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Seventeen-year-old Bianca Piper is cynical and loyal, and she doesn't think she's the prettiest of her friends by a long shot. She's also way too smart to fall for the charms of man-slut and slimy school hottie Wesley Rush. In fact, Bianca hates him. And when he nicknames her "the Duff," she throws her Coke in his face.
But things aren't so great at home right now, and Bianca is desperate for a distraction. She ends up kissing Wesley. Worse, she likes it. Eager for escape, Bianca throws herself into a closeted enemies-with-benefits relationship with him.
Until it all goes horribly awry. It turns out Wesley isn't such a bad listener, and his life is pretty screwed up, too. Suddenly Bianca realizes with absolute horror that she's falling for the guy she thought she hated more than anyone. And eventually, through this realization, Bianca begins to see how harmful her unhealthy way of dealing with her problems has been, and finds a way to confront them head on.
|Publisher:||Little, Brown Books for Young Readers|
|Product dimensions:||5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.00(d)|
|Age Range:||15 - 17 Years|
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The DUFF(Designated Ugly Fat Friend)
By Keplinger, Kody
PoppyCopyright © 2010 Keplinger, Kody
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This was getting old.
Once again, Casey and Jessica were making complete fools of themselves, shaking their asses like dancers in a rap video. But I guess guys eat that shit up, don’t they? I could honestly feel my IQ dropping as I wondered, for the hundredth time that night, why I’d let them drag me here again.
Every time we came to the Nest, the same thing happened. Casey and Jessica danced, flirted, attracted the attention of every male in sight, and eventually were hauled out of the party by their protective best friend—me—before any of the horn dogs could take advantage of them. In the meantime, I sat at the bar all night talking to Joe, the thirty-year-old bartender, about “the problems with kids these days.”
I figured Joe would get offended if I told him that one of the biggest problems was this damn place. The Nest, which used to be a real bar, had been converted into a teen lounge three years ago. The rickety oak bar still stood, but Joe served only Coke products while the kids danced or listened to live music. I hated the place for the simple reason that it made my friends, who could be somewhat sensible most of the time, act like idiots. But in their defense, they weren’t the only ones. Half of Hamilton High showed up on the weekends, and no one left the club with their dignity intact.
I mean seriously, where was the fun in all of this? Want to dance to the same heavy bass techno music week after week? Sure! Then maybe I’ll hit on this sweaty, oversexed football player. Maybe we’ll have meaningful discussions about politics and philosophy while we bump ’n grind. Ugh. Yeah, right.
Casey plopped down on the stool next to mine. “You should come dance with us, B,” she said, breathless from her booty shaking. “It’s so much fun.”
“Sure it is,” I muttered.
“Oh my gosh!” Jessica sat down on my other side, her honey-blond ponytail bouncing against her shoulders. “Did you see that? Did you effing see that? Harrison Carlyle totally just hit on me! Did you see that? Omigosh!”
Casey rolled her eyes. “He asked you where you got your shoes, Jess. He’s totally gay.”
“He’s too cute to be gay.”
Casey ignored her, running her fingers behind her ear, as if tucking back invisible locks. It was a habit left over from before she’d chopped her hair into its current edgy blond pixie cut. “B, you should dance with us. We brought you here so that we could hang out with you—not that Joe isn’t entertaining.” She winked at the bartender, probably hoping to score some free sodas. “But we’re your friends. You should come dance. Shouldn’t she, Jess?”
“Totally,” Jessica agreed, eyeing Harrison Carlyle, who sat in a booth on the other side of the room. She paused and turned back to us. “Wait. What? I wasn’t listening.”
“You just look so bored over here, B. I want you to have some fun, too.”
“I’m fine,” I lied. “I’m having a great time. You know I can’t dance. I’d be in your way. Go… live it up or whatever. I’ll be okay over here.”
Casey narrowed her hazel eyes at me. “You sure?” she asked.
She frowned, but after a second she shrugged and grabbed Jessica by the wrist, pulling her out onto the dance floor. “Holy crap!” Jessica cried. “Slow down, Case! You’ll rip my arm off!” Then they made their merry way to the middle of the room, already syncing the sway of their hips with the pulsing techno music.
“Why didn’t you tell them you’re miserable?” Joe asked, pushing a glass of Cherry Coke toward me.
“I’m not miserable.”
