Raised by wolves was a pretty good book. Bryn was my favorite character. shes cool, laid back, sneaky and a determined girl. Devon (i think was his name) was my second favorite character because hes was kinda protective of bryn and i liked him and bryns friendship. Ali was my third favorite char...
This book started out a little immature and a little un-believable....but the more I read, the more I got caught up in the storyline. Sure there's a little teenage "drama", but Jennifer skillfully adds in enough "adult" drama to make it exciting. The small excerpts where Jennifer parts with the s...
This book had a large number of in-depth descriptions bringing the story to life in my mind. Since I thought it was so great, I could not believe it when I learned there was no sequel. Even when certain events started to look insignificant, I had to make sure I was paying attention because Barnes...
The sequel to Golden, Jennifer Lynn Barnes writes this book in Lilah's point of view. In the first book, Lilah is the stereotypical bitch of high school, ruling over it with her perfect boyfriend and her lovely designer clothing. In the sequel, Lilah remains the Queen Bee, only this time, she has...
Bailey Morgan isn't the type of girl who shows a lot of skin, but somehow, she ends up in a dressing room at the mall with her friend Delia applying a temporary tattoo to her lower back. Never one to suffer fashion doubt, trendsetter Delia knows exactly where she wants her own tattoo: on her stom...
Saying Toby Klein is an unlikely cheerleader is like saying Paris Hilton might be into guys--understatement of the year. But the varsity squad at Bayport High gives new meaning to the phrase All-American, and Toby's double life as a varsity cheerleader and a government operative means balancing p...
OMG! I haven't laughed this much in a while!Here's the cover blurb:Bayport High operates like any other high school--jocks at the top, outsiders at the bottom, and everyone else in between. Enter Toby Klein, a sophomore computer hacker who doesn't play well with others. She has zero school spirit...
Every night, you sit with the knife balanced on one knee. Every night, you run through each iteration, each possibility, each second leading up to the moment when you will step up behind your target and use the knife to slit their throat. Just another calculation. Another ...
Henry Marquette sat opposite me in World Issues, a thick file folder open on the table between us. Clearly, he’d done his half of the assignment. “You know what they say about assumptions,” I said. Henry quirked an eyebrow at me. “Tell me, Kendrick, what do they say about assumptions?” “It’s Tess...
We’d discovered that Emerson was having an affair with her professor, and then he’d turned up just as dead as she was. We’d sifted through the students’ internet profiles only to find that every single one of them had an alibi. Michael, Dean, and I had gone to talk to Trina Simms. We’d been able ...
She glanced guiltily at me and then looked back at Bethany. “How old do you think he is?” Bethany asked, tilting her head to the side. “Like, twenty?” I hadn’t noticed Zev’s age in the picture, but I doubted he was twenty. He’d been in Chimera’s captivity for two years, and he talked about that l...
A certain amount of obliviousness was a necessity for anyone proctoring study hall, given that the job required them to continuously overlook the hordes of students not studying. As I knew from personal experience, this particular teacher didn't even notice when, for example, you passed out on yo...
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Sacred. "Maybe," Annabelle said, lifting the thought out of my head before I'd even put it into words. "Maybe there is something sacrosanct about the tattoos" I wasn't surprised that my thoughts sounded smarter when Annabelle said them. When she'd moved back to the U.S. in the seventh grade, she'...
He’d Shifted back to human form, and I could feel him taking in everything: the way I was standing, the tilt of my head.“You look like you want to hit something,” he observed mildly. “A wall. Possibly a tree. Something hard.”“Lucas is going to kill himself.” I didn’t sugarcoat it, but my voice di...