The Au Pairs: A Novel
The Au Pairs: A Novel
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Annotation: Three teenage girls from different backgrounds work for a summer in the Hamptons as au pairs for a wealthy family, and in spite of many ups and downs, all three end up changing for the better.
 
Reviews: 7
Catalog Number: #20378
Format: Perma-Bound Edition
Special Formats: Inventory Sale Inventory Sale
Copyright Date: 2004
Edition Date: 2005 Release Date: 06/01/05
Pages: 294 p.
ISBN: Publisher: 0-689-87319-0 Perma-Bound: 0-605-15895-9
ISBN 13: Publisher: 978-0-689-87319-5 Perma-Bound: 978-0-605-15895-5
Dewey: Fic
LCCN: 2004005346
Dimensions: 21 cm.
Language: English
Reviews:
ALA Booklist (Thu Jul 01 00:00:00 CDT 2004)

Designer labels and movie star names fall like hailstones in this trendy story of three girls spending a summer in the Hamptons, taking care of a superwealthy couple's kids. Actually, Eliza was once rich herself til her father got busted for illegal financial activities. Forced to move to Buffalo, she's eager to be back on the scene, though she's afraid people will learn she's a worker not a player. Jacqui, from Brazil, hopes to reunite with the love of her life, and Mara is a hard worker from Sturbridge who doesn't know her Gucci from her Pucci. Like cheap champagne, this has lots of bubbles, but it leaves you with a literary hangover. Events are predictable and characters rarely do anything unexpected, but once readers get started, they'll find this hard to put down. Considering the goings-on, the story is surprisingly sanitized. Yes, there are drugs, drinking, and (nonexplicit) sex, but in a sad commentary, it's the sexy cover and the vicious behavior exhibited by almost everyone that titillates most of all. For Gossip Girls fans.

Horn Book (Sun Aug 01 00:00:00 CDT 2004)

Three teenage girls, each with a different reason for wanting to spend the summer in the Hamptons, sign up for a summer job as nannies for four kids under the age of ten. While much of the book is filled with characters who are stereotypes and who attempt to be super-trendy, the hot parties, hot boys, and hot (literally) setting are sure to attract readers.

Kirkus Reviews

For three very different teen strangers, a live-in job in the Hamptons is a ticket to fun in the sun, all-night parties, and high society trolling for boys. Brazen Brazilian Jacqui rekindles a superficial fling with Luka, smitten by "his lazy smile and enormous backpack." Prima donna Eliza uses her temp address to conceal that she's—gasp—working for a living now that her tony Upper East Side family is bankrupt. Only innocent Mara takes the job seriously, doting over three obnoxious kids who crave parental attention but instead get grilled ahi, peeled grapes, and krav magra lessons. The host family is a dysfunctional mess of infidelity, indifference, and indulgence, particularly Poppy and Sugar, obvious Hilton sister clones. How the eldest brother manages to be so patent-pending perfect is a mystery, except, of course, for his literary role as the romantic lure for good-girl Mara. Teen girls will voyeuristically enjoy the slightly decadent escapism, but the sheer unlikability of two central characters is insurmountably irritating, and the constant name-dropping from P. Diddy to Manolo Blahnik, reads like a 300-page product placement. Trashy romance lit for the not-ready-for-Jackie-Collins set. (Fiction. YA)

Publishers Weekly (Fri Oct 06 00:00:00 CDT 2023)

"Lurking just below the surface of this over-the-top fantasy of high life in the Hamptons is a trio of fairly ordinary teen romances," according to <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">PW. "A beach read without a doubt." Ages 14-up. <EMPHASIS TYPE=""ITALIC"">(June)

