Jet Set

Jet Set

by Carrie Karasyov, Jill Kargman

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ISBN-13: 9780061973987
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 10/06/2009
Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 256
File size: 595 KB
Age Range: 13 Years

About the Author

Carrie Karasyov & Jill Kargman are best buds who met at their all-girls private high school in New York City. They have cowritten two novels for adults, The Right Address and Wolves in Chic Clothing, and two novels for teens, Bittersweet Sixteen and Summer Intern. Carrie is also the author of The Infidelity Pact, and Jill is the author of Momzillas.


Jill Kargman is the New York Times bestselling author of nine books, including The Right Address, Wolves in Chic Clothing, Momzillas, and The Ex-Mrs. Hedgefund. Her latest effort is a nationally bestselling book of essays, Sometimes I Feel Like a Nut. She is also a featured writer for Vogue, Harper's Bazaar, Town & Country, and Elle, and a copywriter for her greeting card company, Jill Kargman Etceteras.

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Jet Set RB/SB

Chapter One

Imagine a school with endless gilded hallways that rival Versailles. A chandelier-filled dining room with a painted ceiling that echoes the Sistine Chapel. Thirty-foot-high arches as you walk into the mahogany library. Priceless collections of rare books and illuminated manuscripts. Art worthy of the Louvre. Marble from the rarest quarries. Picture a majestic castle nestled into a lush green mountainside next to a glistening river, and inside it students hailing from around the globe.

It ain't Hogwarts, people. It's my new school: the elite Van Pelt Academy in Switzerland. And while there aren't wizards, wands, or dragons, there is plenty of magic...the storied history of generations of royal alumni, a network of global power hatched from friendships struck at age fifteen, and an air of mystery that shrouds this private school that is, without a doubt, the Who's Who of the world.

My classmates are a kaleidoscope of the world's aristocracy. The son of a Russian coal tycoon, the daughter of the deposed king of Italy, an Indian princess, a Texas oil billionaire's son, the son of an Arab emir, a jewelry house heir, a fashion empire scion, and so on. I don't know how to say the phrase "over the top" in Latin, but if I could, I would have nominated that to be the school's motto. Families had decorators flown in during the summer to design their children's rooms before September's arrival day, which was today, my first day of tenth grade. There were personal porters with piles of Vuitton steamer trunks, safes on dollies, and standing garment racks (lest the couture frocks get wrinkled accordion style in a suitcase).

Do Isound bitter? I wasn't, hand to God, I swear...I knew I was truly blessed beyond measure to be here. I just felt a tad pauperish given the illustrious backgrounds of my fellow students. Take the school store, for instance. Yours may have pens, paper, letter sweaters, the like. We had a huge glass-domed room like a London gallery, filled with booth after booth of satellite stores... a mini Chanel, Versace, Vuitton, Tiffany (and others I had never heard of )...all with bursar billing so some dynastic darling could scribble her signature, charge a fur vest to Daddy, and be off to enjoy her new purchases. So, as you can tell, it's not your normal institution. I mean, New England prep schools may be fancy, but they don't have 300-count sheets or maid service. Or room service. Or dry-cleaning service. If you went to some ivy-covered Massachusetts institution and you happened to get hungry late at night? It's called a vending machine, people. Van Pelt has a leather-bound hotel-style menu in every dorm room, listing every food you could ever dream up. Too bad there wasn't much I could afford on it. . . . I was offered a small monthly stipend with my full scholarship, but it wasn't enough to keep me afloat in this Monopoly land. People don't even bother to lock their doors here because they're all so rich, why would they need to steal anything?

Safes are provided for all the royal jewels, of course. Let me clarify how I fit into this picture. My dad is a lifelong military man, which means my family has constantly moved from place to place. But I have always been the Good Girl who did what she was told and adapted seamlessly. Being the dreaded "new girl" at school wasn't actually that bad for me; I generally thrived in academic environments, and I always had the structure of a team sport with my tennis playing. Killing on the tennis courts has been a huge feather in my Nike visor. I had just started ninth grade when I knew I couldn't move again. I desperately wanted roots. I had been playing scholastic hopscotch too long, and my parents had promised me that I could go away to boarding school . . . if I could get myself a scholarship. I browsed catalogs for schools in the United States dotting the Eastern Seaboard from Connecticut to New Hampshire.

