voice on the machine was plaintive. “Please. I really need to talk to you.”
Of course, Elizabeth could hear it from the kitchen. Could she ever miss that voice? Now so sweet, so seductive, pleading softly, spreading out the vowels, almost songlike. Liz … zie …
That voice, so heavy with love. Love me, it said, forgive me, so I can put you out of the way and get back to my own life.
“I forgot to fill the ice tray, but the wine’s really cold.”
Elizabeth’s voice was so calm David thought maybe she hadn’t heard the message.
“It sounds important. Don’t you want to get it?”
Now Elizabeth was back in the room carrying two glasses of chilled white wine. David was sitting on the small low couch, so low his knees almost obscured his face.
She answered him completely composed, as if she were reciting dialogue in a play. “Actually, no.”
It had everything but the English accent.
David’s cheeks creased in a slightly embarrassed smile that pulled in his breath with a little hiss; he was politely uncomfortable, knowing he had stumbled into something too personal. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay. Forget it.” She brushed it off, but there was no way to hide her flushed face.
“I have to tell you. It’s really weird,” he said.
“Because I didn’t take the call?”
“No, because the voice … it sounded just like you.”
No wonder. How many times over the years had she herself been fooled by a recording? For just a flash she would think, Was that me? Or worse, when she had to pick herself out of a family picture. How pathetic is it not to recognize yourself?
Elizabeth handed David his wine without comment, put hers down on the low table next to her least favorite chair, comfortable but covered in a scratchy plaid fabric.
Normally, she never sat there, but the choice was either next to David on the loveseat, which would surely be more intimate than she felt right now, or the scratchy chair. She wasn’t in the scratchy chair two seconds before she bobbed up and reached for the stereo which, because the room was so small, was within arm’s distance.
“You like Beyoncé?”
“Really,” he said. “I mean, you could have fooled me. It was identical.” He wasn’t going to let it go so easily.
Instead of the scratchy chair, Elizabeth sat back down next to David on the loveseat, making the only move that could detour the direction of the conversation. A direction she seriously didn’t want. Certainly not with this semistranger, a guy she’d barely spoken to before tonight. Her boss.
It worked. He turned to her, delighted, a little surprised at the possible gift he was not expecting, all thoughts of the telephone message wiped out of his head.
They worked together at the online magazine Show Survey: Off Broadway in New York, a weekly struggling along with only a smattering of sponsors and even fewer paid advertisements. It was put out by a passionate staff of three dedicated theater lovers and the newcomer, Elizabeth Wakefield. The printed copy left at hotels was not much better than a throwaway, but Elizabeth was grateful to be part of the venture. Not having much experience in theater, she’d lucked into the job eight months ago after two frantic days in New York, one of which, the worst, was her twenty-seventh birthday. She celebrated alone, then lied to her parents that she’d spent the day with a couple of old friends from Sweet Valley who had moved to New York. Her mother asked who they were, but when Elizabeth sidestepped the question, she very kindly and wisely didn’t pursue it. In fact, her parents had been very gentle and understanding. Never asking the wrong questions. Even the two times they came to see her in New York, they only talked about her work.
Actually, it was David who had hired her. He and his partner, Don Barren, both in their early thirties, both trained accountants who hated the confinement of numbers, both theater enthusiasts, had self-financed Show Survey about two years ago as a kind of Zagat ratings guide for Off Broadway. No critics, just audiences. Elizabeth was hired to interview people coming out of the theater and write up paragraph descriptions of shows, just as Zagat did for restaurants.
There wasn’t enough staff money for Elizabeth to see all the shows, so they had arranged to buy tickets the day of the show at the TKTS booth on Forty-seventh Street, and only the cheapest ones at that, and only for shows without an intermission. If there was an intermission, Elizabeth would sneak in free for the second act. Though she worried in the beginning, she never once got caught. She had a story ready about how her brother was in the cast and had told her just to use his name. Of course, she always found an ensemble name in advance for her “brother.” So far, she hadn’t had to use it.
All printed copies of Show Survey were free, given away at hotels and restaurants, but it was beginning to catch on, and they had picked up a few more online sponsors. Recently they had added interviews with everyone involved in the theater—actors, writers, producers, directors, even ushers. Just this week David had given Elizabeth her first interview assignment: a playwright named Will Connolly.
