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Truth or Dare by Jacqueline Green Blog Tour

Thursday, July 25, 2013

As a Preferred Blogger for Paper Lantern Lit, we were asked to play in a little game called Truth or Dare. Maybe you've heard of it. Maybe you've heard of Truth or Dare by Jacqueline Green. If not, you will have by the time you finish reading this post.

Synopsis: When a simple round of truth or dare spins out of control, three girls find it's no longer a party game -- it's do or die.
It all started on a whim: The game was a way for Tenley Reed to reclaim her popularity, a chance for perfect Caitlin "Angel" Thomas to prove she's more than her Harvard application. Loner Sydney Morgan wasn't even there; she was hiding behind her camera, as usual. But when all three start receiving mysterious dares long after the party has ended, they're forced to play along -- or risk exposing their darkest secrets.
How far will Tenley, Caitlin, and Sydney go to keep the truth from surfacing? And who's behind this twisted game?

And now onto the game...

The Truth: Team Edward or Team Jacob? Team Harry or Team Ron? Team Peeta or Team Gale?

Team Edward. How could I not want a boy who tries to kill himself when he thinks that he shouldn’t be with me, refuses to have sex with me until I marry him, and wants to be with me for literally ever?

Team Ron. I do not know how funny, caring, delicious Ron puts up with Harry’s mood swings, but I sure couldn’t.

In The Hunger Games and Catching Fire, Team Gale. In Mockingjay, Team Peeta. I cannot forgive you for that, Gale. And Peeta, I love what you said about the games.

The Dare: Write a love letter to your favorite YA boy in Truth or Dare by Jacqueline Green.

Dear Guinness,

I remember you. You always walked around this town with your camera to your face, thinking that it would let you see all while hiding you from the world. But I saw you then. And now that you’re back in Echo Bay, I see you now.

Whenever I see you with her, her camera strapped around her neck like the follower she is, or her, pushing her chest out like she knows you won’t be able to resist a peak, I cannot stop the twinge of jealousy I feel. Guinness, I think it’s time you left all those drama-loving high school girls behind for a nice college graduate like yourself.

I see your private date excursions to the golf course and your father’s yacht for what they really are: romantic. And I am old enough to drink Guinness and Corona, so we wouldn’t have to hide.

I want your camera on me. I want your hands on me. I want to be your muse.

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