But something about being so far away from my family kept me from filing my applications and writing my essays, which wasn't like me. I'd never been much of a procrastinator and had gotten straight As, geek style, pretty much since they started giving grades, albeit in check-minus/check/check-plus form. I knew thiswould be a huge decision, and I was agonizing over where to apply when I was walking down the street in my most recent hometown (Munich) and bumped into the older sister of a friend from my school in Spain. She had just graduated from Van Pelt and raved about it with stars in her eyes, saying wistfully thoseyears had been the best years of her life.

Hmm . . . a boarding school where I could stay for three straight years and be on the same continent as my family? I knew of a few in England but they were all single sex and supposedly all legacies. Intrigued, I logged on to the website to register my request for an application. I was emailed back a password for the private pages of the website so I could surf the myriad images of Prince William look-alikes dressed formally for class and brandishing stacks of old books, even switching to the famed Gstaad campus for the winter term, where instruction is in the morning so students can ski in the afternoon. For real. How many schools in the world switch campuses midyear to accommodate choice slalom time? One. Mine. Yeah . . . crazy. But what really attracted me was the image of row after row of tennis courts.

They had cement courts, they had clay courts, but most important of all: grass courts. The rarely seen nature's courts were the definition of high maintenance, with thrice daily mowings that made a golf course look overgrown. In all my life I had never played on grass. It had been a dream of mine, and I couldn't imagine going to a school where they would be readily available to me. I was sold. My parents were sold, my dad especially, who was determined that I get a top education and go to a top school. He thought Van Pelt was a great idea. I just needed to sell the school.

Jet Set RB/SB. Copyright © by Carrie Karasyov. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Imagine a school filled with the wealthiest, most privileged students in the world. I can assure you that your imagination doesn't match up to the Van Pelt Academy, a private boarding school in Switzerland. The gilded hallways, chandeliers, maid service, and a school store that sells Chanel, Gucci, and Tiffany are just a few of the amenities at this ultra-posh school.

During the winter, the entire population of the school moves to the Gstaad campus, so students can ski in the afternoon. The student body is made up of the children of business magnates, royalty, and one American girl, who is attending Van Pelt on scholarship.

Lucy Peterson isn't rich. Her dad is in the military and her family has moved throughout the world, most recently setting up house in Munich. After a chance encounter, Lucy learns about Van Pelt and takes a chance to apply for admission. Lucy is actually a promising tennis player, and Van Pelt Academy is looking to strengthen its team. Lucy is awarded a scholarship and enters a world that few people can imagine. Lucy now finds herself surrounded by luxury and privilege.

Of course, there are always downfalls to every good situation. There are The Diamonds, an elite group of the three most popular girls in school. And it isn't long before Lucy ends up on the wrong side of them. The one person who is friendly towards her is actually a plant for a tabloid magazine and is intent on involving Lucy in an expos¿ of the students and life at Van Pelt Academy. Oh, and there is Oliver. Prince Oliver, actually. One of the best-looking and most down-to-earth boys Lucy has ever met. But really, what are her chances with a Prince? Especially with The Diamonds so attached to him.

Before long, Lucy's new life develops more complications than she could have ever imagined. Will she lose her opportunity at Van Pelt Academy or can she adapt to her new surroundings and become one of the group?

JET SET is a fun and entertaining story that introduces you to a lifestyle that so many people dream about. It is definitely worth the read.
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Imagine a school filled with the wealthiest, most privileged students in the world. I can assure you that your imagination doesn't match up to the Van Pelt Academy, a private boarding school in Switzerland. The gilded hallways, chandeliers, maid service, and a school store that sells Chanel, Gucci, and Tiffany are just a few of the amenities at this ultra-posh school. During the winter, the entire population of the school moves to the Gstaad campus, so students can ski in the afternoon. The student body is made up of the children of business magnates, royalty, and one American girl, who is attending Van Pelt on scholarship. She gets into trouble. loves a boy who seems to love her too. This book is awesome and i only recommend it for young teens.