Girl Goddess #9: Nine Stories

Girl Goddess #9: Nine Stories


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ISBN-13: 9780064471879
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 02/28/1998
Series: Girl Goddess Series
Edition description: REPRINT
Pages: 192
Product dimensions: 4.18(w) x 6.82(h) x 0.53(d)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Francesca Lia Block, winner of the prestigious Margaret A. Edwards Award, is the author of many acclaimed and bestselling books, including Weetzie Bat; the book collections Dangerous Angels: The Weetzie Bat Books and Roses and Bones: Myths, Tales, and Secrets; the illustrated novella House of Dolls; the vampire romance novel Pretty Dead; and the gothic werewolf novel The Frenzy. Her work is published around the world.

Steve Scott is the illustrator of Splish Splash by Joan Bransfield Graham and is a children's book designer. He lives in New York City.

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In the morning, her mother helped her put on the bathing suit with the cartoon bird baby on it.

"You look just like Tweetie Bird," her mother said.

"Tweetie," she repeated.

She had tufts of white hair, big blue saucer eyes, a little round tummy and skinny arms and legs.

Her sister, Peachy Pie, came in.

"Doesn't she look just like Tweetie

Peachy Pie solemnly nodded.

"Go show your dad."

Peachy Pie took her sister's hand and they went through the apartment. It was an obstacle course of funny props that their father brought home from the studios-masks, models of cities, a robot, a suit of armor, marionettes, a giant stuffed spider in a web, a pair of angel wings. Outside it was so hot that the roses in the courtyard already smelled as sweet as if it were afternoon and the springer spaniels, Digger and Tugger, didn't leap up to greet the girls; they just beat their stubby tails on the sidewalk along with Ringo. The Beatles were playing on their father's boom box as he stood under the palm trees in front of the Spanish bungalow washing his Jeep.

"She's Tweetie," Peachy Pie said.

"She is!" said their father. He wiped his hands on a towel and kissed the tops of their heads.

"Spray us with the hose!" squealed Peachy Pie, and he did.

They giggled and wriggled in the rainbow water. Then Tweetie sat in a bucket and Peachy Pie wrapped a Snow-White-and-the-Seven-Dwarves towel around her. Tweetie liked the way it felt to fit her whole self into the bucket and watch her father washing his car. He wore baggy plaid shorts that hung low on his narrow hips and sunglasses that lookedlike two tiny old Beatles records.

"Time for breakfast, kidlets their mother called.

Tweetie didn't want to get out of the bucket where she fit so perfectly. Her father had to pick her up, kicking and wiggling, and deliver her into a chair that was too big. She missed her bucket. She might not fit into it as well in a few days. Her mother brought bowls of oatmeal with bananas and honey.
Yuck, thought Tweetie Too hot for oats. If she had been able to stay in the bucket she might have eaten them. She slid out through the back of the chair.
"Where are you going?" her father asked.

"Come sit back down and eat your breakfast like a big girl," said Peachy Pie as if she were the mother.

Tweetie ran across the blue-and-white kitchen floor to the refrigerator. She pulled on the door with both hands. She climbed inside, using the vegetable bins as stairs, and reached up. The bag of frozen peas hit her on the head as she fell backward onto the floor. It didn't hurt much but she cried anyway.
Her mother ladled her up.

"Now why did you do that?" her mother said, kissing the tufty top of Tweetie's head where her pink scalp showed through her hair.

"Peas," said Tweetie

Her mother sat Tweetie on her lap and fed her frozen peas until she stopped crying. Tweetie thought they tasted like candy, while unfrozen peas were mushy and not as sweet. She tried to offer some to her mother, her father and Peachy Pie, but no one wanted any.

"Tweetie Sweet Pea," her father said. And that
was how she got her name.

After breakfast Tweetie Sweet Pea and Peachy Pie played Beauty and the Beast because it was Peachy Pie's favorite game. Tweetie always had to be the Beast. Peachy Pie always got to be Beauty. Tweetie could have complained, but she never did because it seemed to mean a lot to Peachy Pie to be Beauty. Tweetie contemplated the fact that she and Peachy Pie were blonds, while their mother and Beauty had luscious brown curls. She thought that her father and the Beast must especially like brown hair. Her own hair was, as everyone had pointed out today, the color of a baby bird. Her grandmother had called it floozy blond, which wasn't, she gathered, a particularly good thing.

"You be the Beast," Peachy Pie said.

Tweetie thought, Oh surprise surprise.

She held the Beast doll and made him hop around. He had a hairy head with horns and tusks, a padded back, soft paws and a bushy tail. Tweetie thought he was cute like that. She wished that Peachy Pie would let him keep his Beast outfit on.

Peachy Pie took off Beauty's plain blue dress. It was hard to get it off over her pointy plastic breasts, hard plastic hands and steep plastic whereare-my-pumps feet.

Peachy and Tweetie examined naked Beauty. She sure looked different naked than they did.

