Keeping You a Secret

Keeping You a Secret

by Julie Anne Peters
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Keeping You a Secret by Julie Anne Peters

National Book Award finalist Julie Anne Peters delivers a moving, modern classic love story with a coming out theme — now with a fresh, redesigned cover!

With a steady boyfriend, the position of Student Council President, and a chance to go to an Ivy League college, high school life is just fine for Holland Jaeger.

At least, it seems to be.

But when Cece Goddard comes to school, everything changes. Cece and Holland have undeniable feelings for each other, but how will others react to their developing relationship?

This moving love story between two girls is for fans of Nancy Garden's classic young adult coming out novel, Annie on My Mind. With her characteristic humor and breezy style, Peters has captured the compelling emotions of young love.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780316009850
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Publication date: 05/04/2005
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 82,950
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.25(h) x 0.75(d)
Lexile: 460L (what's this?)
Age Range: 13 - 17 Years

About the Author

Julie Anne Peters is the critically acclaimed author of Define "Normal," Between Mom and Jo, Far from Xanadu, and Luna, a National Book Award Finalist.

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Keeping You A Secret

By Julie Anne Peters

LB Childrens

Copyright © 2003 Julie Anne Peters
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0316702757

Chapter One

First time I saw her was in the mirror on my locker door. I'd kicked my swim gear onto the bottom shelf and was reaching to the top for my calc book when she opened her locker across the hall. She had a streaked blond ponytail dangling out the back of her baseball cap.

Great. Now I was obligated to rag on her for violating the new dress code. Forget it, I decided. My vote - the only dissenting one in the whole student council - still counted. With me, anyway. People could come to school buck naked for all I cared. It wasn't about clothes.

We slammed our lockers in unison and turned. Her eyes met mine. "Hi," she said, smiling. My stomach fluttered. "Hi," I answered automatically. She was new. Had to be. I would've noticed her. She sauntered away, but not before I caught a glimpse of her T-shirt. It said: imru? Am I what?

She glanced back over her shoulder, the way you do when you know someone's watching. That's when it registered - the rainbow triangle below the message. My eyes dropped. Kept her in sight, though, as she disappeared around the corner. I shifted my attention to my schedule. Brit Lit, calc, U.S. History, then art and econ after lunch. Was I out of my mind? Why was I taking a full load my last semester of high school? Weren't we supposed to revel in this time, embrace our friends, screw around until graduation? At some pivotal point, of course, we'd decide the direction our lives were going to take. A derisive laugh might've escaped my lips. Like I got to decide anything about my life.

I headed down the deserted hallway, clutching my books to my chest. This is insane, I thought. I don't even need the credits. I'd gotten to choose the early track - first class at seven, last class at one -but then I added econ at the last minute so I'd be finishing the day with everyone else. I drew a deep breath - and coughed. Who needed to get stoned before school when you got a free ride from the carpet-cleaning fumes?

Morning was a blur. As I stumbled to lunch, my head reeling from the volume of homework I'd already accumulated, my anxiety mounted. I'd be up till midnight, easy. "Babe!" Seth called across the crowded cafeteria. He loped to the double doorway to meet me. Kiss me. "We're over here." He thumbed toward the vending machines, snaking an arm around my waist and steering me along.

"Hi, Holland. Hey, Seth," a few people greeted us as we weaved between tables. I assumed my oh-so-happy face. Plaster-casted smile. What was wrong with me? I loved school. I couldn't wait to get back after winter break.

"Holland, did you see Mrs. Lucas? She was looking for you," Leah said as she cleared a place beside her for me to sit. "She said to tell you to drop into the career center sometime today." Today, tomorrow, never. Popping the top on a can of Pepsi Twist that Seth had set in front of me, I said to Kirsten across the table, "How was Christmas in Texas?" Leah kicked my shin. Uh-oh.

