by Maureen Johnson


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ISBN-13: 9780147508553
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Publication date: 02/21/2013
Pages: 304
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.25(h) x 0.75(d)
Age Range: 12 Years

About the Author

Maureen Johnson is the author of many young adult novels. Visit her at or on twitter: @maureenjohnson

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Ever hear those stories about people forced to dig their own graves at gunpoint?

On the entire train ride to Boston, I sat across from Elton and Ally and dug my imaginary grave. I considered the length of the shovel handle, how long it would take me to climb out of the hole, just how much satisfaction I would derive from showing dignity in the final moments of my life.

I always used to wonder about whether or not I'd do it. I think I'd probably throw down my shovel and say, "You do it. You're going to shoot me anyway." But then again, if you dig really slow, you get to live that much longer. And there's always the possibility that you'll figure out a really clever way of evading your captors, probably by whapping them with the shovel or throwing dirt in their eyes.

By the time we got into South Station, I had decided that I would probably start a refusal speech, but then they'd lower the barrel of the gun at me, and I'd immediately crack and start crying and begging. Then they'd shoot me before I was done, just to get me to shut up.

It's the worst ending to the scenario, but I knew it was the most accurate one. At least for the way I was feeling at the moment.

I was doing it. I was on the world's worst fact-finding mission. There they sat across from me, not knowing that I knew about them, pretending to be innocent. Elton looked formally uncomfortable, like someone had an antiaircraft weapon trained on his seat, which they would fire at any point if he made the wrong move. He also looked good, long and lanky with an untucked striped dress shirt. He always made an effort. Elton ironed if he felt it was necessary. He was that kind of a guy.

And Allison, whose idea this was, sat silent. She was blue pale, like the color of fat-free milk. An elegant blue pale, offset by a deep blue dress and black boots. I hadn't dressed for the occasion-I just had on a gray chunky knit sweater and jeans because it was cold. I felt grubby and small next to Allison.

"So," Elton said, "what do you guys want to do? Lunch?"

"Sure," Allison said, not turning from the window. "Whatever you want."

She was completely absolving herself from responsibility for this situation. She kept her eyes fixed on the rolling view, as if she was trying to drink it all in-all the convenience stores, train station parking lots, the backs of housing developments. It was as if she hadn't asked me to come here, hadn't said that Elton was her friend too. She was barely with us.

Elton put on his headphones. The only thing I had in my bag was that stupid vampire novel, so I opened it on my lap and stared into its pages, occasionally flipping one for show. My eyes burned. My heart struggled to get out of my chest. I kept reflexively balling my sweaty hands up. But I managed to keep my composure.

It was a cold, stern Tuesday in Boston, and we arrived with no better idea of what we meant to do than what we started with. We ended up at Quincy Market, a former major Boston landmark with a four-column Greek facade, now a mall with a long, fancy food court. We split up in search of food. Allison only wanted a chai tea. Elton went for a heavy curry. I had no appetite but didn't want to be seen as the bitter ex-girlfriend who refused to eat. I ended up with a clam roll because the seafood place was the only one without a line. As soon as we sat down, Ally excused herself, leaving Elton and me to our lunches.

He dug into his curry. I rearranged my clam roll a few times and tried a few bites but soon gave up the effort. Elton set down his fork. We looked at each other.

"So . . ." he said. "This is awkward."

"All part of the new Allison," I said.

"I think she's just kind of growing into herself," he said. "I'm just saying. New clothes, new friends . . ."

"What new friends?" he asked.

So, Elton didn't know anything about this society. Well, obviously, I had to tell Elton about this. Elton was perceptive. Elton would have insight. And Elton and I would have something to talk about. And we would save Allison together from the clutches of weirdos. And then we would . . .

One step at a time, I reminded myself.

"She's met some people," I said. "I've been kind of worried about it. They're giving her money. They say it's a scholarship, but . . ."

"Oh, I know she got a scholarship."

That deflated me a bit. But I pressed on.

"No," I said. "They funding her in all kinds of weird ways. Giving her money to buy things like clothes, purses, a new cell phone. That's where all of her new stuff has been coming from."

