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For Jane Jones, being a vampire is nothing like you read about in books. In fact, it kind of sucks. She's not beautiful, she's not rich, and she doesn't "sparkle." She's just an average, slightly nerdy girl from an ordinary suburban family (who happens to be vampires.) Jane's from the wrong side of the tracks (not to mention stuck in the world's longest awkward phase), so she doesn't fit in with the cool vampire kids at school or with the humans kids. To top it all off, she's battling an overprotective mom, a clique of high school mean girls (the kind who really do have fangs), and the most embarrassing allergy in the history of the undead, she's blood intolerant. So no one's more surprised than Jane when for the first time in her life, things start to heat up (as much as they can for a walking corpse, anyway) with not one, but two boys. Eli's a geeky, but cute real-live boy in her history class, and Timothy is a beautiful, brooding bloodsucker, who might just hold the key to a possible "cure" for vampirism. Facing an eternity of high school pressure, fumbling first dates, or a mere lifetime together with Timothy, what's a 90-something year-old teen vampire to do?
Fans of the Vladmir Tod Chronicles, You are So Undead to Me, and Jessica's Guide to Dating on the Dark Side will feast on this deliciously readable, smart, and fantastically funny debut.
- Sales Rank: #2439405 in Books
- Published on: 2011-05-10
- Released on: 2011-05-10
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.25" h x .54" w x 6.14" l, .45 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 240 pages
About the Author
CAISSIE ST. ONGE is an Emmy-nominated comedy writer who's worked for The Late Show with David Letterman, The Rosie O'Donnell Show, and VH1's Best Week Ever, as well as a bunch of shows you probably haven't heard of (but that's okay). Caissie's written lots of other stuff, too, including commercials for soap, ice cream, and cell phones that starred some bigshot Hollywood celebrities, plus an infomercial for collectible coins that starred a prominent Pennsylvania numismatist. (But enough bragging.) Caissie lives in Connecticut with her husband and two sons, in a town that's a lot like the one described in these pages, but she's not a vampire . . . yet. This is Caissie's first novel.
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One
"Oh my God, you guys. I am sooooo wasted. Did you see me? I was totally chugging, and now I'm, like . . . totally wasted!"
Astrid Hoffman was one of my classmates at my new school, Port Lincoln High. So far, what I'd learned about her was that she was wealthy and confident and lovelier than any girl in the sophomore class. In fact, she was the most poised and best-looking girl in the entire school, from what I could tell, wasted or not. Even heavily intoxicated, even kind of slurring and drooling with her thick, glossy brown curls falling over her glassy green eyes, she was a looker. She made me sick.
Astrid turned her half-lidded gaze to me. "Jane! Jaaaaa-aaaane. It's your turn. Have a little drinky drink, new girl!" Everyone around the bonfire cheered and someone shoved me in Astrid's direction.
I nervously shook my head. Actually, if I'm being honest, I probably spastically shook my head. "Uh, no. No, thanks. I don't really . . ."
"Aw, Jane, what's the matter? Your mommy won't let you?" Astrid teased. Then the playful look slipped from her face, replaced by an expression of menacing threat. "I'm not asking, Jane, I'm telling you. Drink!"
Astrid bared her teeth at me as everyone around us started chanting, "Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!" So this, I recalled bitterly, is what peer pressure feels like. In the past, I'd learned to avoid peer pressure by avoiding as much contact as possible with my so-called peers, but on this night, I found myself understanding how things get out of hand. All of a sudden, it was like Lord of the Flies up in there and I found myself in not so great a position to resist.
I inched toward Astrid, my mind racing. Funny how a moment is enough time for your whole life to pass before your eyes but not long enough to think of a decent plan for escaping a crappy situation. Knowing there was no way to get out of it, I knelt beside her and said, "Okay, I'll drink."
"Good girl," she cooed, winking as she hefted the pale, bare leg of Ian Holcomb into my lap. There were two small holes in the soft, white pit of his knee, ringed with what looked almost like a lipstick kiss at the bottom of a love letter, but in the shade of his own blood.
The rest of Ian was facedown in the dirt, dozing happily, I presume. He was also wasted, but in the more traditional human sense. Probably on his dad's vodka and his mom's sugar-free Red Bull. Whatever he'd been drinking that night, Astrid had made it a point to corner Ian and thank him personally for inviting her to such an awesome rager. Then she made it a further point to lean in really close to his chest and say right into his ear, "I'm having an awesome time." Then, when Ian suggested that they go out for some air, she responded by saying, "That would be awesome." I have to admit, what Astrid lacked in vocabulary skills, she made up for in cunning. Now she was hosting her own little party by the side of the state road behind the Holcombs' property, and the bar was fully stocked with Ian's elevated blood-alcohol level.
As I bent over poor, dumb Ian's popliteal artery, I asked myself two questions: What the hell am I even doing here? and How am I gonna make this look good?