"I'll put on her married dress," Peachy Pie announced.

She opened the ballerina music box and took out the gold lame ball gown, closing the box before the music started to play. Tweetie always hated the fakey-sweet smell of that dress. Peachy put it on Beauty.

"Okay. Now we dance," Peachy instructed.

She opened the music box again. This time a little twinkling tinkling song flew out of it like a fairy. The ballerina spun on one pink toe in front of her mirror. Tweetie Sweet Pea held the Beast up to Beauty and they danced. Everything got very still except for the tune playing over and over. A light breeze came in through the window, warm and


"Now ask me to marry you," Peachy Pie told Tweetie as she danced Beauty.

Peachy Pie's teeth showed when she was bossy. They reminded Tweetie of Dig's and Tug's tiny front teeth that she could see when she pulled their dog lips back.

"Will marry me?" asked Tweetie Sweet Pea.

"No. Say it like this," and Peachy Pie growled the words.

"Will marry me?" squeaked Tweetie again.

Peachy Pie rolled her eyes. "No. Not unless you take off your clothes."

"No," said Tweetie

Peachy Pie got mad. She took the Beast away from Tweetie and undressed him. Under his Beastly costume Tweetie thought he was dumb-and-naked The only good thing about him was his hair. It was nice and long like their father's. When their father had seen it he had said, "I don't remember my sister's Ken doll ever having such long locks. It must be a grange Ken."

"He's not Ken. He's the Beast," Peachy Pie told him.

"Oh, that explains it," he laughed.

Sometimes their father wore his hair in a ponytail. Sometimes he let it out and Tweetie played with it. It was blond like hers, and like Beast's. Sometimes he grew a goatee which made him look a lot like Beast, but Tweetie wouldn't have told him that. It might have hurt his feelings.

Their mother came in wearing a blue flowered sundress and her big, clunky, lace-up boots. She looked like Beauty except for the shoes.

"What's going on?" she said, squatting down next to them.

"The prince is marrying me," Peachy said.

"Now you girls shouldn't expect a handsome prince to come along and make it all better. I grew up on those fairy tales and it didn't do me any good"
Tweetie thought, Just let Peachy Pie enjoy her handsome prince. It makes her happy. Besides, you did find a prince.

When her father held her it made everything all better, just for then, but all better for then was pretty good. No one had to tell her and Peachy Pie that not all fairy tales come true. They knew more than they let on.


Girl Goddess #9. Copyright © by Francesca Block. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Girl Goddess #9: Nine Stories 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
sshadoan on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I love short stories, and this collection was stellar!
thioviolight on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A collection of Block's short stories, this is a quick but enjoyable read, a lighter serving of her longer fiction.
feminist_prof on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Again, just very interesting stories about being a girl and what it means and ... yeah. Just read some of her stuff.
xicanti on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A beautiful story collection. It's a quick read that could serve as a good introduction to anyone interested in trying Ms. Block's work.
echo_echo on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Nine stories -- some much better than others -- about growing up in different ways (Tweetie Sweet Pea's innocence or Winnie and Cubby's confessions). This is a short, but lovely read. Block's writing style shines.
Crowyhead on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a great collection of stories! My favorite is "Dragons In Manhattan."
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Cougar_H More than 1 year ago
Girl Goddess #9, by Francesca Lia Block, is 9 interesting stories about very different girls. Some situations the girls are put through are very emotional. The book really makes you feel your living the story yourself. Some of the endings are really good, but the others aren¿t so good. I think I would recommend this book to 12 year old girls because it may touch some of their hearts and make them think about their life and how they can change it. This book shows that in every girl there¿s a goddess. This book made me change my personal view, when I see different girls. Every girl could have their own problems, but hide it with a smile.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
'Dragons in Manhattan is the best of them all. I LOVED THIS BOOK! What is this book about? Well, its basically 9 short stories about girls. With Block's great 'style' of writing. I think you will agree with me, after reading the book that the best short story you have ever read is 'Dragons in Manhattan.' I loved this book. If you are a Block person..this one is really for you! I hated the story Orpheus but that is my only complaint
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was wonderful. The first I had read from Block. I borrowed the book from a friend and didnt want to return it. Raven was probably my favorite story.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was an amazing book. It has nine wonderful storys. It teaches great lessons, I recomend to everyone.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is tremendous. The nine stories are very touching and beautiful. Dragons in Manhattan is one of the most touching stories. I also liked Girl Goddess 9 and this book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. My favorite story was the Raven. I just loved the characters in that story, although all the stories were great.
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WOW!!! this was a great book!! i loved all nine stories, but the last one was kinda iffy. but it was great anyways!! I REALLY RECOMEND 'DRAGONS IN MANHATTAN'!!!!!!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Girl Goddess # 9 is a wonderful book for teenage girls who enjoy reading different stories about various girls. I'm a 15 year old girl and personally... I couldn't put it down!!!! Rock On Francesca!!!!
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