"They don't give out scholarships for that," he said, looking over with a slightly cocked eyebrow.

"That's my point," I said. "Doesn't this make you kind of worried?"

"Her aunt gave her some money for clothes," he said, spearing a curry-stained potato with his fork. "And she got a scholarship."

"It's not her aunt," I said again, much more firmly. "Don't you see? She told me it wasn't her aunt."

"She told me it was."

"Then she lied to one of us," I said, leaning back and pushing my tray just slightly in his direction, in an act of minor defiance.

Elton shook his head and chomped down a few quick bites of curry. Then he tapped the fork thoughtfully on the side of the black plastic plate.

"Don't you think you probably just misunderstood her?" he asked.

"That's a big misunderstanding," I said. "I'd have to be really stupid to get that confused."

"People make mistakes. But okay-so what if you're right? What if she did get a scholarship like that? You should be happy for her. I don't see why you're not. Why are you just trying to pick everything apart about it? Is it because you didn't get it?"

This was more than I could bear. It was so wrong.

"You think I don't know," I said, tears burning at my eyes. "But I know. I saw you."

He knew. All annoyance fell from his face and was replaced by a truly horrified expression.

"Jane," he said. "Look . . ."

I couldn't take it.

"Here," I said, pushing the clam roll at him. "Take it. Just take everything."

I went directly to the bathroom. It was time to get this out in the open. Allison was there, gazing into the mirror, touching her face with the tips of her fingers, making small circles on her cheeks, admiring herself with a silent awe.

"Jane," she said, not turning around. "I'm glad you're here. We should talk. . . ."

She leaned herself against the wall. She was getting a little thermometer-headed, pale right up to the hairline.

"I've made a terrible mistake," she said, "and I can't fix it. I thought it would all be okay if I was here with both of you because you two can fix anything. But I realized on the train that you can't fix this. You can't even talk to each other. This is pointless."

Slow tears began to dribble down her face, ruining her perfect makeup. I took a heavy breath, and it staggered in my chest.

"I know," I said. "I know all about it."

"You do?" she said. Her eyes grew bright.

"Yes. I saw you. I followed you."

"Followed me where?"

"To Elton's."

"Oh. Yeah. I should have figured that."

Her chin sank, and she seemed instantly bored with that topic. I wasn't quite expecting that reaction. I was expecting more of a dropping to the knees and begging for forgiveness. Instead, she went to the window and pushed it open with the flat of her hand. A sharp burst of cold air came in, and she breathed it deeply.

"I need your help," she said. "I need you to talk to her for me."

"Talk to who?" I said, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hand.


"Her who?"

"The demon," she said matter-of-factly.

All of my personal trauma dissipated, and I stood very still. Things had just changed. They had gone in a very unexpected direction, one that I immediately knew we wouldn't be returning from for a long time.

All I could think to reply was, "The demon is a her?" Not, "What the hell are you talking about?" or, "What size rubber sack do you think they'll put you in?"

"She is right now."

"And she's . . . nearby?" I asked.

"She's at our school."

"Right," I said.

"I traded my soul, Jane," she said.


"I did. This is not a joke."

"I'm not laughing."

"I signed a contract," she went on. "I was desperate. But there's still time if you talk to her . . ."

I'd read somewhere that there is really no such thing as "crazy," that we all slide along a scale of acceptable behavior and thought. But when someone starts telling you that they've been talking to demons-this is a sign that they've gone down the slippery slope to the far end of the scale. You are supposed to take them by the hand and escort them back to their seat in reality or find someone who can.

"I know you don't believe me," she said. "I was afraid of this."

She pulled a small medicine bottle out of her purse.

"I took these from my mom's bathroom cabinet this morning," she said. "I don't want to . . . but I have to take them."

"What are they?" I asked.


This would have little impact on most people, but it meant a lot to me. Allison was allergic to penicillin. One pill could probably do her serious harm. More than one would kill her for sure.

