Famous in Love by Rebecca Serle
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Famous in Love

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Rebecca Serle

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The book that inspired the hit Freeform series, by the New York Times-bestselling author of In Five Years.

When Paige Townsen gets plucked from high school obscurity to star in the movie adaptation of a blockbuster book series, her life changes practically overnight. Within a month, Paige has traded the quiet streets of her hometown for a bustling film set on the shores of Maui, and she is spending quality time with her costar Rainer Devon, one of People's Sexiest Men Alive. But when troubled star Jordan Wilder lands the role of the other point in the movie's famous love triangle, Paige's crazy new life begins to resemble her character's.

In this exciting tale of romance and drama, both on-and offscreen, Paige must adjust to a crazy new life without the daily support of her friends and family, while figuring out who she is--and who she wants--as the whole world watches.

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ISBN-10

031646970X

ISBN-13

978-0316469708

Print length

352 pages

Language

English

Publisher

Poppy

Publication date

October 20, 2014

Dimensions

5.5 x 0.93 x 8.25 inches

Item weight

10.2 ounces


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Praise for Famous in Love:

"Rebecca Serle completely captured what it's like to be a part of Young Hollywood. I absolutely loved Famous in Love. A must-read for anyone curious about life and love behind the scenes."―Bella Thorne, actor and author of Autumn Falls

"The first-person, present-tense narration highlights Paige's internal conflict, with step-by-step descriptions of swoony kisses for romance-loving readers. This frothy but not frivolous drama is wish fulfillment for any teen who wants to feel the thrill of celebrity and love."―Kirkus Reviews

"Serle establishes a glamorous premise in a gorgeous setting, as well as an enticing romance-within-a-romance framework."―Publishers Weekly

"Famous in Love is so fun, fresh, and delectable, I'm hooked. More, please. And soon."―National Book Award finalist Deb Caletti, author of Honey, Baby, Sweetheart

"Fantasy becomes reality in this exhilarating love story you won't want to put down."―Susane Colasanti, bestselling author of When It Happens

"With just the right mix of celebrity fantasy and real-girl relatability, this clever Hollywood romance packs more plot twists than the book-to-film blockbusters that inspired it."―Megan McCafferty, bestselling author of Sloppy Firstsand Jessica Darling's It-List

"I could not put down this book! Loved, loved, loved it. So much romance, so much Hollywood gossip, so much fun."―Sarah Mlynowski, bestselling author of Ten Things We Did (and Probably Shouldn't Have)

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CHAPTER 1

“You’re famous, Patrick.” Jake winks at me, and I roll my eyes. It’s this running joke we’ve had since fifth grade, when I was in a production of The Three Stooges our school put on. I played the little boy, and for the rest of the year everyone referred to me as Patrick, which honestly isn’t even that close to Paige, but whatever. Most people in my class weren’t that creative.

I follow it up the same way I always have: “Hey, at least I’m known for something.”

The truth is I’ve always been a little bit different. Like the button on a coat that doesn’t line up with its hole. The youngest of four children, a native Portlander with serious seasonal affective disorder, I just… don’t fit. Not in my family and not with my hometown. Sometimes not even with Jake, who for the last twenty minutes has been lecturing me about the serious health ramifications of consuming dairy. He’s stopped only because there is a poster for my latest stage play up in the entryway of Powell’s. We put it there last month. I’m surprised they haven’t taken it down yet.

Jake and I have been superclose since we were in diapers, but we’re polar opposites. He’s quiet and intellectual and a real wizard—he’s going to change the world someday. I am pretty talkative and do well in school, but I have to work hard at it. I’ve never had the natural talent Jake has for biology or chemistry. Or, to be fair, any other subject.

Except theater.

“Why do you still not have a proper head shot?” Cassandra says. She pulls on one of her pigtails and raises her eyebrows at me. She’s tiny, but her personality is massive, as is her hair—a gigantic mess of blond curls that never seems to stay just on her head. It makes no sense that she’s not the actress of our dynamic trio. She acts like she’s constantly onstage. She did even when we were five years old, which is how long I’ve known her. But she wants to be a marine biologist.

