Instead she botched a meatball Bebe Rebozo, toasted a Timberlake, slathered gravy on a Kate Moss, and then made the Truman Capote with corned beef instead of cold blood. Or no, wait, salmon spread. The waitresses began to complain.
A zombie boy directly below me was wearing a Timberlake's A Puss T-shirt. Coach Dhushbak was curled up in the corner, rocking back and forth and singing to himself. I could stay or I could go now. I untied.
Black humor mixed with pathos is the hallmark of the twelve stories in this adult debut collection from a master writer of comic and inventive YA novels.
Especially the part that's serving ninety days in a juvenile detention center. Telling the story of the year leading up to his arrest, Ritchie grabs readers by the throat before (politely) inviting them along for the (max-speed) ride.
An uproarious celebration of zombie culture features the story of 17-year-old Nero, who is stranded in the wilderness with fellow juvenile delinquents when their counselors transform into flesh-eating maniacs.
... line, my love line, my lifeline. Slight and severed, all of them. This was four years ago, so we were in middle school, past due for handholding. I'd been staying with Kieren's family, helping with the baby, while my folks were in ...
Suddenly, he may be getting somewhere afterall. With sarcastic, dry wit reminiscent of David Sedaris and Tom Perrotta, this debut YA novel delivers with laugh-out-loud hilarity and a lot of heart.