Tonight wasn’t a real date with David. It was more like, Hey, you eat yet? No? How about we grab a bite at McMullen’s? Hence, the leftover pork chop. It was okay, but somehow Elizabeth had gotten stuck with the tip. David was attractive enough—tall with a very good body, every muscle well worked out at least five times a week at a local gym—but the tip thing was a turnoff.
Additionally, sleeping with the boss was a famously bad idea. In her four years at the Sweet Valley News, Elizabeth had never done it. Well, of course, Todd was in her life then.
Still, David did have a great body, and maybe the tip thing was accidental. Right from the start Elizabeth could tell he was attracted to her. It had probably helped in the hiring, though she had decent credentials, but a little gratitude wouldn’t hurt. He was, after all, a nice guy.
A nice guy she didn’t feel like sleeping with.
On the other hand, in the eight months she had been in New York she hadn’t slept with anyone but Russ Klein, a friend of the rental agent for the building. With Elizabeth’s permission, the agent had given Russ her e-mail address. They e-mailed back and forth for a couple of days, and he seemed like a nice guy. Like Elizabeth, he was new to New York; he had come four months earlier for a job as a trader on Wall Street. Coffee turned into a three-week miniaffair spread out over two months. Definitely rebound stuff. She cried after every orgasm. How embarrassing, but he pretended not to notice. Russ was not a man to complicate a good thing with feelings.
Elizabeth had thought maybe they’d stay friends after—not that they had such a great connection—but she was in the market for new friends, people with no association to Sweet Valley. Whenever anyone asked where she came from, she said California. They immediately thought L.A., and she didn’t disabuse them.
But it didn’t happen, the friendship with Russ. His sister was in the middle of a divorce, and though Elizabeth thought she was good at hiding her own problems, he sensed another sad story and got out of the way.
She could feel David staring at her while she feigned deep involvement with her wineglass. Eventually, she would have to turn toward him. That would be the moment. The turn would be a Yes, let’s have sex, or a No way.
Beyoncé was having her heart broken in soft sounds. “… don’t wanna love you in no kind of way, no no.”
A little more of this and she would cry before the orgasm.
“That was my sister. I mean, on the phone.” At the moment it seemed the lesser of two evils. Elizabeth stood, reached out, hit the Next button, and Justin Timberlake was in love, “… holding hands, walking on the beach … toes in the sand.”
She had to remember to change the CDs.
“We had a little something, nothing important. You know, sisters…”
Now she was standing, safe, having made the decision not to have sex with him. “I’m doing the Will Connolly interview Thursday; how long do you want the piece?”
David hesitated for a moment, adjusting to the loss, then spoke. “Seven hundred fifty words should be enough. Don’t go more than a thousand.” He finished his wine.
“No, that’s okay. I’m running early tomorrow morning.”
Pushing himself off the low couch was like doing a bench press, but he did it flawlessly.
There were a few awkward seconds when Elizabeth opened the door, but they pulled it together, and by the time David said, “See you tomorrow,” and patted her head, they were back to business.
Elizabeth leaned against the closed door. A faint hint of regret was wiped out by relief.
“Stupid!” she said to the stereo as she clicked Timberlake off, walked to the kitchen, and refilled her wineglass.
Almost one in the morning. But really only 10:00 P.M. She always did that—went back to real time. Eight months and she was still taking off those damn three hours. Would she ever truly be free of Sweet Valley?
That was minor compared to being free of being a twin. How to explain something as natural and unlearned as seeing or feeling when you’ve never known anything different? It was always that way with a matching half: You only knew it by its absence.
She remembered a poem they had found when they were about ten called “The Twins.”
In form and feature, face and limb,
I grew so like my brother,
That folks got taking me for him,
And each for one another.
They both loved that poem, especially the ending:
And when I died, the neighbors came
and buried brother John.
Would anyone else ever delight in that silly poem?
Like the twins of that poem, Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield appeared interchangeable, if you considered only their faces.
And what faces they were.
Gorgeous. Absolutely amazing. The kind you couldn’t stop looking at. Their eyes were shades of aqua that danced in the light like shards of precious stones, oval and fringed with thick, light brown lashes long enough to cast a shadow on their cheeks. Their silky blond hair, the cascading kind, fell just below their shoulders. And to complete the perfection, their rosy lips looked as if they were penciled on. There wasn’t a thing wrong with their figures, either. It was as if billions of possibilities all fell together perfectly.
