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Queen of Babble [Lizzie Nichols Series Book 1] [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe]
eBook by Meg Cabot
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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description:  From New York Times bestselling author Meg Cabot comes the hilarious story of a lovable blabbermouth who can't seem to stay out of trouble.... What's an American girl with a big mouth but an equally big heart to do? Lizzie Nichols has a problem, and it isn't that she doesn't have the slightest idea what she's going to do with her life or that she's blowing what should be her down payment on a cute little Manhattan apartment on a trip to London to visit her long-distance boyfriend, Andrew. But what's the point of planning for the future when she's done it again? See, Lizzie can't keep her mouth shut. And it's not just that she can't keep her own secrets, she can't keep anything to herself. This time when she opens her big mouth, her good intentions get Andrew in major hot water. So now Lizzie's stuck in London with no boyfriend and no place to stay until the departure date on her nonrefundable airline ticket. Fortunately, there's Shari, Lizzie's best friend and college roommate, who's spending her summer in southern France, catering weddings with her boyfriend, Chaz, in a sixteenth-century chateau. One call and Lizzie's on a train to Souillae. Who cares if she's never traveled alone in her life and only speaks rudimentary French? One glimpse of gorgeous Château Mirac--not to mention the gorgeous Luke, the son of Chateau Mirac's owner--and she's smitten. But while most caterers can be trusted to keep a secret, Lizzie's the exception. And no sooner has the first cork been popped than Luke hates her, the bride is in tears, and it looks like Chateau Mirac is in danger of becoming a lipo-recovery spa. As if things aren't bad enough, her ex-boyfriend Andrew shows up looking for "closure" (or at least a loan), threatening to ruin everything, including Lizzie's chance at finding real love.... Unless she can figure out a way to use that big mouth of hers to save the day.
eBook Publisher: Harper Collins, Inc./PerfectBound, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2006
This eBook is part of the following series:
Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT [238 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT [516 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT [234 KB], SECURE ADOBE FORMAT [1.5 MB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [488 KB]
Secure Adobe: Printing enabled, Read-aloud DISABLED
Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Microsoft Reader ISBN: 9780061191428
MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 9780061191381
eReader (recommended) ISBN: 9780061191398
Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN: 006119137X
 
1 Our indiscretion sometime serves us well When our deep plots do pall —William Shakespeare (1564–1616), British poet and playwright I can't believe this. I can't believe I don't remember what he looks like! How can I not remember what he looks like? I mean, his tongue has been in my mouth. How could I forget what someone whose tongue has been in my mouth looks like? It's not like there've been that many guys who've had their tongues in my mouth. Only, like, three. And one of those was in high school. And the other one turned out to be gay. God, that is so depressing. Okay, I'm not going to think about that right now. It isn't like it's been THAT long since I last saw him. It was just three months ago! You would think I'd remember what someone I've been dating for THREE MONTHS looks like. Even if, you know, for most of those three months we've been in separate countries. Still. I have his photo. Well, okay, you can't really see his face in it. Actually, you can't see his face at all, since it's a photo of his—oh God—naked ass. Why would anyone send someone something like that? I didn't ask for a photo of his naked ass. Was it supposed to be erotic? Because it so wasn't. Maybe that's just me, though. Shari's right, I've got to stop being so inhibited. It was just so shocking to find it in my in-box, a big photo of my boyfriend's naked ass. And okay, I know they were just goofing around, he and his friends. And I know Shari says it's a cultural thing, and that the British are much less sensitive about nudity than most Americans, and that we should strive as a culture to be more open and carefree, like they are. Also that he probably thought, like most men do, that his ass is his best feature. But still. Okay, I'm not going to think about that right now. Stop thinking about my boyfriend's ass. Instead, I'm going to look for him. He has to be here somewhere, he swore he'd be here to pick me up— Oh my God, that can't be him, can it? No, of course it's not. Why would he be wearing a jacket like that? Why would ANYONE be wearing a jacket like that? Unless they're being ironic. Or Michael Jackson, of course. He is the only man I could think of who would wear red leather with epaulets. Who isn't a professional break-dancer. That CAN'T be him. Oh, please God, don't let that be him… Oh no, he's looking this way…he's looking this way! Look down, look down, don't make eye contact with the guy in the red leather jacket with the epaulets. I'm sure he's a very nice man; it's a shame about his having to shop for coats from the 1980s at the Salvation Army. But I don't want him to know I was looking at him, he might think I like him or something. And it's not that I'm prejudiced against homeless people, I'm not, I know all about how many of us are really only a few paychecks away from being homeless ourselves. Some of us, in fact, are less than a paycheck away from being homeless. Some of us, in fact, are so broke that we still live with our parents. But I'm not going to think about all that right now. Copyright © 2006 by Meg Cabot, LLC.
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