This is one of those moments in life that I feel like certain "very special episodes" of television shows and well-meaning school counselors try to prepare you for, but nothing can get you ready for an actual emergency. These moments aren't backed up by musical sound tracks and careful camera angles. This was just me, in a Boston bathroom, my best friend holding a bottle full of a substance that was incredibly toxic to her.

"Allison," I said, "give those to me. Put them in my hand." I held out my hand as far as I could without moving from my spot and spooking her.

"She doesn't believe me," Allison said quietly to the void. "If Jane won't listen, no one will listen."

"Come on," I said again. "Give those to me."

She popped the top off the bottle.

"Don't come any closer," she said. "Go."

I had twelve thoughts at once. I would call 911. I would my dad. I would call Lanalee. Strangely, it flashed through my mind to call Owen since he was clearly waiting to hear from me. I would bound across the room and snatch the bottle and take them myself. The ceiling would fall down, knocking them from her hand.

"Go," she said. "I don't want you to watch."

"I'm not going."

"Okay." She dropped three of them into her palm. I could see she was shaking now. "I'll take them if you don't go. I shouldn't have told you. I shouldn't have gotten you involved. Just get out."

She held the pill an inch from her bottom lip and glared at me through watery eyes. I had no choice now. I bolted out the door and into the food court. I skidded back to our table, where Elton was scowling at my clam roll.

"Get up!" I said. "It's an emergency!"


"Allison's threatening to kill herself."

"Kill herself?" he repeated. He looked around the food court, obviously thinking what I would have thought-people don't threaten to kill themselves in places like these. They get cheese fries instead and opt to do it more slowly, on a thirty-year plan.

"She's got a bottle of penicillin," I said. "That's why she brought us here. She's threatening to take them."

He needed no further explanation. He was up in a shot.

We arrived in the bathroom to find that Allison was standing in front of the mirror, twisting up a lipstick.

"Al," I said, immediately quieting down. "It's okay. We're both here now. Tell me you didn't take them."

"Take what?"

"Those penicillin."

"I can't take penicillin," she said. "It would kill me."

Elton threw me a baffled look.

Was my mind playing tricks on me? Her eye makeup was a bit smudged and her eyes were red, but otherwise, she was totally calm. Maybe this is what suicidal people were like-switching moods on a dime.

"I want you to give me the bottle," I said. "Come on now. You know we care about you."

"What bottle?"

"You know what bottle."

Elton was glancing between us, deciding which story seemed more plausible.

"There is no bottle," she said. "If you don't believe me, here."

She held out the tiny Coach bag. Elton stepped forward and took it. He pulled out the cell phone, a small wallet, some keys, and an eyeliner. He turned it upside down and shook it and then carefully replaced everything.

"They could be anywhere," I said. "They could be in the trash."

"There are no pills," Allison said. "Jane, why are you saying this?"

Elton had made up his mind.

"I'm going," he said firmly. "I'll meet you out there, Al." She nodded, still looking adorably confused by the whole thing.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"Jane," she said, her face falling. "Just forget everything I said, okay? And what I did."

"What do you mean, forget it?"

"Don't get involved. I don't need you to. I don't want you to. I want you to go. Just go. I promise I won't hurt myself, but go."

So I did.

Elton was waiting just outside the door, holding my bag. "That was not okay," he said, passing it to me. He wouldn't even look at me. "If this was some kind of trick to get us back together or something, then it was sick and it didn't work. I think you should leave."

Both of them were telling me to go, and both seemed to mean it. So I put my bag over my shoulder and left.

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Devilish 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 56 reviews.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Jane's best friend, Ally, has always been there, and always been pretty much the same. She's never been a social butterfly or anything, but she and Jane have been through a lot at their all-girls Catholic high school, and now they've reached their senior year. One big part of being a senior at St. Teresa's is having a "Little." This means picking a freshman or new student and showing them around. On Big-Little Day, there is a forty-five-minute period when Bigs and Littles pair up, and having a good Little is definitely a status symbol for seniors.

As Jane fears, Ally does not do so well. She throws up all over the one freshman coming in her direction, and runs to the bathroom where Jane comforts her, sacrificing her own chance for a Little. Surprisingly, though, Ally does get a Little--a new sophomore girl named Lanalee.