Elizabeth finished the last of the wine in her glass, undressed and slipped into her oversized SVU T-shirt, and curled up on the couch.
The outside noises of a New York apartment in Midtown Manhattan were a constant: garbage trucks, standing buses spewing the sounds of endless pollution, an occasional police siren, a vagrant nut screaming obscenities, and now and then Con Edison digging. But in the last eight months it had become white noise for Elizabeth Wakefield, barely registering as more than background, never disturbing the silence of the apartment enough to keep her from feeling alone.
Bereft and abandoned, Elizabeth was overwhelmed with feelings of loss, with the ache that had been chewing at her insides day in and day out. The betrayal. Without trying, she’d become the lyrics to every sad love song.
That he didn’t love her anymore should have been the most important part, but it paled next to his deceit and betrayal. Elizabeth winced when she thought how blind she’d been, what a fool she must have looked like all that time.
And all that time may have been years.
When the light finally came, she’d followed her first instinct and fled. And now here she was, self-exiled, stranded alone in strange territory.
Everything about New York was unfamiliar. Yes, she had been here before. In her freshman year at SVU she had won a competition to have her one-act play produced in New York during spring break.
It had been one of the most exciting times in her life, in fact, so exciting that she’d barely noticed where she was. And then to make it even more fabulous, she’d gotten some good reviews that turned into raves when Jessica took over the lead.
But this was a different New York. Now she was really living here and alone and miserable. And she knew every ugly detail of the apartment.
To begin with, it was old. Growing up in Sweet Valley, nothing was old. Old was more than thirty years. And nothing seemed to have more than a couple of coats of paint. Not enough so that you could see it. Here, the old paint, maybe eighty years’ worth, was so thick it looked like plaster but bumpier and more uneven. No sharp corners anywhere. And no matter how much she cleaned, the dirt seemed painted in. Nothing had that bright, crisp feeling of home and what used to be.
She didn’t even have any real friends. Sure, she’d gotten to know some people, even a woman in her building, but there was no one she trusted. Good. About time she learned not to trust.
It was still early enough to call her best friend, the only friend she still had from Sweet Valley, Bruce Patman. It still made her smile when she thought of that impossibly arrogant and conceited boy of high school. Actually, she could hardly remember him that way anymore.
She could call. It wasn’t even eleven there. Not that she hadn’t called him a lot later than that. In fact, there were a few three-in-the-morning beauties when she first arrived in New York—whiny and complaining—she was almost too embarrassed to remember them.
She could call him now. But she wasn’t going to. Not when she was feeling so low. He took it too seriously, like a good friend would, and she just didn’t want to upset him. Bruce Patman upset by someone else’s trouble? That almost made her smile.
But she didn’t call and she didn’t smile.
The room was still. And silent. Until she hit the Replay button on the answering machine.
“Lizzie. Pick up. Please. I really need to talk to you.”
“Please, Lizzie. I really need to talk to you.”
Exactly the same words. Only it’s eleven years earlier and Jessica and I are sixteen. And it’s not on an answering machine, it’s face-to-face.
“No way, Jess,” I tell her, “Daddy said no car for the whole month, and I’m not giving you the keys.”
“You’d think I totaled the whole car. It was just a tap on a way ugly little mailbox.”
“And half the rear fender.”
“That really sucks. You can’t even see it from the front.”
“Forget it. I’m so not giving you the keys.”
But Jessica is not one to give up, and for the whole ten-minute ride from home to Sweet Valley High, she pleads with me, nags, cajoles, bribes, and finally threatens, but I don’t budge. My parents have given instructions and, unlike my twin, I follow instructions.
When Jessica sees that it’s hopeless, she resorts to punishment.
I bite. “Todd Wilkins?” Now she has my complete attention. “For me?”
“For you?” I can feel my voice creeping up about two octaves from my normal tone, like a squeak from a disappointed eight-year-old.
“Like you’re surprised that the captain of the basketball team would call the captain of the cheerleaders? Can’t you see we’re a natural?”
For a flash, I think I see Jessica feeling a tiny prick of guilt, but it’s gone in a flash. Maybe it was never there. Truth is they are a natural, she and Todd, and besides, he’s a jock, and everyone knows I’m not interested in jocks.
