In the third Charmed Life novel, Bella trades her Manolos for clown shoes in order to unravel the secrets of the big top and the drama of high school.
Fresh from saving the prom from a disastrous end, Bella--the amateur sleuth of Truman High--is ready to relax with her new... read more
“Robbie bows his head. "I ate some glue last week. And when the teacher sent a note home...I ate that too."”Robbie
Lord, you’re going to want to move her out of my way, for the sakeof her health and general well-being.Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
“When that change does come . . . can I have my own credit card again?” “Bella?” “Yes?” “God says no.”Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
“I guess I shot up in the ranks at the Truman High Tribuneso fast, it seems like I’ve done it forever. At least that’s what our advisor, Mr. Holman says.” Take that, youshe-devil.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
“Clowns are actually a very misunderstood, underappreciated group of individuals who bring joy and gladness to boys and girls of every race, size, and creed.” I step up two more bleacher rows. “Disrespectful mutant.”Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
“I freaked! I think I had test anxiety or something. You’re lucky I got ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’ out—the first tune that came to my head was ‘I Like Big Butts.’” She shakes her head. “And I cannot lie.”Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
Luke reaches out and brushes a piece of hair behind my ear. “Face it—you’re totally into your editor.”Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
Hunter Penbrook just went all love-doctor on me. Oh, the irony. It’s like taking advice on conservative attire from Britney Spears.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
She squeals to a stop and with heaving chest, pulls the framed photo out of her shirt. “How does she do that?” Dad mutters. I shake my head. “I don’t know. It’s like a Mary Poppins bag down there.”Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
I, Bella Kirkwood, will be Betty the Bearded Lady’s avenger. After I have some oatmeal.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
I stand there motionless, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth as Luke climbs into his 4Runner. I should say something. I should yell—or maybe throw a shoe? What would Ruthie do? No. I can’t moon him.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
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