Here is how things stand at the beginning of Ruby Oliver's junior year at Tate Prep:

Kim: Not speaking. But far away in Tokyo. Cricket: Not speaking. Nora: Speaking - sort of. Chatted a couple times this summer when they bumped into each other outside of school - once shopping in the U District, and once in the Elliot Bay Bookstore. But she hadn't called Ruby, or anything. Noel: Didn't care what anyone thinks. Meghan: Didn't have any other friends. Dr. Z: Speaking. And Jackson. The big one. Not speaking.

A tale of boys, boobs . . . and penguins. Another riotous trip into the mind of the inimitable Ruby Oliver.

E. Lockhart has had nine official boyfriends, if you count the boy who asked her to go out with him at a seventh-grade dance and then basically never talked to her again. In a drawer somewhere, she's got a list of every boy she ever kissed. She has never been on a sports team of any kind and got excused from gym class by going to ballet lessons. She has a tattoo, cuts her own hair, and has worn the same perfume since high school (Kiehl's Chinese Flowers). In her office are Betty and Veronica dolls, a photo of a particularly fat bulldog, an official business card from 'Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective' and the 1920s flapper dress she wore to the prom.

A gazillion lists, 3 potential boyfriends and me . . . E. Lockhart's hilarious sequel to The Boyfriend List.