Ally gets more than a Little. Soon after pairing up with Lanalee, she shows up at school with new hair, new clothes, a new cell phone--and a new personality. She's way more confident than before, but she's also blowing off Jane, her best friend. The new Ally is not necessarily improved.

There's more going on here than meets the eye, though. Who knew that selling your soul was actually possible? Well, now Jane and Ally do...but how do you stop the devil?

DEVILISH is a funny, fascinating, and unique take on selling your soul. It's wonderfully written, with interesting and lifelike characters that readers are sure to love and love to hate. The supernatural element in this story is nicely done, and keeps unraveling to the end, showing more and more of what's going on, even when you think you've got it all figured out. This novel kept my attention all the way through, and is sure to be a favorite of anyone who reads it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was absolutly amazing! I was not able to put it down!! It had a great amount of suspense and the plot was just outstanding! This book is a must read!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have a very open mind when it comes to books, but this book was almost too weird. The plot was interesting, but I don't think it worked very well.The ending was very, very strange and a bit stupid. If you're looking for something new, read this, but don't expect too much out of it. This was the first book by Maureen Johnson that I didn't really like.
stephaniechase on LibraryThing 17 days ago
Maureen Johnson's books were recommended to me by a friend and fellow librarian, and this was the only one we had at the library. I found it fun -- but will have to search out her other books to get a better idea of Johnson as a writer.
Nadin_Tech on LibraryThing 17 days ago
It's a really really good book. About evil.Nice (really nice) protaginist, whom I liked (usually I don't like 'nice' protagonists). Realy cute some-sort-of-dead-or-an-angel-whatever-he-is boy. Bitchy best friend. Ex-boyfriend - total asshole. And Evil-in-the-flesh red haired girl with the power of Devil. Hehehehe, sounds intresting, isn't it?I like it. No, really. The way yhe girl tells this story sounds realistic, with a good drop of pain and hidden suffer.At the moment I flipped the last page of this book I wanted to read the sequel. There HAS to be sequel!
iwriteinbooks on LibraryThing 17 days ago
From the beginning, I have shied away from the YA shelves, mostly based on Twilight (which I enjoyed but didn¿t love) and one failed attempt at reading a Sarah Dessen book. I don¿t like vampires, I don¿t like demons and I am really quite a few years past angst. Also, for the most part, I don¿t really like love stories. In books, they¿re too easy (or too hard due to aforementioned demons). In YA stories, the young women are painted as girls as opposed to strong people and I just don¿t think that the right messages are being sent to our daughters.That said, I would never ban a book based on content. I would, though, redirect.Oh, look over here, I might say. Have you seen this book by Maureen Johnson? She¿s fabulous. If I had a daughter, I would trade her in for Maureen. Wait no, I think that came out wrong. If I had a daughter, or a teen at all, I would, in a heart beat, send her right on over to Maureen. Yes, that was better. Why am I in love? Well, it really (really) is not based on the controversy surrounding The Bermudez Triangle but certainly the issue surrounding that conflict is part of the reason I dig her so much.Here I am, getting to the point.Take her book, Devilish. It¿s the classic tale of Faust or Daniel Webster. Down and out character finds herself at the bottom of life and, oops, finds Satan or one of his minions, and there goes her soul in exchange for perceived happiness. I am a lifelong lover of Dorian Gray so this is a story I will never get tired of. While the myth and legend behind the story may not be batting a thousand on a truth scale, her teen ladies are real. They may have slight hang ups, there is obviously going to be some angst in any story but, the main concerns were academics, friends and demons, rather than boys. Sure there was an ex-boyfreind and an only occasionally reoccurring, adorable demon but it didn¿t take the main focus. Boys in Devilish amounted to the way a sunset might be mentioned in another book. Jane, the protagonist, was smart but not gorgeous, witty but not popular. Sure, she was snarky and a bit of a rebel but that, in itself, is usually relegated to the male class clown rather than the female, for the most part. Even the evil demon, a beautiful, intelligent 200 year old high school student, put out a good name for