Kirsten sighed theatrically. "You had to ask." She launched into a psychodrama about how her mother was a raving lunatic the whole two weeks and all they did was scream at each other. Seth split his fries with me and I zoned. He said in my ear, "You want ketchup?" I must've nodded because he got up and left.

Leah and Kirsten began to talk about college - again. Could we get through one whole day without bringing up the subject? Kirsten said, "Mom wants me to commute to Metro Urban and live at home. Like that's going to happen." She rolled her eyes. "All I want to do is graduate and get the hell out of this rat hole." I checked out again. At some point Seth returned with the ketchup and I swabbed a greasy fry through the watery blob. Round and round it goes; where it stops, nobody knows. Seth nudged me. "You okay?"

I glanced up to find everyone staring at me. Was I chanting out loud? Relinquishing my hold on the mutilated fry, I crossed my eyes and said, "I got Arbuthnot for Brit Lit." They all went, "Eeooh." Leah added, "Don't ever be late. She'll ream you out in front of everyone." I grimaced. I hated when teachers did that. "You know," I said, picking up my cheeseburger, "all these anti-bullying policies should apply to teachers. I mean, corporal punishment is illegal." I chomped into my burger and chewed. "Public humiliation," I said with my mouth full, "is a form of psychological abuse." By their bobbing heads, I assumed they all agreed. What were we going to do about it? Nothing. Even though I was president of student council, I felt powerless to effect change of any social significance at our school.

I take that back. We now had a pop machine in the hall. Drawing Level I was, as Seth referred to it, a bullshit class. But I needed to fill time between lunch and econ. As I wandered down the arts wing, feeling totally out of my element, I wondered what mental aberration had possessed me when I chose an art elective. Drawing, no less, which probably required talent. More than doodling in notebooks.

The assigned studio, 212A, had four rows of tables set end-to-end with chairs arranged haphazardly. No semblance of order. I slid into a plasti-seat in the back. My uneasiness grew as I studied the crowd clogging the doorway and milling around the display cases. Not the kind of people I usually associated with - which was okay. I didn't have a problem with diversity. It was just ... I don't know. I felt weird. I decided to drop the class. Maybe add another study hall. I was going to need it.

A man's voice in the hallway herded everyone inside. As people filed across the threshold, I caught sight of her. The baseball cap was gone; now her hair flowed around her shoulders. Her eyes darted across the studio and stopped on me. I wanted to look away, but couldn't. She held me somehow, spellbound. The instructor bustled in and broke the connection. Oh, God. He looked like Einstein on ecstasy. "Just find a seat anywhere," he said to the stragglers. As he turned to write his name on the board, I flipped open a spiral. When I glanced over surreptitiously, she'd slipped into a seat up front. Another girl slid in beside her. I knew that girl -Randi or Brandi. She was on swim team last year for about a week. Right about the time Seth and I hooked up. Brandi.

"I realize you can't read this," the instructor said as he ran a palm over his cotton candy hair, but it says 'Jonathan McElwain.' "He was right. His handwriting was gorgeous, all loopy and bold, but you'd need clearer vision than mine to decipher it. I squinted through my contacts - that was an M? He brushed chalk off his hands and added, "You can call me Mackel." I wrote down, Mr. McElwain. Then drew a line through it and printed, Mackel.

"If I want to get paid, I have to turn this in." He flapped a computer printout at us. Hopping onto the desk, he curled cross-legged and uncapped a Flair. "Anderson, Michaela." "Present." A girl at the end of my row raised her hand, and Mackel scratched a checkmark. A few people I did actually know. It's inevitable when you've lived in the same place your whole life. The guy with the serious orange spikes and nostril ring was in my calc class. Winslow Demming. I remembered him from computer science sophomore year, except back then Winslow was a geek. Brilliant, though. And sweet. Another reminder why people shouldn't be judged on appearance.

