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372 pages, Hardcover
First published September 17, 2013
First: water. Massive tsunamis if an ocean took a direct hit, washing away entire coastlines. Then: fire. The displaced embers of Earth’s very core, falling chunks of flaming hail. And last but not least: ice. A frozen planet, shrouded in clouds of debris, hidden from the life-giving forces of the sun.Appropriate reaction?
Who could possibly care about getting a tan at a time like this? But the rocky shoreline was sardine-packed with clusters of families, all of whom seemed to share Dad’s idea of forced togetherness. When the going gets tough, the tough go swimming.Right.
A guy with slick hair and a handlebar mustache pushes a flyer into her palm. “Sleep-In at the Common,” the flyer reads in photocopied print. “Epic slumber party tomorrow night.” He smiles at her. “Bring a tent.”And...
Two things people make time for at the end of the world: free food and a party.But it's all good, you see, because at that block party, they have a Battle of the Bands. YEAH!
“You have no idea how lucky we are, Goose. We’re so lucky to have this house, this island, a place that’s still calm. Where we can be together, and relax. Doesn’t that sound better?”A filial daughter, Sienna is not. Actually, where I come from, we call that a stupid bitch.
“No,” Sienna insists. “It sounds like an excuse. What if I said I’m staying?”
“Without us?” Dad replies. “Without Ryan?”
“I don’t want to, but…” Sienna takes a breath. “I think I love him, Dad. I mean, I know I do. Owen. I love him, and I’m not coming home.”
Dad’s breathing gets quick and sharp. “You don’t love him, Sienna,” he hisses. “You hardly even know him.”
Sienna feels a fury in her chest. The phone is hot on her ear and she feels her whole body tingling.
Leo’s memory was nearly photographic, a fact that Zan admired but also secretly found a little annoying, especially since he was constantly on academic probation at school. It was as if he stuffed himself so full of fictional characters and random statistics and the names of small villages in countries most people couldn’t point to on a map that he didn’t have room for things like the periodic table or vocab lists...Sometimes she wished he’d just get it together long enough to pass the tenth grade.Leo's been dead nearly a year and he still occupies a place in her heart, in her mind, in her life. Zan's memory of Leo and the reverence with which she holds him supercedes her duty to the living. Zan finds a mysterious scrap of paper with the name "Vanessa" on it. Well! It's from Leeeeeeeeeeo, surely it was a message that he meant to leave her. She's only got 7 days left until the world ends. What else is there to do? Spend time with her mom and dad? Savor the time they have left together?
Of course her parents will notice that she’s gone. No matter how deeply they bury themselves in projects and routine, it’s clear that they’re anxious, clear that they’d like her around. And for a moment, Zan wonders if she should stay. What if this really is their last week together? Does she want to spend it on some crazy mission, searching for clues and an answer she isn’t sure she wants to find?LOL! Bitch, please. Nah, Zan runs off with Leo's best friend Nick to find the mysterious
There’s a sharp squeal of tires as the car cuts him off, blocking his path to the trees. Both doors open and the smaller man is on him first, holding his wrists and twisting his arms in awkward angles behind his back. The driver lunges forward. There’s something in his hand that feels warm on Caden’s face, covering his mouth and nose. It’s damp and smells medicinal.Seriously overreacting, man. So to make up for lost time, Caden's dad takes him to do all the *grunts* manly things he missed out on during the 14 years or so of his absence. His very wealthy absentee father takes him to play baseball! He takes him hunting! He gets him a prostitute!!!
Her name is Camille, and she stands at the foot of the bed, unwrapping one of what appear to be many silk scarves from around her bare shoulders. Beneath them she wears a cream-colored camisole, lacy and detailed around her neck and cleavage, and flowing black pants that swish around her bare feet when she moves.Of all the stories within the book, Caden's makes the least sense. And that's saying something.