“You’re not a good liar either,” he replied before a group of freshmen started yelling for drinks at the other end of the bar.
I sipped my Cherry Coke, watching the clock above the bar. The second hand seemed to be frozen, and I prayed the damn thing was broken or something. I wouldn’t ask Casey and Jessica to leave until eleven. Any earlier and I’d be the party pooper. But according to the clock it wasn’t even nine yet, and I could already feel myself getting a techno-music migraine, only made worse by the pulsing strobe light. Move, second hand! Move!
I rolled my eyes and turned to glare at the unwelcome intruder. This happened once in a while. Some guy, usually stoned or rank with BO, would take a seat beside me and make a half-assed attempt at small talk. Clearly they hadn’t inherited the observant gene, because the expression on my face made it pretty damn obvious that I wasn’t in the mood to be swept off my feet.
Surprisingly, the guy who’d taken the seat next to me didn’t stink like pot or armpits. In fact, that might have been cologne I smelled on the air. But my disgust only increased when I realized who the cologne belonged to. I would have preferred the fuzzy-headed stoner.
Wesley. Fucking. Rush.
“What do you want?” I demanded, not even bothering to be polite.
“Aren’t you the friendly type?” Wesley asked sarcastically. “Actually, I came to talk to you.”
“Well, that sucks for you. I’m not talking to people tonight.” I slurped my drink loudly, hoping he’d take the not-so-subtle hint to leave. No such luck. I could feel his dark gray eyes crawling all over me. He couldn’t even pretend to be looking me in the eyes, could he? Ugh!
“Come on,” Wesley teased. “There’s no need to be so cold.”
“Leave me alone,” I hissed through clenched teeth. “Go try your charming act on some tramp with low self-esteem, because I’m not falling for it.”
“Oh, I’m not interested in tramps,” he said. “That’s not my thing.”
I snorted. “Any girl who’d give you the time of day, Wesley, is most definitely a tramp. No one with taste or class or dignity would actually find you attractive.”
Okay. That was a tiny lie.
Wesley Rush was the most disgusting womanizing playboy to ever darken the doorstep of Hamilton High… but he was kind of hot. Maybe if you could put him on mute… and cut off his hands… maybe—just maybe—he’d be tolerable then. Otherwise, he was a real piece of shit. Horn dog shit.
“And you do have taste and class and dignity, I assume?” he asked, grinning.
“Yes, I do.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Is this your attempt at flirting?” I asked. “If it is, you fail. Epically.”
He laughed. “I never fail at flirting.” He ran his fingers through his dark, curly hair and adjusted his crooked, arrogant little grin. “I’m just being friendly. Trying to have a nice conversation.”
“Sorry. Not interested.” I turned away and took another drink of my Cherry Coke. But he didn’t move. Not even an inch. “You can go now,” I said forcefully.
Wesley sighed. “Fine. You’re being really uncooperative, you know. So I guess I’ll be honest with you. I’ve got to hand it to you: you’re smarter and more stubborn than most girls I talk to. But I’m here for a little more than witty conversation.” He moved his attention to the dance floor. “I actually need your help. You see, your friends are hot. And you, darling, are the Duff.”
“Is that even a word?”
“Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend,” he clarified. “No offense, but that would be you.”
“I am not the—!”
“Hey, don’t get defensive. It’s not like you’re an ogre or anything, but in comparison…” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Think about it. Why do they bring you here if you don’t dance?” He had the nerve to reach over and pat my knee, like he was trying to comfort me. I jerked away from him, and his fingers moved smoothly to brush some curls out of his face instead. “Look,” he said, “you have hot friends… really hot friends.” He paused, watching the action on the dance floor for a moment, before facing me again. “The point is, scientists have proven that every group of friends has a weak link, a Duff. And girls respond well to guys who associate with their Duffs.”
“Crackheads can call themselves scientists now? That’s news to me.”
“Don’t be bitter,” he said. “What I’m saying is, girls—like your friends—find it sexy when guys show some sensitivity and socialize with the Duff. So by talking to you right now I am doubling my chances of getting laid tonight. Please assist me here, and just pretend to enjoy the conversation.”
I stared at him, flabbergasted, for a long moment. Beauty really was skin-deep. Wesley Rush may have had the body of a Greek god, but his soul was as black and empty as the inside of my closet. What a bastard!