School Library Journal

Gr 9 Up-Sun and sea, hot parties, hot guys, and the promise of $10,000 for taking care of four overprivileged, undersupervised kids. This is the life that awaits three teens during a summer in New York's exclusive Hamptons. Eliza, whose father's fortune fell, is hoping to recapture some of the glamour and luxury of her former life by taking this position where her family once had a summer home. Mara is looking for a way out of her small hometown and a way to earn enough money for a car and college tuition. Jacqui, a Brazilian beauty used to getting everything she wants, is looking for the one thing that eludes her: true love. The three are hired by the Perrys and wade through problematic relationships, power struggles, and the ever-important social scene. De la Cruz name-drops and power-shops throughout, creating an entertaining vision of how "the other half" lives. The Au Pairs offers wealth, status, steamy sex, lots of heavy drinking, changing values, and juicy fun on the East Coast for fans of Zoey Dean's "The A-List" series and Cecily von Ziegesar's "Gossip Girl" series (both Little, Brown).-Tracy Karbel, Glenside Public Library District, Glendale Heights, IL Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.

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Word Count: 59,835
Reading Level: 4.7
Interest Level: 7-12
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 4.7 / points: 9.0 / quiz: 83253 / grade: Upper Grades
Reading Counts!: reading level:5.4 / points:14.0 / quiz:Q37304
Lexile: 480L
Chapter Once: Port Authority, Take One: Eliza Experiences Public Transportation

Eliza Thompson had never been so uncomfortable in her entire life. She was sitting in the back of a Greyhound bus, sandwiched between the particularly fragrant bathroom and an overfriendly seatmate who was using Eliza's shoulder as a headrest. The old bag in the Stars and Stripes T-shirt had little bubbles of spit forming on her lips. Eliza took a moment to pity herself. Seriously, how hard could it have been for her parents to spring for a ticket on Jet Blue?

The nightmare had begun a year ago, when some people started looking into her dad's "accounting practices" at the bank and dug up some "misdirected funds." Several details had been leaked -- the papers had a field day with the thousand-dollar umbrella stand on his expense reports. The lawyer's bills added up quickly, and soon even the maintenance on their five-bedroom, five-bath co-op was just too much.

The Thompsons sold their "cottage" in Amagansett -- which was actually the size of an airplane hangar -- to pay their mounting legal expenses. Next they sold their beachfront condo in Palm Beach. And then one afternoon Eliza came home from Spence, her elite all-girls private school (which counted none other than Gwynnie Paltrow as an alum), to find her maid packing her bedroom into boxes. The next thing she knew, she was living in a crappy two-bedroom in Buffalo and enrolled at Herbert Hoover High, while her parents shared a ten-year-old Honda Civic. Forget AP classes. Forget early admission to Princeton. Forget that year abroad in Paris.

Her parents had told everyone they were simply going to go recover from it all "upstate in the country," though no one had any idea how far upstate they had really gone. To Manhattanites, there's as big a difference between the Catskills and Buffalo as there is between Chanel Couture and Old Navy.

But thank God for rich brats. The call from Kevin Perry had come just yesterday -- he was looking for a summer au pair and could Eliza make it to the Hamptons by sunset? Kevin Perry's law firm had been instrumental in keeping her dad out of the Big House, so he was one of the only people who really knew about their situation. The au pair job was her one-way ticket out of godforsaken Buffalo; so what if she had to work for old friends of her family? At least she wouldn't have to show up for work at the Buffalo Galleria on Monday. The girl who used to have personal shoppers at Bergdorf's had come this close to waiting on pimply classmates determined to squeeze themselves into two-sizes-too-small, cheap-ass polyester spandex. She shuddered at the thought.

The woman next to her grunted and exhaled. Eliza discreetly spritzed the air with her signature tuberose perfume to camouflage the offensive stink. She fiddled with her right earring, a diamond that was part of the pair Charlie Borshok had given her for her sixteenth birthday. Eliza wasn't sentimental, but she still wore them despite breaking up with him more than six months ago. She'd done it in self-defense, really: how do you explain Buffalo and bankruptcy to the sole heir of a multi-million-dollar pharmaceutical fortune? She'd loved Charlie as much as she knew how, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him or anyone else about exactly how much they'd lost. It was almost like if she said it out loud, it would make it true. So Eliza was determined to make sure no one ever found out. She didn't know how she was going to cover it up exactly, but she was sure she'd come up with something. She always did, after all.