Except for this one.
Ever since I first saw him in kindergarten hanging on to his ratty baby blanket with the pulled-out fringes, his face shiny with big fat tears because his mommy was leaving him. I try not to remember that his nose was running right down to his lip.
Are there pheromones at five?
And coups de foudre?
I tried to give him a tissue, but he threw it on the floor. Was that a portent of the future that I was too love-blind to see?
And just in case any shred of hope lingers, Jessica jolts me back to reality. “He called to wish me luck with Pi Beta today. I think he’s going to ask me to the Phi Epsilon dance.”
“Cool,” I say as my stomach drops. A stomach can drop even if it doesn’t really go anywhere. The sliding sensation, along with what feels like a whoosh of empty air, is absolutely physical. Especially when, as in my case, that person is struggling with an important crush.
Jessica gets quiet, so deep in some kind of plan—she is a planner, often devious—that she doesn’t even notice that I’ve stopped the car to pick up Enid Rollins, whom Jessica refers to as Wuss of the World.
Enid jumps into the backseat.
“I have to talk to you about something,” Enid whispers to the back of my head.
Enid is my dearest friend, and I really love her, but the jealousy between Jessica and Enid sometimes makes things very uncomfortable: divided loyalties, but not really. No one could be closer than my sister. I wouldn’t know how to do that.
“What?” I don’t quite hear what she’s saying.
“Later,” she says.
Jessica sticks her head between us. “I am so not interested in anything you say. Especially anything about boring Ronnie Edwards.”
Enid lets out a yelp. “Who told you? And he is so not boring!”
“Yes, he is. Ask Caroline Pearce.”
Caroline Pearce is Sweet Valley’s major gossip.
What Caroline doesn’t know she simply makes up, so she can always be counted on for some kind of information.
“Jessica!” I try for the mommy tone, but it comes out with a little giggle. “You’re horrible!”
Admittedly, Jessica is incorrigible. After all this time, sixteen whole years of life, it still fascinates me that identical twins could be so different. When I’m not the subject, I admit it tickles me.
But it doesn’t tickle Enid at all. “How can you, like, stand her?”
“Oh, who cares anyway.” Jessica has completely lost interest in our conversation. She’s too busy trying to wave down Bruce Patman’s Porsche, which is idling at the light right alongside us. “Let me out here,” she says, already halfway out the door.
Bruce smiles and motions with his movie star head for her to hop in. Simultaneously, he reaches over and flips open the passenger door; Jessica runs around our car and jumps in.
Bruce Patman is the male Jessica but a whole lot richer, as rich as Jessica’s best friend, Lila Fowler.
What Enid was trying to tell me was how much she likes Ronnie Edwards and he’d just asked her to the Phi Epsilon dance.
I know I should be listening to my best friend’s problems, but I can’t get my mind off the disappointment. Todd and Jessica.
Most people think I’ve escaped big crushes so far—that’s what it looks like to the outside world—but the secret is simple: Since that day in kindergarten, I’ve had a crush on one boy—Todd Wilkins.
For the longest time, right through grade school, he didn’t seem to even notice me or—and I was watching carefully—any other girls.
But at the start of high school, there was a change. He was still more interested in basketball, but there were times when I felt he looked at me in a special way. Though he was friendly, he never asked me out.
I watched in teenage agony when he seemed interested in a couple of other girls, but it never lasted.
At least, I comforted myself, he had never asked out Jessica, either. Until now. And that’s the one that really hurts. So close and yet about as far away as possible.
Even though my best friend is talking about the boy she likes, I am no longer reachable. Jessica and Todd. The nightmare of my life.
That’s the way it stays all day, through all my classes. In fact, I am so distracted that in English, my favorite teacher, Mr. Collins, takes me aside and asks if anything is wrong.
I convince him that I’m fine; it’s only a little headache. That it’s the size of a twin sister, I don’t mention.
That night Jessica wants to borrow everything of mine for her date with Todd. Even my new blue button-down shirt. But for one of the rare times, I’m not lending. My clothes aren’t going out with Todd, not unless I’m in them.
Jessica doesn’t press. In fact, she looks a little uncomfortable. Maybe she does suspect that I might be interested in Todd. It’s like that: Just when Jessica seems most heartless …
Oh, who am I kidding? She is a heartless bitch, and I hate her!
