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One superior smirk from Michael Endicott convinces sixteen-year-old Georgia Barrett that the Devil wears Polo. His family may have founded the postcard-perfect New England town they live in, but Georgia’s not impressed. Even if he is smart, good looking, and can return Georgia’s barbs as deftly as he returns serves on his family’s tennis courts. After all, if Michael actually thinks she refuses to participate in lab dissections just to mess with his grade, he’s a little too sure that he’s the center of the universe. Could there be more to Michael Endicott than smirks and sarcasm? If Georgia can cut the snark long enough, she just might find out.


Hi Stephanie and thanks for stopping by!

1. If you could cast your main characters, who would you choose to play them?
Wow.  This is tough.  I would definitely cast John Mayer's hair to play the top of Michael Endicott's head.  Maybe if we could get John Cusack back into the hot tub time machine and go back a few years, he'd be a good Michael. He has that kind of sort of brooding but too
sincere thing. Or maybe Liam Hemsworth would work.

For Georgia, Emma Stone clearly has the right snark as she proved in Easy A and she
would look equally fabulous with dark hair (as she does with red or blonde locks).  

And if it meant I got to meet him, I would write any part for Johnny Depp, whether it fits the book/movie or not.  If Johnny has always wanted to play a psychotic carrot farmer with a limp and Tourrette's syndrome, I'll write that in.  No problem.  Call me.

What would your movie tagline be?
 In a world in which everyone wears Madras plaid and shops at Abercrombie, can a snarky vegan girl find true? (That kind of sucks, but I love the movie trailer voice that always begins ominously "In a world. .. ")

What was the inspiration for your book?
Pride and Prejudice. Happy 200th birthday to it!

4.     What scene from your book would you most love to see played out
The final scene in Book Four and the cafeteria scene in
Book Three which you'll have to wait for.  One is sweet and romantic,
I hope, the other funny and tense and sort of humiliating.   From
Charm, I'd like to see two actors do the last scene in Michael's car,
when he and Georgia finally start to get real with each other.  No
action there, but I'm a talk-y movie kind of girl. If you are looking
for nonstop action and explosions, then you are probably not looking
at what I write.

What is your favorite movie?
Too many.  I love Wes Anderson, the Coen
brothers, Martin Scorsese.  For years when I was sad I would watch
Jonathan Demme's Married to the Mob and I was obsessed for awhile with
Todd Haynes' Velvet Goldmine.  When I want a good cry, I turn to Jane
Campion's Bright Star.

Have you ever been to a drive-in?
I love drive-ins but I don't live near one anymore.  I like when people turn the drive-in into their own little picnic party, a sort of tailgating for non-sports fans.
This was fun!


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