Mr. McElwain - Mackel - progressed through the list. For some reason I was focusing on the back of the blond girl's head, only half listening for my name. "Cecelia Goddard," Mackel read. Her hand shot up and she said, "It's Cece." I wrote it down. Cecelia Goddard. CC? Cece? Cece, I decided and drew a box around it. "Holland Jaeger." A couple of heads swiveled. "What?" I blinked up. "Holland Jaeger?" "Oh, here." I raised my hand. Added in a mutter, "Apparently not all here."

She twisted around and smiled. My stomach lurched. I shielded my face with my hand and pretended to scribble notes. Mackel handed out a supplies list. It was long. There were pencils, ink, charcoal, erasers, markers, pens, two sizes of drawing tablets. God, I'd have to work a month of overtime to afford all this stuff. Mackel said, "I know it's a short week, but I'd appreciate it if you could get your supplies in the next couple of days. Go to Hobby Lobby or Wal-Mart for the best prices. If anyone has real financial need, come see me after class. That doesn't mean you'd rather spend your money on a kegger." He eagle-eyed the room. "But I have a starving artist fund, so don't be shy." I liked that. He was understanding. Maybe I'd wait to drop. At two-fifteen the bell rang and I gathered my books and notes from econ, feeling totally brain-dead. Lockers banged open and closed as I trudged down the hall. "Hi, Holland. Have a good break?" someone called.

"Great, thanks." I waved, plastering on The Smile. Get me out of here, I thought. Static crackled in my head like a radio stuck between stations. The halls began to clear and my locker materialized - finally. As I twisted the combination lock, I heard across the way, "So, you just transferred? Where'd you go before here?"

I opened the door and captured Brandi and Cece in my mirror. Cece said, "Washington Central." Brandi said, "Oh, yeah? Do you know Joanie? She's one of us. Joanie Fowler." "Doesn't sound familiar." "You have to know her."

"I said I don't." The sharpness of Cece's voice made me turn around. Brandi caught my eye and I turned back. In my mirror I watched as Cece shoved a book into her backpack and removed a fleece vest off the hook. She let out a long breath and said, "Sorry," to Brandi. "It's been a rough day."

"I can imagine." Brandi smiled knowingly. I wondered what she knew. Brandi held the backpack while Cece put on her vest. Their conversation muted as a herd of people stampeded past. I caught the tail end of Brandi's " ... go for a Coke or something?" "I can't," Cece said. "I have to work." She retrieved the pack from Brandi and slung it over her shoulder. I realized I was eavesdropping shamelessly and squatted to unzip my swimming duffel. "How come you transferred?" Brandi asked.

"Health reasons." Cece slammed her locker. "My car wouldn't start this morning and I don't really want to wait here for my brother to pick me up. Do you think you could give me a ride to work?"

"Sure," Brandi chirped. "No problem." They headed out together. Brandi had said, "One of us." Did that mean she was gay? Huh. I didn't think we had any gays in our school. Until now. I loaded up my backpack and grabbed my duffel, thinking, I guess it pays to advertise.


Excerpted from Keeping You A Secret by Julie Anne Peters Copyright © 2003 by Julie Anne Peters
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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Diana Adorno-Cruz More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book, my only problem was the ending. It leaves you wanting more! I feel like she left us hanging in limbo. Is there a sequel? If not she should really write one!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Seriously i want to know but dont have money...
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
The second book I've read by Julie Anne Peters, KEEPING YOU A SECRET is another sure-fire winner about the highs and lows of first love, the terror and joy of "coming out", and the good and the bad that is the thing called family.

Holland Jaeger is the "It" girl everyone envies--she has great friends, she's President of the Student Body, she's the girlfriend of Seth, she's the popular girl who can be counted on to always get along with everyone. That is, until Cece Goddard transfers in, and Holland's once-perfect life no longer seems so great.

The first time she sees Cece, Holland feels something that she's never felt before. Although sexually active with her boyfriend, Seth, having sex is more like a chore--she'd much rather sit around talking, the way they used to do when they were friends rather than lovers. As Cece flaunts her homosexuality, wearing shirts proclaiming herself out and proud, Holland wonders what it means when her attraction to Cece becomes almost an obsession.