female YA¿s everywhere.The storyline itself, followed the same vein. It was less focused on romance and more on calculus. Jane was interested in getting to Harvard where people were normal, rather than fitting in at high school where people were not. The writing is fantastic. I don¿t think I¿ve read anything that funny in a long time. The wit dropped a little bit in the end but I suppose it took a back seat when the action stepped in which is mildly understandable.Needless to say, I could probably sit here and continue babbling on in a senseless way about how much I adore Johnson and her women but I will save that for the rest of her collection (which I may have purchased in its entirety, this past weekend).
TheLibraryhag on LibraryThing 17 days ago
Jane Jarvis has a bit of a problem. She just found out that her best friend sold her soul to the devil, or his emissary anyway. At first no problem, she just cuts a deal to trade her soul for her friends. But now she has found out it is for real, and she only has a short amount of time to save herself and her friend, not to mention most of her schoolmates at St Teresa's.I enjoyed this book. The writing is very good. Jane is a smart girl who is also loyal and resourceful. I am really sas that this is a stand alone book. I would love to see more about this character, her friends and family.
samripley on LibraryThing 17 days ago
I love the main character; she was cute and short and had spiky hair but was really opinionated. She was super real and, unlike some of the characters, felt the most alive of anyone in the story. I liked that she totally refused to believe that there was anything weird and otherworldly going on, unlike most of the people in fiction today who seem to accept the fact that they¿re fairies or whatever with no weirdness whatsoever. She made up all these excuses as to why it couldn¿t be happening, even though her history book just randomly burst into flame. I don¿t know, I thought it was funny.The only problems that I had were: a) the rushed romance that I didn¿t really feel all that into and b) her best friend¿s personality. I mean, in the beginning of the story, her best friend Allison seems pretty real and kind of OCD, but after about the first scene with her, I saw nothing of her personality. I just didn¿t like her and I didn¿t understand why the MC was friends with her. The romance in the story, which was obviously a subplot, felt a little rushed and unreal. It seemed like there should¿ve been more scenes with the two of them to make their mutual feelings develop, but there was nothing. I didn¿t get that whoosh in my stomach kind of thing that I usually get from a kiss and it made me sad.Overall, I really enjoyed Devilish. It was a quick read and despite some problems with character, I would definitely recommend it.
rivkat on LibraryThing 17 days ago
Jane Jarvis has a smart mouth, which doesn¿t serve her well at Saint Theresa¿s Prep, and a best friend who¿s equally outcast. But when a new student comes to school, Jane watches with horror as Allison gets in way too deep: deal with a demon deep. Now it¿s up to Jane, and some unlikely allies, to save the day. The story was fun; the characters felt realistically teenaged, especially Jane¿s interaction with her ex Elton. And I loved that Jane was mad about the fact that the girl¿s school was so under-resourced compared to the boys¿. Fun YA; would read more by the same author.
khallbee on LibraryThing 17 days ago
Jane and Allison have been best friends their entire lives, so when Allison cuts her hair, buys a new purse and starts hanging out with the cool girls, there's only one explanation--she's been possessed by a demon. As Jane enters her own devil's bargain to save her friend and keep a hellish horde from taking over Rhode Island, she discovers an underworld based on arcane rules and playing for the highest stakes imaginable.This book is funny. Johnson's gift for snark and subversive comedy simply cannot be overstated. At the same time, however, she takes a fairly ridiculous concept and makes it perfectly believable. Jane and her demon-fighting posse seem perfectly believable in their motivations and actions. The character of Jane herself is a great draw--brilliant, rebellious, ungoverned and unconcerned, she handles everything life throws at her with a furiously cold aplomb. The only thing that seems to throw her is Owen (the anti-Edward, for any Twilight-haters out there), a sad 116-year-old ghost with issues of his own. Seeing their awkward romance blossom is almost more entertaining than the quickly-approaching Poodle Prom and the deadline to save Allison's soul.
taleofnight on LibraryThing 17 days ago