With one swift motion I jumped to my feet and flung the contents of my glass in Wesley’s direction. Cherry Coke flew all over him, splattering his expensive-looking white polo. Drops of dark red liquid glistened on his cheeks and colored his brown hair. His face glowed with anger, and his chiseled jaw clinched fiercely.
“What was that for?” he snapped, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
“What do you think it was for?” I bellowed, fists balled at my sides.
“Honestly, Duffy, I have no earthly idea.”
Angry flames blazed in my cheeks. “If you think I’m letting one of my friends leave this place with you, Wesley, you’re very, very wrong,” I spat. “You’re a disgusting, shallow, womanizing jackass, and I hope that soda stains your preppy little shirt.” Just before I marched away, I looked over my shoulder and added, “And my name isn’t Duffy. It’s Bianca. We’ve been in the same homeroom since middle school, you self-absorbed son of a bitch.”
I never thought I’d say this, but thank God the damn techno played so loud. No one but Joe overheard the little episode, and he probably found the whole thing hysterical. I had to push my way through the crowded dance floor to find my friends. When I tracked them down, I grabbed Casey and Jessica by their elbows and tugged them toward the exit.
“Hey!” Jessica protested.
“What’s wrong?” Casey asked.
“We’re getting the fuck out of here,” I said, yanking their unwilling bodies along behind me. “I’ll explain in the car. I just can’t stand to be in this hellhole for one more second.”
“Can’t I say bye to Harrison first?” Jessica whined, trying to loosen my grip on her arm.
“Jessica!” I cricked my neck painfully when I twisted around to face her. “He’s gay! You don’t have a chance, so just give it up already. I need to get out of here. Please.”
I pulled them out into the parking lot, where the icy January air tore at the bare flesh of our faces. Relenting, Casey and Jessica gathered close on either side of me. They must have found their outfits, which were intended to be sexy, ill equipped to handle the windchill. We moved to my car in a huddle, separating only when we reached the front bumper. I clicked the unlock button on my key chain so that we could climb into the slightly warmer cab of the Saturn without delay.
Casey curled up in the front seat and said, through chattering teeth, “Why are we leaving so early? B, it’s only, like, nine-fifteen.”
Jessica sulked in the backseat with an ancient blanket wrapped around her like a cocoon. (My piece-of-shit heater rarely decided to work, so I kept a stash of blankets on the floorboard.)
“I got into an argument with someone,” I explained, jabbing the key into the ignition with unnecessary force. “I threw my Coke on him, and I didn’t want to stick around for his response.”
“Who?” Casey asked.
I’d been dreading that question because I knew the reaction I’d get. “Wesley Rush.”
Two swoony, girly sighs followed my answer.
“Oh, come on,” I fumed. “The guy is a man-whore. I can’t stand him. He sleeps with everything that moves, and his brain is located in his pants—which means it’s microscopic.”
“I doubt that,” Casey said with another sigh. “God, B, only you could find a flaw in Wesley Rush.”
I glared at her as I turned my head to back out of the parking lot. “He’s a jerk.”
“That’s not true,” Jessica interjected. “Jeanine said he talked to her at a party recently. She was with Vikki and Angela, and she said he just came up and sat down beside her. He was really friendly.”
That made sense. Jeanine was definitely the Duff if she was out with Angela and Vikki. I wondered which of them left with Wesley that night.
“He’s charming,” Casey said. “You’re just being Little Miss Cynical, as usual.” She gave me a warm smile from across the cab. “But what the hell did he do to get you to throw Coke at him?” Now she sounded concerned. Took her long enough. “Did he say something to you, B?”
“No,” I lied. “It’s nothing. He just pisses me off.”
The word bounced around in my mind as I sped down 5th Street. I couldn’t bring myself to tell my friends about the wonderful new insult that had just been added to my vocab list, but when I glanced at myself in the rearview mirror, Wesley’s assertion that I was the unattractive, undesirable tagalong (more like dragalong) seemed to be confirmed. Jessica’s perfect hourglass figure and warm, welcoming brown eyes. Casey’s flawless complexion and mile-long legs. I couldn’t compare to either of them.
“Well, I say we hit another party, since it’s so early,” Casey suggested. “I heard about this one out in Oak Hill. Some college kid is home for Christmas break and decided to have a big blowout. Angela told me about it this morning. Want to go?”
“Yeah!” Jessica straightened up beneath the blanket. “We should totally go! College parties have college boys. Won’t that be fun, Bianca?”
