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353 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 2, 2008
My name is Jubilee Dougal. Take a moment and let it sink in. [...] I realize Jubilee is a bit of a stripper name. You probably think I have heard the call of the pole. But no. [...] My objection is that Jubilee isn't a name-it's some kind of a party. No one knows what kind. Have you ever heard of someone throwing a jubilee? And if you did, would you go? Because I wouldn't. Come to think of it, it might be interchangeable with hoedown.At this point, you might be thinking this isn't annoying, it's funny. Don't worry, that's what I thought too. But oh boy, when she brings this up every chapter, it gets on your nerves.
"Gentlemen, may you travel safely and swiftly. But if you die tonight, die in the comfort that you have sacrificed your lives for that noblest of human causes. The pursuit of cheerleaders."The story summed up in three basic points:
The Duke was just normal: she liked to joke around and talk about movies. She was much more like a person than other girls were.
Having no gathered my thoughts, I was finally able to eloquently articulate my feelings about the matter. "Crap crap crap!"GIVE ME A BREAK.
Could that be why he ate lunch with Nathan Krugle, who was definitely an outsider with his all- Star Trek, all-the-time T-shirt collection?Because obviously, somebody who loves Star Trek is weird. How silly of me to think otherwise.
By making me his girlfriend, he demonstrated his belief in me, and I had picked up on his conviction. I stood straighter. He liked being seen with me; therefore, I liked being seen with me.
“I always had this idea that you should never give up a happy middle in the hopes of a happy ending, because there is no such thing as a happy ending.”
The Jubilee Express
I felt so alone on that train…a weird, unnatural kind of alone that bore into me. It was feeling just beyond fear and somewhere to the left of sadness.
Tired, but not the kind of tired that sleep fixes.
It was dark and gloomy, and yet, it didn’t seem that things would get any better if the lights were turned up.
I knew it was beautiful, but knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things, and I didn’t care.
One person’s crazy is another person’s sane, I guess.
A Cheertastic Christmas Miracle
Something about me has always liked the drama and inconvenience of bad weather. The worse the better, really.
“YESSSSSS! WE JUST DID SUCH AN AWESOME JOB OF NOT DYING!”
I responded to this development with the kind of sophisticated language for which I am famous. “Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid crap.”
Here is one of my main complaints about human consciousness: once you think a thought, it is extremely difficult to unthink it.
Oh, I deep fried for you,
But now I weep ‘n’ cry for you,
Oh, babe, this meal was made for two,
And these hash browns mean nothing, oh these hash browns mean nothing, yeah these HASH BROWNS MEAN NOTHIN’ without you!
The Patron Saint of Pigs
“Silly girl, it’s not what the universe gives us that matters. It’s what we give the universe.”
“Christmas is a state of mind.”
Shouldn’t I have some say over the endless thoughts running through my head?
In the end, I in no way regret picking up Let It Snow and letting it merrily snow on my gloomy day, if only for Johnson: Debbie and Jubilee, the puzzle pieces and coincidences and chain of reactions, and JOHN FREAKING GREEN—that man is a magician.
Audience rating: 46%
Critics rating: 81%
My rating: 65%