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384 pages, Hardcover
First published July 29, 2014
I have seen the future, and it is bacon.
A lot of books you read, the author thinks it’s cool have an “unreliable narrator.” To keep you guessing and to acknowledge that there are no absolutes, and everything is relative, or whatever. Which I think is kind of lame. So-just so you know- I am going to be a reliable narrator. Like, totally. You can trust me.
First thing about me, I’m not beautiful.
It was a high school for gay and lesbian and transgender kids, the ones who got nothing but shit at “normal” schools.
Peter: “Dear old Alma Mother.”
Me: What was it like?”
And everything is almost perfect, but I WISH, I find myself wishing Jefferson was here too. I want to see him smile. And then, boom, it;s like a dam breaks in my heart, and I am just drowning in feelings for him, and I think, What am I, insane?
“Hey!” one of the gunners responds when I pat her on the behind. It’s that girl Carolyn, the blond who used to be kind of a fashionista before What Happened. Whoops. Even after the apocalypse, girls don’t like to get slapped on the butt.
“Sorry,” I say. “Totally nonsexual.” I try to say it in a cool, devil-may-care kind of way.
Jefferson: "Don't. I don't want to hear it. I'll always be your friend, but I want more."
Me: "I know. Maybe I'm crazy."
Jefferson: "Just-just try, will you? Try to love me if you can."
A lot of books you read, the author thinks it’s cool have an “unreliable narrator.” To keep you guessing and to acknowledge that there are no absolutes, and everything is relative, or whatever. Which I think is kind of lame. So-just so you know- I am going to be a reliable narrator. Like, totally. You can trust me.
First thing about me, I’m not beautiful.
~Thank you Hachette Australia for sending me this copy!~