Meet the Author
FRANCINE PASCAL is the creator of the Sweet Valley High series and one of the world's most popular fiction writers for teenagers and the author of several bestselling novels, My Mother Was Never A Kid (Hanging out with Cici), My First Love and Other Disasters, as well as the series Fearless. Her adult novels include, Save Johanna! and If Wishes Were Horses (La Villa) and the non-fiction, The Strange Case of Patty Hearst. Pascal is on the Advisory Board of The American Theatre Wing. Her favorite sport is a monthly poker game. She lives in New York City and France.
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If the option to give this book no stars had been possible, I would have rated it as such. As an avid reader and collector of the SVH series in my teens, I was intrigued by the premise of revisiting the SV gang ten years later. The opening was intriguing and showed promise... The problems become evident almost immediately. First of all, Francine Pascal, or her ghostwriter, does not know her audience. The title and the marketing suggests that the book is aimed towards fans who grew up reading the SVH, SVU series and who are now in the 20-40 age range (around the same age as the twins in the book, or women who started reading the SVH series when it first came out). There are adult situations which preclude the idea that the book is written for younger readers. This is NOT a young adult novel. As such, I would expect the writing for this audience to be thoughtful, stylistically and grammatically sophisticated, and certainly more detailed.. Instead, we're treated to sophmoric, dumbed down writing that rushes through every important plot point and lacks any depth that would suggest the writer even cared about her demographic. The adult language, which appear to be used for the purpose of emphasizing that this is an "adult" novel are instead jarring and about as ridiculous as kindergartener cussing. The plot device of using flashbacks to underscore current events and relationshpis is a cheap and lazy tactic. Instead of taking the time to unfold the events in narrative, Pascal/ghostwriter has the characters reminisce about particular events. There are way too many character viewpoints and flashbacks! We never really get to care about the characters because their motives are never fully explored or explained. There's a completely out-of-left field storyline featuring the twins' brother that could have been a GREAT storyline but instead is throwaway fluff. Ultimately, that's one of this book's biggest faults: the plotting is clumsy and there are too many stories underway. Jammed into 205 pages, none of them are resolved with any real depth or intent. Instead, Pascal/ghostwriter wraps everything up with an epilogue that is wince-inducing and awkward. And frankly, infuriating. Why bother investing in characters who aren't even invested in themselves? And finally - who and WHERE was the editor? This book is chock full of gramamtical and continuity errors that are annoying. What a disappointment. I was so looking forward to revisiting old friends. Instead, I found myself discovering why some people should be left in the past: they're better in our memories. Instead of the story I hoped to read - what Pascal/ghostwriter delivered was crap. I've never felt compelled to write a review before but this book is so horrendous that I strongly suggest you save your money and borrow it from the library instead.
I agree with the previous bad reviews. I was such a huge fan of the series and this is not how I imagined any of the characters turning out. I felt like the author was going for a shock factor and just threw in bad language, sex scenes and the word facebook or twitter just to make it seem more adult like and with the times! I am going to act as though I never read this book and go back to pretending that the characters were left how I remembered them!