College looms on the horizon and no one, especially her mother, will quit asking her where she's going. They have big plans for her, you see, both her mother, who became a single parent way too young, Seth, and the career counselor at her school. Forced into a role she doesn't want, Holland escapes into her art class, drawing away from her former friends as feelings and emotions she can't control rush to the surface.

As Holland realizes that she is, in fact, a lesbian, her perfect life is suddenly out of control. She's shunned by her former friends at school, her mother kicks her out of the house, she's forced to live in a run-down motel that's now a shelter, and she's not sure she'll be able to attend college at all.

Holland must learn what's really important in life, that it's not about being popular but about being true to yourself. As she loses old friends she gains new ones in the gay and lesbian community, and forms a bond with Cece that is beyond her wildest expectations.

KEEPING YOU A SECRET is a great, emotional read, pefect for anyone questioning their sexuality or their place in the world. A truly recommended read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It's an amazing story . . . I have never read a book so fast in my life. I couldn't put it down . . .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It interesting to read the struggles of a young woman questioning her sexuality.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've read this book at least 6 times since I was 16. One of my favorites.
Anonymous 3 days ago
Why are we embracing our sins and flaws and calling them good? This is not about "accepting ouselves because we're perfect just the way we are". We are not perfect. We're imperfect, and that is what we have to realize, that we are all fallen human beings aiming for perfection.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the first LGBTQ+ book I have ever read and.. being recently taking the first few steps out of the closet, I found a lot of myself in Holland. I saw myself, my fears, desires, the longing to know what it's like to be with someone who really loves you unconditionally. I highly recommend it for anyone who's out or in the closet or none of the above. Wonderful story, great pace and a definite 'Must Read'
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really loved this book. It really made me think and appreciate about the people who are close to me and how they understood what I was and was I was going through.
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saze_says More than 1 year ago
this book was incredibly relate able as well as entertaining 
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I came across this book and figured I'd give it a chance. This story was not what I thought it would be but turned out to be so much more.  I couldn't imagine being in Holland's position. I think at any age it's hard to discover who we are and to be accept but to be judge for who  you are and who you love only makes its harder.I could see this book being helpful to others. Truly amazing story! Don't let other define  you.
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I couldnt put it down. Finished in a day and a half. I was SUPER SAD. You would love iy
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've reread this book probably over 5 times. It is beyond a great read and I'm si glad it was recommended to me.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is such a relatable book. I loved it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
First read this book as a teen in high school and it touched me so much! I would definitely recommend this to those who are gay, bisexual confused or even those who are straight. It changes your perspective in a positive way
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved keeping you a secret. It was an amazing and the only thing i disliked was the ending. I wished it could have gone one forever, but books can't. There is a great piece of advice from the book that I want to make sure people notice: Don't let people write a script for your life. Live your own life an make your own decisions.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book tells a funny, sometimes sad, and very honest story about what it feels like to suddenly have your world change after meeting someone. It is the best YA lesbian story I have read and I highly recommend it.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
 While the writing isn't particularly sophisticated, what it lacks in elegantly written prose it more than makes up for in content. Speaking as a young queer woman with a closeted partner, I don't think I've ever related so much to a novel, and I've read quite a bit of queer literature as well. Never has a book so accurately captured the fear that comes with being queer, and the bravery of those who choose to be out. Few realize that you don't just come out once, you come out every day of your life. The book tackles coming out to yourself, coming out to your family, the reality of homelessness for queer youth, hate crimes, and everything that is actually a reality of being queer today. Overall a very impactful read. I recommend it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The first time I read this book, I simply could not put it down. I felt as if Ms. Peters had modeled Holland after me, the exception being that I hadn't (and still haven't) found my CeCe. This story touched my soul and I continually reread it, hoping that I'll stumble upon a love like this. I only regret that there is no sequel.
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