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It's All Your Fault

Audiobook
One last chance. One wild weekend. Flat out the funniest book of the year.

"Paul Rudnick makes me lie hysterical on the floor, screeching with laughter and sobbing with fury that I can't write the way he does." — E. Lockhart, author of We Were Liars and The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-BanksMy name is Caitlin and up until forty-eight hours ago I had never:Tasted alcohol, kissed a boy, sang in public at the top of my lungs, kidnapped anyone or — WHAT? STOLEN A CONVERTIBLE?Now I'm in jail and I have no idea what I'm going to tell:The police, my parents, the mayor, all of those camera crews and everyone on Twitter.I have just noticed that:My nose is pierced and I have-WAIT? IS THAT A TATTOO?I blame one person for this entire insane weekend:My famous cousin.Who is also my former best friend.Who I have HATED for the past four years.Who I miss like crazy. NO I DON'T!!!!IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, HELLER HARRIGAN!!!!

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Publisher: Scholastic Inc. Edition: Unabridged

OverDrive Listen audiobook

  • ISBN: 9781338243611
  • File size: 228988 KB
  • Release date: June 1, 2017
  • Duration: 07:57:03

MP3 audiobook

  • ISBN: 9781338243611
  • File size: 229347 KB
  • Release date: June 1, 2017
  • Duration: 07:57:00
  • Number of parts: 7

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Formats

OverDrive Listen audiobook
MP3 audiobook

Languages

English

Levels

Lexile® Measure:1090
Text Difficulty:7-9

One last chance. One wild weekend. Flat out the funniest book of the year.

"Paul Rudnick makes me lie hysterical on the floor, screeching with laughter and sobbing with fury that I can't write the way he does." — E. Lockhart, author of We Were Liars and The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-BanksMy name is Caitlin and up until forty-eight hours ago I had never:Tasted alcohol, kissed a boy, sang in public at the top of my lungs, kidnapped anyone or — WHAT? STOLEN A CONVERTIBLE?Now I'm in jail and I have no idea what I'm going to tell:The police, my parents, the mayor, all of those camera crews and everyone on Twitter.I have just noticed that:My nose is pierced and I have-WAIT? IS THAT A TATTOO?I blame one person for this entire insane weekend:My famous cousin.Who is also my former best friend.Who I have HATED for the past four years.Who I miss like crazy. NO I DON'T!!!!IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, HELLER HARRIGAN!!!!

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