This had to be one of the worst books I have ever read!!! Not only were there very obvious grammatical and spelling errors there was no consistency with the characters or even anything that happened in the sweet valley high series!! I had really hoped to get some closure or at least some idea on what happened to everyone..instead there were 100+ pages of Elizabeth pondering the meaning of love, and on the rest of the pages everyone talking about how Elizabeth is some sort of goddess...I mean I really think the writer is truly obsessed with Elizabeth, it was so boring and kinda disturbing!! Todd is a complete Jerk and my favorite character, Lila, was barely mentioned. The best part about all of this was the terrible "follow up " to some characters...Who Cares about Nicky Shepard and Betsey Martin - they were in all of 1 or 2 books!!! The best is Suzanne Devlin - she dies in a champagne induced car crash after being diagnosed with MS....hmm...I seem to remember that just being MONO!!! Hahaha Also Lila's fathers name is not RICHARD its GEORGE - that was only mentioned in EVERY SINGLE SVH BOOK!! And Enid ..Please..how do you become a Gyno in 10 Years!! HAHAHAHHA too much.... oh wait and I forgot...Apparently AJ Morgan is a BAD BOY and has been with the twins since Grade School Feeling Up Jessica, yet I distinctly remember a whole book devoted to him being A New Student!!!! WOW GET IT RIGHT! The book itself shows no depth of characters or even consistency...in one chapter jeffrey french ( again who cares about him? ) is married, but at the end, in the all important follow up, he was never ever married ---- was this book even edited???? I also love the brief referrals to SVU and then the blatant disregard for some of the series most important events --- apparently Enid drank hard in high school but was never Alexander...C'mon!! Oh and Mr Collins quit right after S. Devlin----Really? And am not going to even discuss poor Winston!It has the feeling of being hurriedly put together in a weak attempt to make some money and its pathetic. At least tell me what happened to the characters who were actually in the books --- Amy Sutton, Maria Slater, Dana Larson..Not Losers Like Roger Barret Patman! By the time I got to the end, I thought for sure I was going to read how Margo was adopted by the wakefields ( yes I know she's dead but at this point in pascal's head anything is possible ) and Olivia Davidson ( dead too I know - although lets not forget she managed to come back to the SVH Class Reunion in a SVU book!! ) is back together with ken. Oh and by the way, did you know Jessica was NEVER to Europe before? I can go on and on and on...Please Don't Waste Your Money on This Book!
I don't know why Francine Pascal couldn't have gotten a ghost writer like she did back in the dad for the Sweet Valley Twins/High/University books. She is a dreadful writer and if Jessica or Elizabeth has said "so" or "like" or "totally" one more time i was going to throw my Nook against the wall. These characters weren't Lizzie and Jess. I don't know who they were. Maybe there could have been some enjoyment if Liz and Jess shared more than 2 scenes together. Mostly this book was just total OMG and in my personal opinion a total violation of the Geneva Conventions.
I pretty much knew what I was going to write about fifty pages into the story and I've been dreading it and trying to figure out how to sugar-coat it. I didn't enjoy this book at all. My favourite part was the excerpt I read online, I type while cringing. This book's potential readers are those who read the Sweet Valley High series when they were younger and are looking forward to seeing how the twins have grown and mature. I didn't read the series, but it wouldn't surprise me if the characters haven't changed much since then. For most of the story I felt like I was reading about kids and not people in their late 20s/early 30s. The word "like" was on every other page, if not every page. The only thing missing was the "totally" that usually comes after it. It wasn't just that which made them seem immature, but their behaviour and attitude. I knew when I starting this that Jessica had done something to hurt Elizabeth and that they weren't speaking to each other, but I never knew and what I got to see through glimpses into their past was that she has been vicious to her all their lives. She is selfish and conceited and only does something if there is something in it for her. She hates that everybody prefers Elizabeth, but why wouldn't they since she's not the devil reincarnated. Okay, that was very harsh, but it just shows you how much I didn't like her. I always try to finish a book that I've started, but I didn't want to continue reading and had to flip through the last chapters. The ending and how everything just fell into place so easily was too unrealistic to me, just like a lot of events in the whole book are. Why do the people who hurt somebody they claim to love so much get the best HEA? I want to explain more, but I can't without spoilers. Don't be surprise if I delete this review. It's hard to write about a book I didn't like, but I'm just giving my honest opinion.
I've read Sweet Valley since elementary school and I was so excited when I heard another book was coming out. I was so disappointed. I feel like my view on the characters I once loved was ruined. I see what the author was trying to do but I didn't like it at all.
I think if I went back and re-read a lot of the SVH books I read as a teenager I would find the writing style spot on with the new SVC book. I was not looking for a poetically written book, I was looking for a fun read to find out where the Wakefield twins were now. Do not go into this books expecting Dickens and you will not be disappointed. I will try not to give out any spoilers here... Elizabeth and Jessica are estranged from each other over something Jessica did and Elizabeth is now living in New York City attempting to earn a living as a writer. Jessica is still in Sweet Valley working for a cosmetics company and doing rather well for herself there. We get a good glimpse of life for the twins now that they are 27 years old as well as the story behind what happened between Jessica and Elizabeth in flashbacks. I actually like when the author switches 1st person from Elizabeth to Jessica, it seems like they are each writing their own story using their language. For example, Jessica uses the word, "like" a lot and that is just something I would see her saying. I like hearing about the former characters that I grew up with, I do hope this becomes a series because I would like to see more information. For some characters it really is a quick update on what they are doing and then nothing more is mentioned. It is funny in some cases, when I heard about this book I envisioned where I would see certain characters and was not at all surprised the direction the author took them. Some other storylines just really come way out of left field (such as the Steven Wakefield storyline) but I imagine that Ms Pascal is just setting up a brand new series and will examine deeper as time goes on. I would recommend the book to any Sweet Valley Fan though!