“Jake said he’d take them,” I say, staring at the flyer. There is no photo by my name, only a blank space. Paige Who. I asked Jake to take the pictures at least a month ago, but he’s had sit-ins almost every weekend.

Jake is always protesting stuff. Plastic, buildings, the cutting down of trees, popcorn. The stuff at the movie theater is genetically engineered. We lost a week of our lives to those kernels.

Cassandra gives Jake a pitying look and turns to me. “If your career is in his hands, you’re going to end up in waste management.” Jake tries to interrupt, but Cassandra keeps talking. “The point is, I’ll do them.” She swings her purse around and takes something out. “I got a new camera.”

“No way.” Jake bounces it out of her hands, and Cassandra squeals. “How did you pull this off?” he asks.

“Babysitting,” she says proudly.

“Nice. We should take some shots at the rally next week. I bet if we get good ones we could submit them to the paper.”

“Another rally?” I ask. I try to keep the disappointment out of my voice, but I’m not working that hard.

Jake looks at me with that somber expression I know too well. “They will stop when pollution stops, when animals are treated kindly. When human beings start taking responsibility for themselves and this planet.”

“Sorry,” I mumble.

I always feel bad about not supporting Jake in his latest quest. I mean, I want the world to be a better place, too. It’s just that sometimes I also want to go to the movies.

Cassandra slides her arm around my shoulder and turns me back to the board. “Maybe the Aladdin is playing something good this weekend.”

We scan the flyers, but I’m only halfheartedly looking. I’m watching Jake fiddle with Cassandra’s camera. I haven’t seen him this excited about anything since Starbucks started using biodegradable materials.

“Oh my God!” Cassandra shrieks, and my hands fly to my ears. Jake almost drops the camera.

“What is with you?” he asks her.

“Look look look!” She’s pointing at the board. “Are you seeing this?”

I follow her finger. It’s a flyer for Locked, the book Cassandra is obsessed with. Well, three books, actually. It’s a trilogy, but only two have been released so far. They’re huge. Crazy, international best sellers. They’re written by a woman named Parker Witter, about this girl who lands on a magical deserted island after a plane crash. The boy who survives with her (who happens to be her boyfriend’s best friend) has some kind of supernatural connection to the island, and they fall in love. But she’s also still in love with her boyfriend, who she thinks is dead, since all three of them were on the plane together. I haven’t read the books yet, but I did do a little Googling after Cassandra wouldn’t shut up about them. The stuff that exists online is intense. Hundreds of thousands of videos on YouTube, community boards, endless fan fiction. Noah and August are the new Romeo and Juliet, apparently. Cassandra waited in line at Barnes & Noble at midnight the day the second one went on sale. The third and final book is supposed to come out in November.

“They’re holding auditions here!” Cassandra squeals. She dances around on her tiptoes in a semicircle.

I squint at the flyer.

“Auditions for what?” Jake says, handing her back the camera.

“The movie.”

My stomach does a little flip, in time with Cassandra’s feet, and I look up to see her smirking at me. “Interested now?”

Even though we’re in Portland, a city that draws a big artistic crowd, movies are rarely shot here, and casting directors never come looking for talent. Movie auditions are for people who live in Los Angeles—and I’ve never even been there.

I’ve begged my parents to let me go to California, but they always say it’s a distraction from my studies. What they really mean is that I’m the youngest of four and as far as they’re concerned a plane ticket without a direct link to a wedding or funeral just isn’t practical.

That doesn’t mean I don’t go on auditions here; I do, but it’s mostly for community theater stuff, like the non-head-shot poster we were looking at. But a real film? I’ve never had that opportunity before.

When I do get things—a play or a local commercial or something—I’m pretty much always cast as a child, even though I’m seventeen. I feel like I’ve been playing the same role for a decade. I’m barely five feet tall, which is short even for twelve-year-olds. I have long, true-red hair that is just a little bit wavy—not totally curly, not straight—and my face is spotted with freckles, which doesn’t exactly scream leading lady. But the rug rat younger sister? I have that one down. I wonder if there’s a sibling in Locked.

