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FRENCH KISS By Eric Van Lustbader CONTENTS SPRING, PRESENT: Tourrette-sur-Loup,France/New Canaan, Connecticut Part I. Anna can't wait for her senior year in Atlanta, where she has a good job, a loyal best friend, and a crush on the verge of becoming more. So she's not too thrilled. Anna is looking forward to her senior year in Atlanta, where she has a great job, a loyal best friend, and a crush on the verge of becoming more. Which.
She was nothing compared to you. Once a cheater, always a cheater? Oh, the fucking hypocrisy. There were many things I wanted to do to Anna Oliphant throughout this book. Some of them involve a bottle of choloroform, a shovel, and an unmarked grave.
Very funny. Very romantic. You should date this book. Now add a swirl of sweet whipped cream. Well, Anna and the French Kiss is richer, sweeter, and—yes—even hotter. You're in for a very special treat. Although Anna initially resists her year abroad, she soon becomes intoxicated with the city, its food, its movie theaters, and—most of all—fellow student Etienne St.
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A Speak paperback. Other Files Available to Download. Even though I saw it on the school tour, the cafeteria stops me dead. I used to eat lunch in a converted gymnasium that reeked of bleach and jockstraps.
It had long tables with preattached benches, and paper cups and plastic straws. The hairnetted ladies who ran the cash registers served frozen pizza and frozen fries and frozen nuggets, and the soda fountains and vending machines provided the rest of my so-called nourishment.
This could be a restaurant. Unlike the historic opulence of the hall, the cafeteria is sleek and modern.
The chairs are already filled with people gossiping with their friends over the shouting of the chefs and the clattering of the dishes real china, not plastic.
I stall in the doorway. Students brush past me, spiraling out in all directions. My chest squeezes. Should I find a table or should I find breakfast first?
And how am I even supposed to order when the menu is in freaking French? Oh please oh please oh please. A scan through the crowd reveals a five-ringed hand waving from across the room. Meredith points to an empty chair beside her, and I weave my way there, grateful and almost painfully relieved. You look so lost. A lanky guy with short hair and a long nose salutes me with his coffee cup.
Rashmi has blue-framed glasses and thick black hair that hangs all the way down her back. She gives me only the barest of acknowledgments. No big deal. In the hallway.
I guess. Josh smirks. He lets go of her hand and gives an exaggerated sigh. This is our year, I just know it. You and St. Clair would look really cute in matching tuxes.
Hallway boy. Beautiful boy. His hair is damp from the rain. She should utilize the corners of her mouth more often. He remembers me. Words fail me. Unfortunately, my stomach speaks for itself. As if he needed any further weapons against the female race.
Josh must be right. Every girl in school must be in love with him. You ought to feed that thing. Have to give you a lifetime table ban. Tell them what you want. Accept delicious goodies. And then give them your meal card and two pints of blood. In French. The language of love.
A blonde with a beaky nose and a teeny tank top coos as soon as we get in line. How was your summer? Did you have a good holiday? Cherrie loves to swish her hair and shake it out and twirl it around her fingers. My father has an amazing penthouse that overlooks Central Park. I snort to keep from laughing, and Beautiful Hallway Boy gets a strange coughing fit.
Must have the wrong address. Breakfast here is simple and consists primarily of breads—croissants being the most famous, of course.
This means no sausage, no scrambled eggs. Listen carefully and repeat after me. And this one?