I sighed. “No. Not really.”
“Oh, come on.” Casey reached over and squeezed my arm. “No dancing this time, okay? And Jess and I promise to keep all hot guys away from you, since clearly you hate them.” She smirked, trying to nudge me back into a good mood.
“I don’t hate hot guys,” I told her. “Just the one.” After a moment, I sighed and turned onto the highway, heading for the county line. “Fine, we’ll go. But you two are buying me ice cream afterward. Two scoops.”
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Bianca Piper's two best friends are gorgeous, but that's never bothered her. She's brilliant, cynical, and wiser than her buddies and they all support and care for each other, so the prettiness contrast isn't an issue until resident ladies' man Wesley Rush tells her to her face that's she's their DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend. Wesley also has the nerve to tell Bianca that by showing sensitivity and deigning to talk with her, he's upping his chances of seeing some action with her friends. Needless to say, Bianca shuts him down, and rightly so, but as her home situation gets sadder and more complicated she finds herself drowning her sorrow with none other than Wesley "Womanizer" Rush. I was delighted by the portrayal of Bianca's relationship with her friends. At first, I was of the opinion that Bianca was basically doing them a favor by hanging out with them, since she's intelligent and practical, but in short order I saw that Casey and Jessica weren't at all ditzy. They balance Bianca's snarky view on life, and together they achieve a balanced group dynamic that's very believable and fun to read. I could see myself reading a book with either Casey or Jessica as the protagonist; that's how fleshed-out the characters were. I wish Wesley had gotten more development. At first, Wesley came off as a wonderfully calculating and shrewd jerk, and I was ready to see him humbled and looking forward to plenty of battles of wits between him and Bianca. Unfortunately, the terrific tension and verbal sparring in the early chapters seems to wane with time. Wesley seems most like a 3-dimensional character in the first thirty or so pages, then when he and Bianca fall into an enemies-with-benefits arrangement, he loses some vitality. Yes, plenty of attempts are made to give him a more rounded character--his love for his little sister, standing up for Bianca, showing some intellect regarding an essay assignment--but the initial spark was gone. Maybe I just want my YA couples to move more slowly? One other thing I had trouble with was the way Bianca kept using Wesley. She loathes him partly because he's an egomaniac, but mainly because he's wildly promiscuous. The trouble is, she thinks that his low moral standards make it perfectly okay for her to use him whenever she happens to need a distraction. Now don't get me wrong, he's totally happy and content with being treated this way, but I couldn't help but be disappointed that Bianca followed the "he's a total skank, so I can treat him any way I want, and it's fine" philosophy. On the upside, The DUFF explores lots of important ideas about self-respect and self-worth. I love the assertion that basically everyone has felt like the duff of their group before--every girl (and guy) feels like they're lacking at one time or another. It's very empowering and encouraging. Bianca's narrative voice is funny, sharp, and smart, and with the exception of the difficulties with Wesley, I really enjoyed the book. I'll definitely be looking forward to future writings from Kody Keplinger.
This book is great ! I COULDNT PUT IT DOWN! i wish it was kinda longer ! But GOOD read ! I couldnt stop reading !
Loved it! I couldnt put it down!!!
I loved this book. Definitely a favorite
I love to read and finished this book in a day! I loved how everything turned out and its a relatable book by far!!! I did kinda wish it was longer but for it being relatively short it was very sexy and intense, fantastic ive also read shut out by Kody it was great also and she is an amazing author!!!(:
The Duff is one of the best books i have have read in a long time. It kept me at the edge of my seat, and I couldn't put it down until I was finished. The characters developed very lovely. The Duff is a book I will want to keep re-reading. I suggest a lot of people should read this book, because it is so much fun to read.