I pushed my glasses up my nose, then shoved my face right up against Ian's leg and clamped my mouth on a spot that looked clean. I closed my eyes and did my best to imitate the rapture I was supposed to be feeling as I sank my fangs into the flesh of the JV football captain. Only, I wasn't sinking my fangs into anything. I was completely faking it and I might have gotten away with it, too, if I hadn't gone in for that one last convincing slurp. That was when Ian, in his stupor, sort of snorted and jerked the way you do when you dream that you're falling. The sudden motion must have spiked his blood pressure for just a second, but one second was all it took for arterial blood spray to hit me full in the face. Horrified, I dropped Ian's leg as my hands flew up, too late to block the gruesome mist. My cheeks were slick. The lenses of my glasses were covered with sticky, warm drops. I tore them off and rubbed furiously at my eyes with the sleeve of my favorite flannel shirt.
"Jane!" Astrid howled. "What an idiot. You should see your face! You look totally hilarious." Oh, I'm sure I did look totally hilarious. We've all seen Carrie, right? Everybody knows that there's nothing more hysterically funny than a teenager suddenly and unexpectedly drenched in blood. Unfortunately, in my case, I didn't have the telekinesis necessary to make a tree fall on Astrid to shut her up. Unfortunately, I was having a difficult time even standing up.
As all the vampire kids circled around to get a better look at me, I realized something very bad had just happened. Whether it had dripped into my mouth as I sat there slack-jawed or whether it had aerosolized and gone up my nose, somehow I had ingested at least a tiny amount of Ian's blood. While I may have looked bad, I was about to look a whole lot worse. See, like it doesn't suck enough to be a teenager who's a vampire who's a complete dork, I also have this other problem. I'm blood-intolerant.
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Quirky vampire read
By The Flashlight Reader
I already announced that I thought this book was cute when I did my mid-book review. The premise behind a blood intolerant vampire strikes me as pretty darn funny. Of course, I'm the type of person that will smile at the mentioning of diarrhea and corny jokes in novels. I smiled a lot during this book.
As I finished this book, I realized that I found some things about the plot that I didn't like. Originally, I was intrigued with Timothy--the hunky vampire hot throb-- but by the end of the story he annoyed me. I think his part was rushed and the author "did away with" him in the best way she saw fit. I was a little disappointed to say the least. As far as love interests go though, I really liked Eli. What a dork. But an extremely likeable dork. I picture him as the kind of kid that has a lunch box full of PB&J sandwiches with no crusts, napkins with superhero imprints, and 100% juice juice boxes-- in high school, of course. You really couldn't help but like the kid. I could tell that he was meant to be the main love interest, because his part in the story felt consistent and even. It didn't feel neglected or rushed.
For those of you that like the quirky, sarcastic MCs-- this is another book to add to your list. Jane is every bit as feisty as Pearl in Sarah Beth Durst's Drink, Slay, Love. She may not have as much "bite" (I couldn't resist it) as Pearl, but she has a lot of heart. Okay, I'll stop. It's just too easy... Seriously, though, Jane has a likeable quality that you seem drawn to--even if she is technically undead. Oh, and the bad guys? They are extra bad. Astrid is a super bi-atch. And that favorite teacher turned arch-nemesis I mentioned in the mid-book review? Whoa, nelly! I have to admit, at the moment, that was a twist I didn't expect.
Overall, Jane Jones: Wort Vampire Ever was a super quick, fun read that was perfect for my Halloween themed reading pleasure. It wasn't scary (I don't do scary). I laughed out loud several times-- enough that my 9 year old son started hanging over my shoulder trying to read the book too. I'm not sure if this would hold the attention of an upper YA reader, but it would work for the older MG crowd.
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Jane Jones: Worst. Vampire. Ever. = An excellent read for all ages.
By Molly Coddle
I just finished the new novel by author Caissie St. Onge, "Jane Jones: Worst. Vampire. Ever." It's a YA novel with enough solid humor, smart plotting, and fully realized characters that anybody will love it. I surely did, and I'm not so much a Young Adult, not for some time now. And for vampire aficionados, St. Onge puts enough of a spin on the genre to make it her own.
I won't go into the plot here in detail, but will say that it's a mix of a coming-of-age story (if I can use that term re a vampire stuck in 10th grade for several decades), a romance, and a mystery. St. Onge captures the world of a young geeky dork deftly and truly. Her dialogue, both internal and spoken, is authentic and rings true. And she also shows that a young woman can be smart, liked by boys her age (mostly her age, I mean, she IS a vampire), and win the day by being who she is. This is a great message for young women and girls.
I highly recommend this book, and I look forward to more from this author!!
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Get Your Vampire Fix - Now With More Realism!
By Bigdumptruck
A refreshing break from novels that completely romanticize the idea of vampirism and the undead, Caissie St. Onge's Jane Jones is refreshingly "human" for a 90 year old teenager.
What I appreciated most about this novel was the fact that it looked at the downside of being a vampire - being stuck in your pre-puberty body for eternity doesn't actually sound like anything I'd ever want to do. Ms. St. Onge addressed the vampire-specific plot holes - what's it like trying to hide your "affliction" from your non-vampire peers, how to deal with sunlight, etc, having to move often because you just don't age like the neighbors do.
Most importantly, dealing with the huge question of whether or not end your eternal teenagerhood (given the chance), even if it means leaving your family behind.
A funny read, it also really made me think about what I would do in Jane's position. And THAT makes this vampire book run circles around the others.
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