I Will Always Love You - PDF
نویسندگان: Cecily von Ziegesar
خلاصه: Tis the season to be jolly. Fa la la la la, la la la la. Don we now our gay apparel… which just sohappens to have been made for us by the little elves at Givenchy or YSL or Oscar de la Renta. Who arewe , you ask? The residents of Manhattan’s Golden Mile, of course—that glorious stretch of doormanbuildings above Fifty-ninth Street and below Eighty-sixth. It’s Christmastime, time to deck our sprawlingUpper East Side penthouses with silver and gold baubles, twinkly lights, velvet bows, and chocolatesimported from belle Paris. Here the holidays are always a little more sparkly, a little brighter, a littlebetter. It’s so, so good to be back.While I’m not about to tell you where I’ve been for the past few months, I will tell you that thereis lifeafter high school. Yes, it finally happened: We went to college. During the past semester we encounteredpeople who haven’t seen us naked (yet), and who don’t know our SAT scores; who don’t rememberthat time we wet our pants in kindergarten, or when we got our ears pierced. We’ve learned a few newthings, made a few new friends, and have even maybe met the loves our lives. We’vechanged—hopefully for the better. And we’re just as fabulous as always.TakeB , for instance. She’s spending a perfect holiday with her perfect Yale boyfriend and his perfectfamily at their idyllic Vermont compound. That girl always had her eye on the prize. Speaking of prizes,what’sS up to these days? No longer hounded by overeager, fashion-conscious Constance Billard girls,she’s now trailed by the paparazzi and a posse of wannabe movie starlets while she cools herLouboutins, waiting for her nomination for the SAG Awards. No matter where she is or what she does,Swill always be one to watch.Then there are those who’ve tried their darnedest to change:N has been sailing around the world for thelast four months. But as we learned from Kant in our freshman seminars, no man is an island. He’ll beback—sooner rather than later, we hope. Then there’sD , scratching out existential poetry in his blackMoleskine notebook in the Pacific Northwest. It may look like a total lifestyle change, but he still insistson Folgers crystals instead of French press in the coffee capital of the U.S. He also spends every wakingmoment Skyping his shaven-headed, ultra-independent filmmaker girlfriend,V , who’s at NYU andseems to almost have…hair . And friends?! And finally there’sC , last seen with a pack offlannel-wearing, log-lifting, very rugged boys out in Nevada or Montana or someplace with no cities andlots of cattle. Is he into a new type, or has he gone through yet another reinvention? That man putsMadonna to shame