“Where is it?” I ask. I glance down to show that I don’t really care, but since it’s Jake and Cassandra, no one is buying the attempted nonchalance.

“Saturday at the Aladdin.” Jake rips the flyer down and hands it to me.

“Someone else might want to see that,” I say.

“So consider it lessening the competition.” Cassandra loops her arm through mine. “Promise you’ll think about it.”

She smiles at me, and I know she knows I’ll be there. But she’s also aware of my golden rule about auditions: I never tell anyone I’m going.

Maybe it’s something about being the youngest in a big family, but I expect disappointment. The unspoken motto of our house: If you stay closer to the ground, you have less distance to fall. It worked for my parents, I guess. They’re both elementary school teachers, which is a great thing in and of itself, but I don’t think it’s what either of them actually wanted. My mom wanted to be an actress. She was in a few regional productions when she was younger, but nothing since my oldest brother was born. She never talks about it, but I know she has regrets. One time I was looking for a necklace in her jewelry box and came across this envelope filled with theater tickets. Plays and shows my mom had gone to. There were even ones from the seventies in there, back when my parents weren’t together yet. Maybe from things she was in. I’m not sure you would hold on to that stuff if you didn’t wish your life had turned out a little differently. And me? I don’t want a bunch of theater tickets stuffed into an envelope at the bottom of my jewelry box. I want framed posters with my name on them. Those are the kinds of reminders I want. The ones other people can see.

Jake slings his arm over my shoulder. “You’d be an amazing August,” he tells me.

“August?” I cock one eyebrow at him.

“What?” he says, his droopy smile growing. “I like to stay informed of pop culture.”

“You can’t even believe how good it is,” Cassandra says, threading her fingers through one of her looped curls. “I have no idea how I’m waiting until November to find out how it all ends.”

Jake nods.

“Seriously?” I say. “You two need to start a support group.”

“I’m already in one,” Cassandra says. “We meet on Sundays. Tuesdays if it’s been a particularly bad week of withdrawal.”

Jake laughs; I roll my eyes. “You’re crazy.”

“But you love me,” she coos, her nose pressed up against my cheek.

“In spite of,” I say.

“Hey,” she says, pulling back. “These are great pieces of literature.”

“That’s what you said about From Heaven. And those books were just about horny angels.”

“Guardian angels,” Cassandra corrects, tossing a pigtail over her shoulder. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate great novels.”

“I appreciate them,” I say.

“Just because you’ve read The Glass Menagerie seventy-two times doesn’t make it a book. Sorry.” Cassandra wrinkles her nose at me.

“Yeah, but it’s still a great work of literature,” I snap back.

It’s not that I don’t read novels. I do, just not in the same way I read screenplays. I mean, I love Jane Austen and I’ve probably read The Catcher in the Rye about seven times since eighth grade, but most of what I read are scripts. I’ve read pretty much every one Powell’s has ever stocked, which is a lot. They have everything from Rosemary’s Baby to Pitch Perfect, and I like to sit there on rainy Sundays and pick up whatever shooting scripts they’ve just got in. Some of them I even know by heart, and folding the first page back is kind of like hearing the first few notes of your favorite song on the radio. The one you know all the words to. When I was younger I used to recite lines in front of my bedroom mirror. Scarlett O’Hara, Holly Golightly. I’d pretend I was Audrey Hepburn or Meryl Streep and I was making a movie the world would see.

Sometimes I still do.

“What do you guys want to do this afternoon?” Cassandra asks.

I glance at my watch, a gift from Jake for my fifteenth birthday. It has Mickey Mouse on the face, and his gloved hands mark the hour and minute. Jake had it engraved: From the cat to the mouse. They used to be our Halloween costumes every year. He’d dress up as a cat and I’d be a mouse, and he’d chase me all over the streets when we went out trick-or-treating. Sometimes I imagine us getting together, later, and it taking on a new meaning. Him saying something like, “I chased you for years, and now you’re finally mine.” Silly, I know, but it would be a great story.