It's Jane's senior year and something strange is happening at her school, and it has affected her best friend, Allison, the most. For as long as Jane and Ally have been friends, Jane has always had to protect her, be somewhat of a mother to her. So when Ally suddenly starts hanging out with the new girl and has more confidence, nice clothes, and won't talk to Jane, Jane knows something strange is going on. Turns out Ally sold her soul to the devil so she could get confidence in return. Now Jane has to figure out a way to save Ally's soul without risking her own.Devilish was a fun read. An all girls Catholic school has a demon running around trying to get a soul. I love the fact that there is a demon in a religious school. And it comes in the form of a very tall, skinny girl named Lanalee.The one thing that bugged me was that Jane and Ally's friendship was a little weird. Jane was basically Ally's mom. She'd have to make sure Ally was OK and make sure she wouldn't have a nervous break down. But it worked for the story and once I got to the middle of the book it didn't bother me anymore. Jane is apparently very smart, so she doesn't believe in this devil nonsense. But when she witnesses someone shoot themselves in the head, and live, she starts to understand that there really is a devil (or demon? I didn't really understand that part) stealing souls. There were some creepy parts. Like the guy getting shot. And the bath tube filling up with blood. So the story isn't that light and fluffy the whole time. But Jane's quirky attitude keeps everything from getting too serious.Overall, I really liked Devilish. It was a fun, light read that kept me intrigued throughout the whole book.
hoosgracie on LibraryThing 17 days ago
Fast, fun, and funny read. I enjoyed the high school take on demons.
stephxsu on LibraryThing 17 days ago
After too-smart-for-her-own-good Jane¿s best friend Allison humiliates herself at their all-girl school¿s Big-Little event, the Allison Jane knows disappears. All of a sudden Allison has cute clothes, a new hairstyle, and a trendy cell phone. She¿s also hanging out with a new sophomore, Lanalee. With their friendship teetering, Jane finds out, with the help of a freshman boy, that Allison has sold her soul to the devil, who is masquerading as a¿you guessed it¿sophomore at Saint Teresa¿s.Now, Jane¿s not one to believe in ridiculous things like devils. She jokingly enters into a contract with Lanalee to get Allison¿s soul back. However, strange things begin to happen: her history book bursts into flames, and her freshman friend, Owen, kills himself¿and lives. Jane is forced to realize that her soul is in danger. And now the only way she can reclaim it is if she gets a kiss from her ex-boyfriend, Elton, by midnight at the very mysterious Poodle Prom.DEVILISH is fast-paced and slight out there at times, but I loved reading it. Jane, with her wit and semi-acerbic commentary on everything, makes for a wonderful protagonist. I found myself laughing out loud many times. Anyone who has enjoyed Maureen Johnson¿s previous books or anyone who loves a fast and wacky read will not regret reading DEVILISH.
dudeitsashley on LibraryThing 17 days ago
I didn't really like the concept about how she sold her soul to the devil.
4sarad on LibraryThing 17 days ago
I thought the book was pretty slow in the beginning, but it did have some good parts. There was some really funny dialogue. I didn't think the characters were developed quite enough. I thought the sister was made to be too stupid and I found it annoying that almost every character other than the main girl was described as tall and lanky. Every one. Also, the bed flying around was completely stolen from Bedknobs and Broomsticks.
TFS93 on LibraryThing 17 days ago
I will never look at a perfume bottle or a cupcake again without thinking of this book. Johnson should write a sequel to this one. Delicious!
brittney_reed on LibraryThing 17 days ago
In this novel, Jane must save her best friend, Allison, from the deal she has struck with a demon who has taken on the guise of a friendly, cupcake-eating classmate at their Catholic high school. The situation and the tone--funny, heartfelt, and scary at once--are similar to those of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, making this book likely to appeal to fans of the show who might be reluctant readers. What I really enjoyed about Devilish is that it deals with the paranormal differently than do the scores of other paranormal YA books dominating the market. Rather than making the romantic subplot the focus of the book, Johnson places female friendship and the struggle to do the "right" thing versus doing what seems right to you as an individual at the forefront of the narrative. Her characters are smart, realistic, and very fun to read. Teenage girls could read this book and recognize themselves and their friends rather than identifying with the weak, watered-down female protagonists who only want to date a sparkly boy.Devilish could have been two different novels: one a supernatural thriller, the other a drama about life in high school. Either one would probably have been okay, but blended together, they make a perfect book.