Take today, for example. So, fine, she was on the Manhattan-bound Greyhound, but she'd already found a way to get out of taking the Jitney to the Hamptons. She was relying on Kit to take her, just like he'd always done before. Sure, she could spend four hours in a glorified bus (and hello, the Jitney was a bus even with its exclusive name) -- but why should she, when Kit drove his sweet little Mercedes CLK convertible out of the city every summer Friday just like clockwork? All she needed to do was hitch a ride. She and Kit had grown up across the hall from each other -- they were practically siblings. Good old Kit. She was looking forward to seeing him again -- she was looking forward to seeing everyone who was anyone again.

The bus pulled into the yawning chasm of the Port Authority and discharged its passengers under a grimy concrete slab. Eliza shouldered her Vuitton carryall (the only one her mom let her keep from her formerly extensive collection) and walked as fast as she could to get away from the awful place.

She looked around at the sprawling bus station, wrinkling her nose at the blinding fluorescent lights, the holiday rush of the crowd on their way to the 34th Street piers for the fireworks, the pockets of pasty-faced tourists holding American flags and scanning LIRR timetables. Was this how the other half lived? Pushing and pulling and running and catching trains? Ugh. She'd never had to take public transportation in her life. She'd almost missed the bus that morning before she realized it might actually have the temerity to leave without her.

Life had always waited for and waited on Eliza. She never even wore a wristwatch. Why bother? The party never started till she arrived. Eliza was dimpled, gorgeous, and blond, blessed with the kind of cover girl looks that paradise resort brochures were made of. All she needed to complete the picture was a dark tan and a gold lavaliere necklace. The tan would happen -- she'd hit Flying Point and slather on the Ombrelle, and, well, the lavaliere was tacky anyway.

She wandered for a while in a bit of a daze, looking for exit signs, annoyed at all the plebian commotion. A harried soccer mom with a fully loaded stroller elbowed her aside, throwing her onto a brunette girl who was standing in the middle of the station, holding a map.

"Oh, gee, I'm so sorry," the girl said, helping Eliza back to her feet.

Eliza scowled but mumbled a reluctant, "It's okay," even though it hadn't been the girl's fault that she had fallen.

"Excuse me -- do you know where the...?" the girl asked, but Eliza had already dashed off to the nearest exit.

On 42nd Street, horns honked in futile protest at the usual gridlock. A long, serpentine line for the few yellow cabs snaked down the block, but Eliza felt exultant. She was back in New York! Her city! She savored the smog-filled air. She hoped idly that she would make it in time. She didn't really have a back-up plan in mind. But one of the things she loved about Kit was how predictable he was.

She walked a block away from the taxi line and put two fingers in her mouth to blow an earsplitting whistle.

A cab materialized in front of her turquoise Jack Rogers flip-flops. Eliza smiled and stowed her bags in the trunk.

"Park Avenue and Sixty-third, please," she told the driver. God, it was good to be home.

Copyright © 2004 by 17th Street Productions, an Alloy Company, and Melissa de la Cruz.



Excerpted from The Au Pairs by Melissa de la Cruz
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Three girls with three agendas and the ultimate destination: the Hamptons.

Summer in the city? Way overrated. Everybody who's anybody in New York City summers in the Hamptons. Mara, Eliza, and Jacqui all want a piece of the action, all for different reasons.

So the girls answer a classified ad to become au pairs. How bad can it be, watching a couple of kids on the beach all day? They've got the swank address, the sweet ride, and an all-access pass to the hottest social scene on the East Coast. It's shaping up to be the summer of their lives.


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