For the record, we’ve kissed twice but not since freshman year. Jake was my first kiss, actually, and the only guy I’ve ever touched lips to except for this one kid at summer camp. We’re not together, though. We never have been. I don’t think either one of us is willing to risk our friendship over it—and besides, the thought of actually making him my boyfriend feels like an equation that just doesn’t add up.

“I have to get to work,” I say. I’ve spent every summer since seventh grade working at Trinkets n’ Things, a boutique that sells all kinds of knickknacks and, like the rest of Portland, smells like patchouli. I come home reeking of incense, but it’s a good gig. The pay is decent, and it never gets too crowded.

“Any interest in seeing a movie?” Cassandra nudges Jake, and he drops his arm from around my shoulder.

“Just not that documentary about Buddhism again, okay? We’ve seen it three times now.”

“Whatever. You’re the one who wanted to see it the third time.” She blinks at me, and I know it’s supposed to be a wink. She can never figure out how to close one eye at a time. It’s one of the things I love most about her.

I mean, there are a lot of things I love. Like that she doesn’t know how to hopscotch and her favorite colors are always ones she makes up: honeyberry, cricket green, clown-nose red. I love that she always used to tell me when I had something stuck in my braces. She’s honest. We have no secrets. We never have.

“Have fun, kids,” I say.

Jake gives me a little salute, Cassandra plants a wet kiss on my cheek, and the two of them dart toward the exit. I stare at the crumpled poster in my hand and then shove it into my pocket, following their trail outside and down to Trinkets n’ Things. I don’t need to look at the audition details; I’ve already memorized them. I also know I’ll make up an excuse to my boss, Laurie, and go on Saturday. The flyer says the auditions begin at three, but I’m certain people will be lining up hours before.

I know there’s no chance. I know that the odds of actually landing a role like this are one in a number I can’t even count to, but the same thing happens every time I go out for a part. I feel a little… hopeful. Like this time might be the time things change. Like after this weekend, everything might be different.

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About the authors

Rebecca Serle

Rebecca Serle

Rebecca Serle is the New York Times bestselling author of Expiration Dates, One Italian Summer, In Five Years, The Dinner List, and the young adult novels The Edge of Falling and When You Were Mine. Serle also developed the hit TV adaptation Famous in Love, based on her YA series of the same name. She is a graduate of USC and The New School and lives in Los Angeles with her husband.

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Pamela

Pamela

5

sweet, chaotic love

Reviewed in the United States on May 10, 2024

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A fun read filled with snapshots of what it would be like to barrel towards superstardom with new live at your heels. Great read.

Elizabeth M Hernandez

Elizabeth M Hernandez

5

Well written, kept me sucked in

Reviewed in the United States on April 29, 2017

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I watched the series based on the book, binges it of course then about halfway through realized there were book(s) to read...I like both versions. Book is always better! Made me feel the flips in my stomach and clenches of my heart, now to read Locked before the sequel

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Sherry Weitz

Sherry Weitz

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Famous In Love - Highly Recommend

Reviewed in the United States on December 3, 2015

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Rebecca Serle is a wonderful story teller - Love all of her books - the Famous In Love series I just couldn't put down. The love triangle is great - love Paige the female lead - she's so likable - Rainer and Jordan the two male leads are interesting characters. A MUST to read both books! Can't wait for the television series.

Adnamay

Adnamay

5

Fun read

Reviewed in the United States on December 15, 2016

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Really enjoyed reading this. From what I had seen I thought it was going to be about after the film is made and the results of that, but I was very happy to find it it was about Paige's story from the beginning and how the filming process was for her. Buying the second book now!

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4andjennifer

4andjennifer

5

Awesome Read

Reviewed in the United States on January 19, 2022

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I knew I had to read it when I saw the TV show. And all I have to say is that the book is way better.

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