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Girl online : the first novel by Zoella
Sugg, Zoe, 1990-
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First Keywords Press/Atria Books hardcover edition November 2014.
Publication Information:
New York : Keywords Press/Atria, 2014.
Physical Description:
346 pages ; 22 cm
Under the alias GirlOnline, she blogs about school dramas, boys, her mad, whirlwind family - and the panic attacks she's suffered from lately. When things go from bad to worse, her family whisks her away to New York, where she meets the gorgeous, guitar-strumming Noah. Suddenly Penny is falling in love - and capturing every moment of it on her blog.
Reading Level:
720 Lexile.
Program Information:
Accelerated Reader AR UG 4.7 12.0 171274.
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Y FICTION Young Adult Fiction Young Adult
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From YouTube sensation Zoella comes a debut coming-of-age novel that perfectly captures what it means to grow up and fall in love in today's digital world. Girl Online is the first book to be published by Keywords Press, an imprint under Simon & Schuster dedicated to today's digital stars.

I have this dream that, secretly, all teenage girls feel exactly like me. And maybe one day, when we realize that we all feel the same, we can all stop pretending we're something we're not. That would be awesome. But until that day, I'm going to keep it real on this blog and keep it unreal in "real" life.

Penny has a secret.

Under the alias GirlOnline, Penny blogs her hidden feelings about friendship, boys, high school drama, her quirky family, and the panic attacks that have begun to take over her life. When things go from bad to worse at school, her parents accept an opportunity to whisk the family away for Christmas at the Waldorf Astoria in New York City. There, she meets Noah, a gorgeous, guitar-strumming American. Suddenly Penny is falling in love-and capturing every moment she spends with "Brooklyn Boy" on her blog.

But Noah has a secret, too, one that threatens to ruin Penny's cover-and her closest friendship-forever.

Award-winning and influential YouTube vlogger Zoe Sugg delivers a heartfelt coming-of-age novel that perfectly captures the highs and lows of first love, friendship, and growing up in the digital age.

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Booklist Review

Renowned British fashion-and-beauty blogger Sugg (also known as Zoella) brings her expertise about navigating Internet culture to the world of fiction in her debut novel. Penny, 16, decides to start an anonymous blog where she can share her innermost fears and feelings with the world. Under her alias, Girl Online, she writes about everything from friendship to crushes to her anxiety attacks. When an embarrassing video of Penny goes viral, she is all too happy to escape to New York, where her parents have been hired to plan a wedding over the Christmas holiday. The caterer's cute, creative grandson, Noah, is an additional distraction, one that Penny isn't sure she'll be able to leave behind, and the feeling is mutual. Just when it seems everything is finally going her way, Penny discovers a secret about Noah that threatens her life both in the real world and online. Sugg's obvious understanding of the complexities and pitfalls of the online world, coupled with her sensitivity to adolescence, make for a compelling and satisfying coming-of-age tale in the digital age.--Peckham, Amber Copyright 2014 Booklist

Library Journal Review

After falling victim to an embarrassing viral video, 15-year-old Penny Porter is whisked away by her parents on a trip to New York in hopes that the whole mess will blow over. Within days she's hopelessly in love with cute musician Noah, but all may be ruined when she finds out he's hiding something. If the plot sounds utterly dull, it's because it is. Sugg (Zoella of YouTube fame-the reason she was offered a book deal, to be sure) relies on clichés and tired quirks in her lackluster debut. It would surprise no one to learn that Penny's greatest flaws are the freckles that perfectly dust her nose and her endearing clumsiness, or that Noah's hair is so artfully disheveled. Filled with endless lopsided grins, fluttering hearts, a desperate abundance of pop culture references, and penchants for vinyl and black-and-white photography, this offering is laughable at the best of times and just plain boring at the worst. Conflicts are brought up and resolved within pages, never giving the reader a chance to care about these half-realized characters. Verdict Sugg's status as an Internet celebrity will certainly draw fans, but they will be sorely disappointed with her unremarkable attempt. New adult readers would be better served delving into the works of authors such as Rainbow Rowell or David Levithan. [See "Famously Firsts: Fall/Winter 2014/15 First Novels," LJ 10/1/14.]-Kate DiGirolomo, Library Journal (c) Copyright 2014. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.