I grew up reading about the kids of Sweet Valley and was very excited when I heard SVC was becoming a reality after it had been talked about for so many years. However, it didn't take long for me to realize my excitement was wasted as SVC is truly awful. Though I'm not one to scoff at an author's choices for her characters, some of the major plot points seemed to be in an effort to shock readers only, with no forethought or prior intent. I got the impression that the author was trying to update the story using as many modern societal acceptabilities as possible without thought for who her characters actually are. Even though I didn't appreciate some of the choices as far as character development and plot are concerned, I could have accepted the book for what it was and been satisfied if it hadn't been for the horrendous writing style. Flashbacks were the theme and the author often switched POV's so suddenly I found myself pausing to see if I'd missed a key transitional sentence. Additionally, grammar and sentence structure were awful, I couldn't figure out why Jessica said like so frequently, and the story was disorganized and sometimes confusing. It was almost like the author started writing without an outline but had so many ideas in her head that things got mixed up. It was a painful read. I recommend it for die-hard Sweet Valley fans who can overlook the writing style for an update on the kids we grew up with, but it's definitely a book that you'll only read once.
In anticipation of this book, I went out and for some reason, bought my favorite of all--the Wakefield Saga. In the end, the twins ended up with the people they were meant to. I found this book highly overpriced and thought that the book could have been written with more insight on the characters. So, I agree with some reviews. I thought that this highly anticipated book should have had more pages, and more depth to characters. Sure at fifteen, we all wanted to skip the action, but not knowing what Todd wrote Elizabeth is downright lazy to me. It sends the wrong intrigue. The end, with all the updates on "cast members" of Sweet Valley, gave me no indication that the author is going to write more on their lives, which means the why's and the where's and the how's could or may never be answered which is frustrating when you were highly anticipating this read. For an afternoon read and then later, a night time-- let's make sure I didn't miss anything read,-- I thought it was fun and brought back memories of reading the many books of this series. I could not understand why I felt like I was fifteen reading all over again. Overall, I have mixed reviews. I agree the characters ended up with who they were supposed to. I liked the flashbacks but didn't enjoy the questions I had when the most important stuff was going on. I wish they could have answered those questions in the book....but sadly no.
I grew up reading the sweet valley books and loved them all. I read the Sweet Valley High books in highschool and was very excited about this new book. However, I am only 1/4 of the way into the book and it is totally letting me down. The plot isn't very good and they way the characters have turned out is a let down. What is going on in this book? The storyline doesn't add up when compared to how the characters were in the previous books. Hoepfully it will get better?
I have read some pretty cheesy books--including the complete SVH series when I was younger--and I enjoyed them. However, this one is so poorly written and just plain awful that I am struggling to finish it. I read a few reviews before starting the book and had what I believed were realistic expectations of the book, but it is worse than anything I ever could have expected.
I expected more from this book. I didn't want to read about intimate stuff. The plot is similar to the one used on the last Sweet Valley University book. Elizabeth takes off because Jessica betrayed her. The second part of the first chapter talks about Elizabeth's sex life. The two men who get involved with the twins have been with them before. They were introduced in the Sweet Valley High series. You always figured that Elizabeth and Todd would get together and marry. That doesn't happen and I found it confusing as to why he would prefer someone else. I hope this doesn't turn into a series. I would definitely read it but not buy it. A waste of money.
I love this continuation
I loved the Sweet Valley books when I was younger and I was so looking forward to catching up with Jessica and Elizabeth but this book was a big let down. The story line had a lot of potential but was not executed well at all and didn't seem like it was written for an adult audience. So disappointing.
This book was ok. Since I grew up reading the Sweet Valley books, starting with Twins and ending in University, I was so excited to hear about this book where the twins were all grown up and adults. This book really could have been something and even been the beginning of an adult series, but it fell short. The plot had me raising an eyebrow. Go to your library and see if they have it before you spend money on this one.