JessicaMarie on LibraryThing 17 days ago
Devilish may seem like a story about a normal high school, but when they mention Jane selling her soul to save her ex-best friend Jane, they are not joking. Jane soon realizes that her school is a battleground for good and evil. It is up to Jane to save not only her school, but also her ex-best friend Allison if she wants to be able to rekindle their friendship. Devilish is definitely a page turner because no one is what they seem. There are demons, evil fighting nuns and preachers, fourteen year old boys who have been dead for the past one hundred years, sinister poodles, and corrupted cupcakes. Would you be willing to risk your life for a friend that has betrayed you?Even with so many twists and turns the story was very easy to follow and comprehend. The only thing I didn't like about the story is existence of Jane's ex-boyfriend Elton. They never fully explain his and Jane's breakup or why/how he is now her best friend's boyfriend. Not knowing the answer to this kind of left me feeling empty once the book had ended, but then again I tend to get caught up in the minor details.I would recommend this book to anyone who loves YA fiction and doesn't mind a little science fiction. This was my first book by Maureen Johnson and I am definitely looking forward to reading more of her work.
ChemChick on LibraryThing 17 days ago
Some writers are gifted in their ability to create the most delightful fluff. It's light, it's easy, it slips down past your brain without requiring any thought. It's funny. Tonight, Maureen Johnson has proven to me that she does brain candy like no one else. If a meteor crashed through my roof and destroyed all my worldly possessions, I might find myself walking to the library to re-read her book Devilish *just* for a laugh from lines like: * "A cat had jumped on his back once and ridden him like a camel, digging its claws in for support." * "I don't normally like to collect other people's vomit, but this seemed like a good time to make an exception to that rule." Is it Great Literature? No. Did it take less than three hours to read through? Yes. But it was oh-so entertaining, and exactly what I needed to read tonight.
Runa on LibraryThing 17 days ago
Devilish is a spectacular YA book, and I now see why Maureen Johnson is pretty much the Queen of YA (other than Meg Cabot, of course). Many of the elements found in this book are found in others, and parts were very predictable, but it all really added to the fun and thoroughly amazing ending. Devilish takes you on an amazing roller coaster ride of wacky twists, some you'll see coming, others will be complete shockers. The narrator is a very fun, relatable girl, and all the supportive characters are amazingly developed as well (I'm particularly a fan of Brother Frank). The plot is beyond original, and I'm still amazed that there was an Edward years before Edward in the form of, surprise, surprise, an Owen. The book is nothing particularly memorable, but while you're reading it, you will fall in love with the characters. I don't see myself remembering every little tidbit (as seems to be the case with many of MJ's books) but it is one that I'll probably drop into conversation ("Edward? Puh-leeze. Who needs Edward when you can have Owen?" (note: fully applicable in conversations re: Just Listen as well.)) Rating: 4.5/5
Velvet-Moonlight on LibraryThing 17 days ago
Don't be captured just by the cover, the story is nothing more than mediocre. Its a nice story, full of a male to like, an enemy to hate, and an ending to love, but thats all. It's entertaining up to a point, but if you want a book that give and gives and fulfills your hunger for a great novel, keep looking.
ctahmase on LibraryThing 17 days ago
Oh, I wanted to like this one *more* but I missed the character connections/relationships I've encounter in Maureen Johnson's other work. Still, I recommend this book. It's a fun, fast read and some of the observations on demons/hell/selling one's soul are great.
readinggeek451 on LibraryThing 17 days ago
Jane's best friend Allison starts acting strangely after eating a cupcake. Now Jane must bargain with a demon for her soul--or lose her forever.Part school story, part friendship story, part sold-my-soul-to-the-devil story. Twisty and fun.
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