Best book iever read
I started this book ready to be disappointed. There's been so much hype, and not all of it good, that I didn't think The Duff could possibly live up to it. Then I opened it and found a pessimistic, foul-mouthed main character that I didn't think I'd grow to care about. I brought an extra book with me to read on my commute so that i could put this one down as soon as I'd read the obligatory 50 pages (this is my personal rule for books sent to me for review). Next thing I know, I'd almost missed my train stop because I was so sucked in. Bianca's relationship with Wesley is clearly complicated, though she tries to play it off as the simplest thing ever: just sex. Wesley seems okay with this arrangement and helps Bianca keep up appearances at school and everywhere else for a while. They hate each other. He's a man-slut, womanizing, cocky little brat, representing everything that Bianca, a smart and confident young woman, despises. And he calls her "Duffy," constantly reminding her that he's way out of her league and that their relationship could never go public. For the most part, they maintain a snarky banter both in and out of the bedroom (it's very 10 Things I Hate About You). Until they don't. Bianca is having some very real problems at home that she's avoiding by spending all of her time with Wesley. She can ignore things when she's with him; her friends will want to help and make her talk about it. Wesley just asks her if she's okay and then listens; he doesn't push. Maybe this is because he doesn't actually care (likely in Bianca's opinion) or maybe, as she comes to figure out, it's because he has real problems that he doesn't want to talk about either. Other reviewers have said that the relationships between Bianca and her friends is what "saved" this book for them. Their friendship is sweet, fierce and awesome. They build each other up with nary an insult. Bianca ditches her friends for Wesley and doesn't even tell them about him. I think this happens a lot (it certainly did when I was in college), and to see it portrayed here was great. Bianca's friends are both pissed and worried, and both those sentiments are clearly expressed. No one is one-dimensional. When Bianca finally spills all to her friends, they (mostly) forgive her. Casey decides to make the word duff theirs. Instead of having a fat day or a bad hair day or even a zit, they say it's their turn to be the Duff. Though the word catches Bianca off guard throughout the book, it loses it's power to make her feel ugly and fat, exactly what the word is supposed to imply. Overall, I enjoyed this book. It's all about relationships, between Bianca and her friends, Bianca and her parents, Bianca and Wesley, but it's not weighed down by emotional drama. Sure, there are really emotionally draining parts of this book, especially when it comes to Bianca and her parents, but they are tempered by sarcasm, sex, and Bianca's own personality. Book source: ARC provided by the publisher.
I LOVED this book!!! i couldnt put it down. This book gave great insight on what others girls ( not skinny or blessed with great looks) feel and how many are treated. The author developed good characterization to all her charcters! The book really showed the power of freindship. Very relatable. A must read!
The Duff was a fast read but not my cup of tea. I wouldn't recommend this book to young adults because to me it just doesn't give any positive advise to teens. It doesn't make sense that Bianca had sex with Wesley just to escape form her problems at home. The guy wasn't even nice to her, at one point he called her fat and ugly. I wished she had loved her self more and had a bit more self worth. I know this is just a book but there's teens out there that would think that sleeping with a guy will fix their problems. I recommend this book to ADULTS that like fast paced books.
I absolutely loved this book! Finished it one day! I fell in love with Biancas witty attitude. And Wesley was a jerk at first that you will grow to love!
STOP READING THIS COMMENT AND READ DUFF!!! AHHHH!
The beginning draws you into the world of an average teen feeling pale in comparison to her beautiful friends. Her world and beliefs are turned upside down when she finds herself feeling something for a boy she would never have pictured to be right for her. As the storycontinues, you cant help but continue reading to find out what choices Bianca will make. The life lessons alone make this book worth the read. Definitely for romance lovers and deep thinkers! Loved it from start to finish. One of my new favorite books. For mature audiences though lol
Honestly, ive been bullied forever. This book made me embrace not being the prettiest girl in my friend group and im not even close... Sometimes you just have to accept who you are and genuinenly deal with it. I loved this book sooo much and im looking for a sequel!
The Duff is a book that any teenager who is into reading would want to read. It is a mix of fantasy and real life combined into one and the term Duff is so true. In school we get singled out when we show just the tiniest bit of our true personality and here is a girl who feels the same way but in the end realizes that she is who she is and nobody can change that so she embraces it and follows her heart. This is a book that probably every teen van relate to and even parents might read it and see that school isn't how it used to be when they went.
This is THE BEST book I have ever read, I don't know about anyone else but Kody Keplinger NEEDS to make a second book, and FAST!!!