Girl Online Chapter One Present day . . . Hey, Penny, did you know that William Shakespeare is an anagram for "I am a weakish speller"? I look at the text from Elliot and sigh. In the time I've been watching the dress rehearsal for Romeo and Juliet (three hours of my life that I will never get back), Elliot has bombarded me with hundreds of random texts about Shakespeare. He's supposed to be doing it to relieve my boredom but, seriously, does anyone really need to know that Shakespeare was baptized in 1564? Or that he had seven siblings? "Penny, could you get a shot of Juliet leaning out of the trailer?" I quickly grab my camera and nod to Mr. Beaconsfield. "Yes, sir." Mr. Beaconsfield is the Year Eleven drama teacher. He's one of those teachers who likes being "down with the kids"--all gelled hair and "call me Jeff." He's also the reason our version of Romeo and Juliet is set in a Brooklyn ghetto and Juliet is leaning out of a trailer rather than a balcony. My BFIS (Best Friend in School), Megan, loves Mr. Beaconsfield, but then, he does always cast her in all the lead roles. Personally, I think he's a little creepy. Teachers shouldn't want to hang out with teenagers. They should want to mark books and stress about school inspections and whatever else they get up to in the staff room. I go up the steps at the side of the stage and crouch down beneath Megan. She's wearing a baseball cap with SWAG printed on the front and has a thick fake-gold chain with a huge fake-gold dollar sign dangling from her neck. There's no way she'd be seen dead in that outfit anywhere else; that's how much she loves Mr. Beaconsfield. I'm about to take a picture when Megan hisses down to me: "Make sure you don't get my spot." "What?" I whisper back. "The spot on the side of my nose. Make sure you don't get it in the picture." "Oh. Right." I shift to one side and zoom in. The lighting from this side isn't the best but at least the spot isn't visible. I take the picture, then turn to leave the stage. As I do, I glance out into the auditorium. Apart from Mr. Beaconsfield and the two assistant directors, all of the seats are empty. I instinctively breathe a sigh of relief. To say I'm not very good with crowds would be a bit like saying Justin Bieber isn't very good with the paparazzi. I don't know how people can actually perform onstage. I only have to go up there for a couple of seconds to take a photo and I feel uneasy. "Thanks, Pen," Mr. Beaconsfield says as I hurry down the steps. That's another cringe-fact about him--the way he calls us all by a nickname. I mean, seriously! It's okay for my family but not my teachers! Just as I get back to my safe spot at the side of the stage my phone bleeps again. Oh my God, Juliet used to be played by a man back in Shakespeare's day! You have to tell Ollie--I'd love to see his face! I look up at Ollie, who is currently gazing up at Megan. "But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?" he says, in the worst New York accent ever. I can't help but sigh. Even though Ollie's dressed in an even worse costume than Megan's--making him look like a cross between a Jeremy Kyle guest and Snoop Dogg--he still somehow manages to look cute. Elliot hates Ollie. He thinks Ollie's really vain and calls him the Walking Selfie, but, to be fair, he doesn't really know him. Elliot goes to a private school in Hove; he's only seen Ollie when we've bumped into him on the beach or in town. "Shouldn't Penny take a picture of me in this scene too?" Ollie asks, when he finally gets to the end of his speech. He's still talking in his fake American accent--which he's been doing ever since he got the part. Apparently all the top actors do it; they call it "method acting." "Of course, Ollz," says Call-Me-Jeff. "Pen?" I put down my phone and run back up the steps. "Can you make sure you get my best side?" Ollie whispers at me from beneath his cap. His one has STUD printed on the front in black diamante. "Sure," I reply. "Er, which side is that again?" Ollie looks at me like I'm crazy. "It's just so hard to tell," I whisper, my face flushing crimson. Ollie continues to frown. "Because they both look good to me," I say, desperation setting in. Oh my God! What is wrong with me?! I can practically hear Elliot shrieking in horror. Thankfully at this point, Ollie starts to grin. It makes him look really boyish and way more approachable. "It's my right side," he says, and turns back to face the trailer. "Is that--er--your right, or mine?" I ask, wanting to make double sure. "Come on, Pen. We haven't got all day!" Mr. Beaconsfield calls out. "It's my right, of course," Ollie hisses, looking at me like I'm demented again. Even Megan's frowning at me now. My face burning, I take the picture. I don't do any of my usual things, like checking the lighting or the angle or anything--I just press the button and stumble out of there. When the rehearsal is finally over--and I've learned from Elliot that Shakespeare was only eighteen when he got married and he wrote thirty-eight plays in total--a group of us head to JB's Diner to get milkshakes and chips. As we reach the seafront, Ollie starts walking along beside me. "How you doin'?" he says in his fake New York drawl. "Um, OK, thanks," I say, my tongue instantly tying itself in knots. Now he's out of his Romeo gangster gear, he looks even better. His blond surfer-dude hair is perfectly tousled and his blue eyes are sparkling like the sea in the winter sunshine. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure if he's my type--he may be a little too boy-band-meets-athlete perfect--but it's so unusual for me to have the undivided attention of the school heartthrob that I can't help feeling embarrassed. "I was wondering . . ." he says, grinning down at me. Instantly my inner voice starts finishing his sentence: What do you like to do in your spare time? Why have I never properly noticed you before? Would you like to go out with me? ". . . if I could take a look at the picture you took of me? Just to make sure I look OK." "Oh--er--right. Yes, OK. I'll show you when we get to JB's." It's at exactly this moment that I fall into a hole. OK, it's not a big hole and I don't actually disappear inside it or anything, but I do catch my foot and end up tumbling forward--making me look about as attractive and sophisticated as a Saturday-night drunk. That's one thing I hate about Brighton, where I live. It seems to be full of holes that exist just for me to fall into! I style it out and luckily Ollie seems not to notice. When we get to JB's, Ollie dives straight into the booth next to me. I see Megan raise her eyebrows and I instantly feel like I've done something wrong. Megan's very good at making me feel this way. I turn away and concentrate on the Christmas decorations around the diner instead--the swirls of green and red tinsel, and the mechanical Father Christmas who yells, "Ho, ho, ho!" every time someone walks past. Christmas is definitely my favorite time of the year. There's something about it that always calms me. After a few moments, I turn back to the table. Luckily, Megan's now absorbed with her phone. My fingers twitch as the inspiration for a blog post pops into my head. Sometimes it feels as if school is one big play and we're all supposed to perform our set roles all the time. In our real-life play, Ollie isn't supposed to sit next to me; he's supposed to sit next to Megan. They aren't actually dating or anything but they're both definitely on the same rung of the social ladder. And Megan never falls into holes. She just seems to glide through life, all glossy chestnut hair and pouting. The twins slide into the booth next to Megan. The twins are called Kira and Amara. They have non-speaking parts in the play and that's kind of how Megan treats them in real life--as extras to her lead role. "Can I get you guys anything to drink?" a waitress says, arriving at our table with a pad and a grin. "That would be awesome!" Ollie says loudly in his pretend American accent, and I can't help cringing. We all order shakes--apart from Megan, who orders a mineral water--and then Ollie turns to me. "So, can I see?" "What? Oh, yes." I fumble in my bag for my camera and start scrolling through the pictures. When I get to the one of Ollie, I pass it to him. I hold my breath as I wait for his response. "Sweet," he says. "That looks really good." "Ooh, let me see my one," Megan cries, grabbing the camera from him and pressing at it wildly. My whole body tenses. Normally, I don't mind sharing things--I even give half my advent-calendar chocolates to my brother, Tom--but my camera is different. It's my most prized possession. It's my safety net. "Oh. My. God. Penny!" Megan shrieks. "What have you done? It looks like I've got a mustache!" She slams the camera down on the table. "Careful!" I say. Megan glares at me before picking up the camera and fiddling with the buttons. "How do I delete the picture of me?" I grab the camera back from her a little too forcefully and one of her false fingernails catches on the strap. "Ow! You've broken my nail!" "You could have broken my camera." "Is that all you care about?" Megan glares at me across the table. "It's not my fault you took such a terrible picture." In my head an answer forms itself: It's not my fault you made me take it that way because you've got a spot. But I stop myself from saying it. "Let me see," Ollie says, grabbing the camera from me. As he starts to laugh and Megan glares at me even harder, I feel a familiar tightness gripping my throat. I try to swallow but it's impossible. I feel trapped inside the booth. Please don't let this be happening again, I silently plead. But it is. A burning heat rushes through my body and I can barely breathe. The pictures of movie stars lining the wall all suddenly seem to be staring down at me. The music from the jukebox is suddenly too loud. The red chairs too bright. No matter what I do, I can't seem to control my own body. The palms of my hands go clammy and my heart starts to pound. "Ho, ho, ho!" the mechanical Father Christmas by the door calls. But he doesn't sound cheery anymore. He sounds menacing. "I need to go," I say quietly. "But what about the picture?" Megan whines, flicking her glossy dark hair over her shoulder. "I'll delete it." "What about your milkshake?" Kira says. I take some money from my purse and put it on the table, hoping they don't notice my trembling fingers. "One of you guys have it. I just remembered I have to help my mum with something. I need to get home." Ollie looks at me and for a second I think he actually looks disappointed. "Will you be in town tomorrow?" he asks. Megan glares at him across the table. "I guess so." I feel so hot it's making my vision blurred. I need to get out of here, now. If they keep me trapped in this booth for much longer, I'm certain I'm going to pass out. It takes everything I've got not to yell at Ollie to get out of my way. "Cool." Ollie slides out of the booth and hands me my camera. "Maybe see you around then." "Yes." One of the twins, I can't tell which, starts to ask if I'm OK, but I don't stop to answer her. Somehow, I make it out of the diner and onto the seafront. I hear the shriek of a seagull followed by a shriek of laughter. A group of women are tottering toward me, all spray tans on high heels. They're wearing Barbie-pink T-shirts, even though it's December, and one of them has a string of learner plates around her neck. I internally groan. That's another thing I hate about living in Brighton--the way it's invaded by stag and hen parties every Friday night. I dart across the road and head down to the beach. The wind is icy and fresh but it's exactly what I need. I stand on the wet pebbles and stare out to sea and wait until the waves, crashing in and rolling out, coax my heartbeat back to normal. Excerpted from Girl Online by Zoe Sugg All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.