Publisher Description

The book club says bon voyage to Concord and bonjour to France! It's a dream come true for Megan, who's jet-setting to Paris for Fashion Week with Gigi. Meanwhile, back in Concord, Mrs. Wong decides to run for mayor, so Emma and Stewart team up to make her campaign a success. Jess and Cassidy are also hoping for victories, Jess in the a cappella finals with the MadriGals and Cassidy in the national hockey championships with her teammates. In the midst of it all, the girls--along with their Wyoming pen pals, who drop in for a visit over Spring Break--dive into Charlotte Brontë's classic Jane Eyre. Some real life romance follows, as Becca may have found a Mr. Rochester of her own.
And then there's the matter of a certain wedding. The book club girls, their families, the British Berkeley brothers, and even Stinkerbelle will be attending the ceremony, which means there might be some bumps before the bride waltzes down the aisle....

Author Biography

Heather Vogel Frederick is the award-winning author of the Mother-Daughter Book Club series, the Pumpkin Falls Mystery series, the Patience Goodspeed books, the Spy Mice series, and Once Upon a Toad. An avid fan of small towns like Pumpkin Falls, Heather and her husband live in New England, close to where Heather grew up. You can learn more about the author and her books at HeatherVogelFrederick.com.

Review

"Young teens and tweens who have grown fond of the girls will enjoy this visit with old friends."--Booklist

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Young teens and tweens who have grown fond of the girls will enjoy this visit with old friends.

Excerpt from Book

Wish You Were Eyre Megan " . . . if she were a nice, pretty child, one might compassionate her forlornness; but one really cannot care for such a little toad as that." --Jane Eyre "Would you like fries with that?" I frown at the menu. Since when had my grandmother started serving french fries at the tea shop? I look up to see Becca Chadwick tapping her pen against the notepad she''s holding. "Gotcha," she says, grinning at me. I swat her with the menu. "Dork." "Hey," she replies, "who''s the one with the job, huh? Who''s the one earning money right this instant? Speaking of which, you are planning to leave me a big tip, aren''t you?" This is Becca''s first day as a full-fledged waitress at Pies & Prejudice, the wildly successful tea shop my grandmother opened here in Concord last year. Things got so busy that Gigi decided to hire some extra help. Becca''s been her assistant since the beginning of January. She started out working on Thursday evenings at Gigi''s new cooking classes, and today is her first shift waiting tables. "A big tip?" I pretend to think it over. "I guess it depends if you give me extra whipped cream on my hot chocolate." "You want a little cinnamon sprinkled on that?" Becca''s all business as she writes my order down. "Of course." "Got it. Back in a flash." She trots off to a neighboring table to take another order, her apron strings fluttering behind her. Like my grandmother, Becca is wearing the Pies & Prejudice uniform: black dress, frilly white apron, frilly white cap. Gigi had me design them, but I hadn''t imagined someone my age actually wearing one. Becca looks kind of like a French maid in a bad sitcom. She''s being a really good sport about it, though. She wanted this job so badly. Her father''s been unemployed for a while, and working here has been a way to help her family out. My gaze drifts over to the window, and I note gloomily that it''s started to snow again. This has to be some sort of record. Usually this time of year we get New England''s famous January thaw, but the month''s almost over and so far there''s been no sign of it. We''ve missed more school this winter than any other year I can remember. Not that I''m complaining. A little while later the bell over the door jangles and Emma Hawthorne and Jess Delaney come in, stomping their snow-covered boots on the mat. They spot me and wave, then cross the room to my table. "Hey," says Emma, taking a seat. Jess does too. "Hey back," I reply as Becca reappears with my order. "I''ll take one of those," says Jess, pointing to the hot chocolate that Becca sets down in front of me. "Ditto," adds Emma. "But hold the cinnamon." Jess shrugs off her jacket, giving Becca the once-over. "You look good," she tells her. "Just like a real waitress." "I am a real waitress," Becca snaps. "I just meant--" Becca whooshes out a sigh and smiles. "I know. Sorry. I''ve just got a lot on my mind here. I was hoping for a quiet first day, but we''ve been swamped. It seems like everybody in Concord''s stopped by for something hot to drink." "Can you blame them?" says Emma, and we all look out the window. "I sure hope they don''t have to cancel tonight''s hockey game," says Jess. "Not to mention my birthday party tomorrow night," I add. I''ve been planning it for ages--you only turn sixteen once, after all--and I''ve hardly slept a wink the past few nights, I''m so excited. I think my parents have a surprise up their sleeves, too, because there''s been a lot of whispering around the house lately, and they keep giving me these goofy smiles. I''m thinking maybe they got me a car. "I''m coming if I have to snowshoe up Strawberry Hill to get there," Becca tells me. As she heads back to the tea shop''s tiny kitchen, Emma and Jess and I discuss the odds of the hockey game getting canceled. Emma swears that the snow is tapering off, but Jess is less optimistic. I am too--I''ve been sitting here for nearly an hour, and it looks to me like the snow is still coming down thick and fast. I don''t care as much as the two of them do, though--Emma''s brother Darcy and boyfriend Stewart Chadwick both play for the team, plus Jess is dating Darcy. I''m not dating anybody here in Concord, but I know the guys will be really disappointed if they don''t get to play. Becca returns with two more hot chocolates plus a plate of brightly colored round cookies. "On the house," she tells us. "Courtesy of Gigi." My grandmother blows us a kiss from behind the bakery counter. "Macarons," she calls, pronouncing them the French way. My grandmother loves everything French. "I''m trying out some new recipes in honor of the big birthday." Somehow my party has turned into a weekend-long celebration. Things kick off tonight after the hockey game, with my friends taking me out to Burger Barn. Then tomorrow night my parents are treating us all to dinner at La Belle

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