Bianca Piper is The DUFF. But she doesn't know this until Wesley (so eloquently) let her in on that little tidbit of information. Bianca loathes Wesley. She hates him with the fiery passion of a million suns because of who he is ... the player. Then it happens. She kisses him. She still hates him but she doesn't mind using him as a little diversion from her screwed-up life. And what a diversion he is! Unfortunately, I didn't hear about this book until I saw the preview for the movie. To be honest, I thought that the title and whole premise was mean as hell. Do kids really use this term?!? It wouldn't surprise me but I would hate to be The DUFF. That being said ... the summary intrigued me. And at that point, I was hooked and I had to read it. Man ... am I glad that I did. Well, my sleep patterns aren't glad because I read this book in one sitting. Well ... laying. I went to bed thinking that I would just get started on it and the next thing I knew, it was in the middle of the night and I was reading the last sentence. I was just so completely immersed that I didn't realize I had been reading for so long! I don't really have any specifics to give you on this one ... I just liked everything. I liked how the story was set up and executed, I liked the characters and how they were so very thought out and seemed like some kids I used to know, I liked the flow of the story and how it never really slowed down or got boring and most of all, I just liked the story as a whole. Everything about it was just great and I actually want to read it again immediately. Yes, this is a YA book. Yes, it is made for teenagers. But I can see how it could strike at the heart of most people. Most everyone has had family issues, big or small, at some point and we all know how finding some sort of distraction can become addictive just so that we can get away. I don't think that this book is just for YA readers, I think that most everyone can come away with something from these pages, even if it's just a laugh at Bianca's sassy attitude (which I couldn't get enough of). All in all, great book. I'm excited to read some more stuff by Kody Keplinger. If it is anything like this one, I know that I'm a fan for life.
This review was originally posted on my blog Belletristic Books. I had heard mixed things about The DUFF: (Designated Ugly Fat Friend) before starting it. That turned me off to it a bit but I ended up reading this book anyway since I wanted to form an opinion of it before seeing the film version! Unfortunately, it seems as though I’m one of the people who didn’t enjoy this so much. Don’t get me wrong – I felt that certain parts of this book were cute plus I thought Bianca was very intelligent and sassy! But a lot of this story didn’t feel right to me. A few pages into this, Wesley is chatting up Bianca in an attempt to score points with her best friends, Jessica and Casey. During this conversation, he calls her the duff aka the designated ugly fat friend. He’s really matter of fact about it. That’s mean and harsh! Despite that, she decides to kiss him and later sleep with him – this happens continuously though Wesley still calls Bianca duffy often. I understand she’s having a lot of issues at home and that she has a hard time discussing her problems with her friends. Even so, I didn’t feel like she had a lot of self-respect due to how she gets involved with someone who belittles her regularly. Although Wesley does on occasion actually try to get Bianca to talk about what’s bothering her, the relationship they have for most of the book doesn’t seem very healthy. Bianca is both quirky and clever yet I wasn’t into how judgmental and negative she sometimes was. For a lot of this, I felt like she was looking down upon her peers because they were trying to have some fun. She gives this impression that she’s better than them and makes assumptions about some girls. I also really didn’t like how she treated Jessica and Casey at times. Casey genuinely cares about Bianca and gave her a lot of openings to discuss her feelings. Instead of giving into those opportunities, Bianca once in a while would ditch her friends to hang with Wesley. That is just so uncool. If you’re looking for a quick and comical book, then I’d recommend you pick up The DUFF: (Designated Ugly Fat Friend). Perhaps you’ll be one of the people who does enjoy it! In spite of that, I can honestly say that I’m glad this book went by quickly for me since I didn’t waste too much of my precious reading time on it. A lot of this book didn’t sit well with me yet it did have some positive aspects. Because of this, I’m giving it 2 out of 5 stars. It was okay but it didn’t blow my mind in a good way.
oh my god! honestly this is my favorite book! it was so detailed and well written. Hard work was put into this, and i would very much want a sequel... i just can't stop! i finished it the day i bought because its just that good! please make a sequel!
I've read this book like three time already. Every time i want to read something but cant decide on anything new This is my choise. This book is kind of a love story and it talks about the insecurities and problems that Bianca faces. When she is faced by family problems and the boy who broke her heart on freshmen year comes back to town for a little while, she tries to escape through Weasly, the rich kid who is in ither words a man-whore. In this book feeling that werent supposed to be there surface and things take a turn from nothing other than a meaningless fling to having feelings for each other. This book is great. And i recomend it to everyone. :)
When a guy calls u "ugly" he is calling himself that to make him feel good when really your beautiful
The stars say ut all
Duff is one of the best books i have ever read!!! I totally, completely, LOVE this book. I definantily recommend it!
This book is awesome! I would definitely recommend it!
One of the best books i have ever read, a tear jerker.