I Heart Taylor Lautner

By Harlee Harte

Harlee Harte writes the celebrity column for her high school newspaper where she gets to meet and greet the hottest teen sensations and hang out at the hippest places. And her friends offer advice on the latest fashions, music, celeb sightings, and how to deal with parents, school, and friends. But Harlee is freaking out: Her high school crush is rumored to be dating someone! On top of that, she has no idea which celeb to choose for her next column— until, that is, she hears that Hollywood hottie Taylor Lautner has been spotted working out at a new, nearby gym....

Happily, Harlee' s latest assignment is to get the inside scoop on Lautner, who played the iconic role of werewolf hunk Jacob Black in the blockbuster Twilight series.

Harlee's column is overflowing with fun facts about Taylor and the movie that made him famous, Twilight. Find out all the details about his mind-blowing martial arts skills, thoughts on dating, and quick rise to fame. Then, take the quizzes at the end and find out: Are you Taylor's dream girl?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phoenix Books, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 10, 2009
• ISBN: 9781614670902

Book preview

Harlee, Harlee, wait up! Wait a minute!

I pretended like I didn’t hear Philip Pendleton IV, the tweedy, arrogant editor in chief of our school newspaper, The Hollywoodland Star, as I ducked into the girls’ room and into a stall, slamming it behind me. As if proper, Harvard-bound Philip would ever follow me into a bathroom!

I sat there for a moment contemplating how I, Harlee Harte, Hollywoodland High’s very own celebrity reporter, had gotten into this fine mess. It was actually not hard to figure out. Philip wanted me to write my column this week on a cello-playing teen prodigy from China who was making a guest appearance with the LA Philharmonic downtown at the Disney Concert Hall. I was supposed to interview her following her last performance. To make a long story short, I never made it. And she got on her plane, back home to China. I won’t go into the details of why I didn’t make it, but it involved two of my best friends, both of whom shall remain nameless at the moment…and for good reason.

Just as I heaved a sigh of relief that I had indeed eluded Philip, there was a knock on the stall door, and a familiar voice, a male voice, called out. Philip!

Harlee! I know you’re in there. We have to talk about the column, Philip insisted.

Philip, maybe you didn’t notice…but, hello, you’re in the girls’ bathroom, I pointed out in a surly tone.

I’m well aware of that, Harlee. I’m also aware, thanks to Mrs. Marshall, that you blew your assignment.

Mrs. Marshall, our stuck-in-another-century principal, ratted me out. Thanks a lot.

"I didn’t blow it, Philip. I just didn’t get there in time due to circumstances beyond my control," I retorted.

The fact remains you didn’t get the interview, and that leaves us without a celebrity column, Philip answered in a peeved tone. "Perhaps Sondra’s mother could set up something… she’s a publicist at Warner Brothers. She probably would if I let Sondra write your column."

Sondra? That bleached blonde, Guccied, Beemer-driving, spoiled-rotten airhead? Who, by the way, is always chatting up my crush, Jack. No way!

I’m on top of it, I said confidently. I’ll have it to you by Wednesday.

Who’s the subject? Philip had to ask. It’s…a surprise, I stammered through the closed door. For a fleeting moment, I wondered why I was sitting in a toilet stall talking to a guy.

It will be the best column ever, I added. You will flip out when you see it, believe me.

See what? a girl’s voice answered. Is that you, Harlee? Who are you talking to?

Marcy? I queried as I tentatively opened the door and peeked out. Where’s Philip?

Duh, in case you didn’t notice this is the girls’ room. What would Philip be doing in here? You don’t want to know, I said as I stepped out of the stall.

Marcy was at the sink, trying to glue her nose ring back on, a daily ritual. I got an A on my English paper, the one on Keats, she said without turning around.

Is that a new tattoo? I asked, looking at a fresh henna tattoo on her wrist.

Yeah, do you think Zack will notice it? Marcy. I have bigger problems than whether or not your crush will notice yet another tattoo, I said morosely.

Tall, willowy Marcy turned from the mirror, nose ring in hand. What’s the matter, Harlee?

I don’t have a celebrity for my column this week, and Philip’s freaking out.

Oh, is that all. I thought it was something important, Marcy said, turning back to the mirror.

"It is important, I shouted. I told him I had someone, and actually I don’t have a clue."

Like I said, what else is new, Marcy said. No worries, we’ll all help.

By all, Marcy meant my other two BFFs, Kiki and Luzie. Of course, they are the nameless ones who got me in this mess in the first place. Kiki, who just got her license, was supposed to drive me to the Disney Concert Hall, and Luzie was coming along as co-pilot because she knows downtown LA like the back of her hand. Of course, Kiki, a trendy fashion stylista who can never be on time because her