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149 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1983
The Droids have finished up their set, and as the lights dimmed, Roger Collins bounded onto the stage. Looking as handsome as a rock star, but dressed conservatively [...]"Umm, since when did rock star equate with handsomeness? Has the writer ever seen the majority of rock stars?!
- page 8
With conflicting emotions, Elizabeth had watched the scene unfold. Her sister did deserve to win, but it hardly seemed worth hurting Winston to get the prize.Why in sam hell does Jessica deserve to win exactly?
- page 10
Even Jessica, who did very little studying but still got good grades in most classes , found it -- [...]Hold it just one cotton-picking minute! Jessica gets good grades?! You have got to be pulling the wool over my eyes. Are we talking B's or just a passing C?
- page 44
Winston studied Elizabeth affectionately. "That was nice of you. But Robin...well, she's OK. We really don't have much in common, though. I get nervous around people who eat all the time."Oh, Winston, you jackass. Just because someone might not be the "perfect size-6" that the twins are, it doesn't mean they stuff their face every second of the day. Like you're a prize, jerk. And to think I actually used to like you.
- page 66
On the way up the graveled path to the club's entrance, Todd paused to admire a motorcycle parked off to the side. "This Virago's a beaut, don't you think, Liz?"Foreshadowing Dangerous Love and its repercussions shown in Dear Sister? I didn't know SVH knew how. :/
Elizabeth frowned. "It's just a pile of metal. I don't think I'll ever understand what you see in these machines."
"Just wait, Liz. When I get my bike, you'll see how much fun they are."
- page 72
"I know." She sighed. "But you don't know how awful it is to watch your sister go through all this and not be able to do a thing about it. She's heading for a disaster. I can feel it, and if I don't find a way to show her what's really happening, I'm afraid I'll lose the real Jessica altogether!"Yes, because that would be such a loss.
- page 79/80
Bruce turned around, ready to give her a good-morning hug. But he stopped when he saw what she was wearing.Looks like Bruce goes to the same Future-Wife-Killers class as Ronnie.
Jessica grew puzzled at the change in his expression. "What's the matter, honey?" she asked.
Bruce's scowl grew deeper. "What's the idea of that outfit?"
"You haven't gone blind all of a sudden, have you?" she teased. "It's my cheerleading outfit. I just had it cleaned. Doesn't it look nice? I wanted to look my best for the assembly and tonight's game." As soon as the words were out, Jessica realized she'd said something wrong. "What's the matter, Bruce? Haven't you ever seen a cheerleader before?"
"Who said you're going to the football game?"
Jessica looked at him disbelievingly. "It's the biggest game of the year. Of course I'm going."
"How come you didn't mention this to me?"
Jessica couldn't understand why Bruce was getting angry with her. "I-I didn't think it was necessary, honey. I mean, you know I'm on the squad, so I just assumed you knew I'd be there."
"Never assume anything with me, babe." Bruce's tone was harsh, unsympathetic. "I thought the two of us would take a drive down to the beach tonight."
"But what about the game?"
"Football bores me. And if you know what's right for us, you'll find a way to miss this game." He put his hands firmly on her shoulders. "Tell me, baby, who'd you rather be with? Me, or a bunch of chicks with fat thighs in short skirts?"
Jessica hated the hard look she saw in Bruce's eyes. Hesitating a moment, she ran her fingers nervously through her hair. "Well, if you put it that way..."
- page 89/90
Jessica pulled Robin's hair back from her face. Despite herself she admired the girl's clear complexion and fine bone structure. If Robin lost some weight, she might not be bad-looking, Jessica realized.Yes, because having some extra fat automatically means someone's ugly.
- page 92/3
"No, it's a PBA teddy. I'd love to be in the sorority. What do you have to do to join?"A heart of kindness this one has. Very early into the book she also called Robin Miss Tubby.
Jessica stared hard at Robin's reflection in the mirror. The girl can't seriously believe anyone would want a butterball like her as a sorority sister, Jessica thought.
- page 93
The crafty old Jessica simply didn't exist anymore. Instead, a meek, compliant young lady had taken over and was staring worshipfully at Bruce. The old Jessica would never have let a boy walk all over her like this, Elizabeth thought.I have to admit, the changed Jessica's behavior was rather disgusting.
- page 139
As the two sisters entered the restaurant, they saw that the party was still going strong, and it looked as if they'd been the only ones to leave. Except for one person, that is, who'd also left and then returned. Only he'd brought along a visitor. Holding court at a table with Ken and John and their dates was Bruce -- and an attractive redhead.The one time I'm happy about Jessica scheming. :D Although it ended up kinda disappointing.
Jessica glared at the table. For a split second Elizabeth was afraid Jessica might have gone into shock, and immediately she regretted the drastic step she had taken to make her sister see the light.
But Elizabeth had underestimated her twin. Jessica wasn't in shock at all. The fog she'd been enveloped by had simply lifted, and she was no standing there looking for the first time at the real Bruce Patman. As a sly smile slowly stole over her face, she mapped out the stages of her revenge. The old Jessica was back. And Bruce Patman was finally going to see her in action.
- page 143/4
“Lila’s brooding expression switched to a look of stunned happiness. First she hugged Cara, then Jessica, who squealed aloud in protest.
‘Hey, watch it! You’re going to smudge my masterpiece. I want to look absolutely perfect in case I happen to run into you-know-who.’
Cara cast Jessica a knowing grin as she waved goodbye to Lila. ‘You-know-who’s initials wouldn’t happen to be B.P., by any chance, would they?’
‘You’ve got it.’ Jessica giggled. ‘For Beautiful Person.’
‘Or maybe Black Porsche,’ Cara joked.
‘You have to admit,’ said Jessica, ‘there is something wildly sexy about a man in a black Porsche—especially if he’s six feet plus and has gorgeous blue eyes and is incredibly rich,’ she added.”