100 Sideways Miles by Andrew Smith (English) Paperback Book

Description: 100 Sideways Miles by Andrew Smith, Translator Andrew Smith Destiny takes a detour in this "wickedly witty and offbeat novel" (Kirkus Reviews, starred review) that was nominated for the National Book Award. Finn Easton sees the world through miles instead of minutes. Its how he makes sense of the world, and how he tries to convince himself that hes a real boy and not just a character in his fathers bestselling cult-classic book. Finn has two things going for him: his best friend, the possibly-insane-but-definitely-excellent Cade Hernandez, and Julia Bishop, the first girl hes ever loved. Then Julia moves away, and Finn is heartbroken. Feeling restless and trapped in the book, Finn embarks on a road trip with Cade to visit their college of choice in Oklahoma. When an unexpected accident happens and the boys become unlikely heroes, they take an eye-opening detour away from everything they thought they had planned--and learn how to write their own destiny. NYTBR Notable Childrens Book of the Year NPR Best Book of the Year NYPLs Best Book of the Year for Teens ALA Best Fiction for Young Adults Chicago Public Library Best Teen Fiction of the Year A Texas Tayshas Top Ten Selection FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Andrew Smith is the author of several novels for young adults, including Winger, Stand-Off, 100 Sideways Miles, and the Michael L. Printz Honor Book Grasshopper Jungle. He lives in a remote area in the mountains of Southern California with his family, two horses, two dogs, and three cats. He doesnt watch television, and occupies himself by writing, bumping into things outdoors, and taking ten-mile runs on snowy trails. Visit him online at AuthorAndrewSmith.com. Review *" Finns musings about the universes constant dispersal and recycling of atoms, along with his habit for measuring time in the distance the Earth is forever racing around the sun, provide a memorable perspective on human (in)significance."-- "Publishers Weekly, Starred Review"*"A mosaic of recurring motifs, subtle symbolism, wonderfully funny bits, and the best birthday present ever make this a book that repays close attention; the current of genuine warmth that runs through it ensures multiple revisits and enthusiastic sharing."-- "BCCB, starred review"*"A wickedly witty and offbeat novel...a breathtaking read."-- "Kirkus Reviews, starred review"*"This unpredictable story of love and friendship is close to perfect."-- "Booklist, starred review"*"This will appeal to teens who like novels that with a bit of an absurdist edge."-- "School Library Journal, starred review""An unusual and memorable novel."-- "Horn Book""Finn and Cade are a tag team for the ages. No one does male friendship (or vomit and accidental nudity) better than Andrew Smith."-- "S.A. Bodeen, author of The Compound""Im not sure Ive ever laughed with, cried with, and rooted harder for a character than Finn Easton. His voice is so strong, so real, that his triumphs and failures felt like they were my own. I seriously loved this book."--Len Vlahos, author of The Scar Boys"If youre a young boy and a dead horse falls off a bridge, kills your mother, and leaves you with deep scars -- and youre prone to epileptic seizures -- youd come to expect the unexpected. Still, it doesnt mean you have to like it. In the shadow of his best friend, the popular and athletic Cade, and forever tied to his fictional namesake in his fathers best-selling sci-fi novel, Finn has trouble figuring out who hes supposed to be. Then he meets a new girl and for the first time writes his own story. Hilarious and heartbreaking, youll be rooting for Finn all the way."--recommended by Lisa Yee, author, most recently of Warp Speed"John Green fans will enjoy Smiths newest novel."-- "VOYA""The current of genuine warmth that runs through it ensures multiple revisits and enthusiastic sharing."-- "BCCB, starred review"Finn Easton has lived his life in the shadow of a book. As a child, Finn was severely injured and his mother killed in a freak accident: a dead horse landed on them when it fell off a truck that was traveling over a bridge. After the accident, his father took many of Finns unique characteristics (his name, heterochromatic eyes, propensity to measure time in miles traveled by the Earth in orbit, struggle with epilepsy, and a particular scar along his back) and made them into a character in a Robert Heinlein-esque novel, The Lazarus Door. The novel has attained cult status around the world and made Finns life a nightmare. The only person who treats him as though he is not the character in the book is his best friend, Cade Hernandez, the tobacco-chewing, sex-obsessed, teacher-baiting hero to their classmates, beloved for his pitching skills and his ability to get most people--especially girls--to do whatever he wants. Late in their junior year, Julia Bishop moves in and Finn falls in love. She is creative and funny. When she announces that she is moving back home to Chicago shortly after Finns birthday, he is heartbroken, but decides to continue with his planned road trip with Cade to Dunston University in Oklahoma, a school they plan to attend unless Cade is drafted by the major leagues or is given an athletic scholarship to another university. The trip is the first time Finn has been out of California or away from home, and Cade helps him cut the cord by throwing away his cell while on the road in Arizona. While driving in a deluge in Oklahoma, they witness an accident and risk their own lives rescuing a little boy, a dog, and a grandfather from a raging river. More than a bit wandering, this will appeal to teens who like novels that with a bit of an absurdist edge.-Suanne B. Roush, formerly at Osceola High School, Seminole, FL--School Library Journal "July 2014 *STARRED REVIEW" Review Quote *"This will appeal to teens who like novels that with a bit of an absurdist edge." Excerpt from Book 100 Sideways Miles THE QUIT MISSION Look: I do not know where I actually came from. I wonder, I suspect, but I do not know. I am not the only one who sometimes thinks I came from the pages of a book my father wrote. Maybe its like that for all boys of a certain--or uncertain--age: We feel as though there are no choices wed made through all those miles and miles behind us that hadnt been scripted by our fathers, and that our futures are only a matter of flipping the next page that was written ahead of us. I am not the only one whos ever been trapped inside a book. * * * A story involving alien visitors from outer space, an epileptic kid who doesnt really know where he came from, knackeries and dead horses falling a hundred sideways miles, abandoned prisons, a shadow play, moons and stars, and jumping from a bridge into a flood should probably begin with a big explosion in the sky about fourteen billion years ago. After all, the whole story is rather biblical, isnt it? Poof! But it doesnt. It begins at a high school in Burnt Mill Creek, California. It begins before the summer Cade Hernandez and I went on a fact-finding expedition to visit a college in Oklahoma. We didnt quite make it to the college. Im not sure if we found any facts, either. * * * Mr. Nossik hung motivational posters on the walls of his classroom--things about perseverance, integrity, and shit like that. One of them said this: OPPORTUNITY: WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES, ANOTHER ONE OPENS. The first time we saw that one, Cade Hernandez, my best friend, said, "Sounds like he lives in a fucking haunted house." I suppose it was a year for opening doors in more ways than I ever imagined. * * * At Burnt Mill Creek High School, the people in charge were constantly on some kind of pointless mission to get us kids to quit doing shit. All schools everywhere are like that, I think. Quit Chewing Gum flopped in ninth grade. Quit Using Cell Phones was dead before it started. And, now, during the second semester of our junior year, the quit mission involved "fuck." Not doing it, saying it. It was destined to fail. More than a century of public education that aimed its pedagogical crosshairs at getting teenagers to quit having sex, quit drinking, quit driving so fast, quit taking drugs, never had the slightest behavior-altering effect on kids. Not that I did any of those things. Well, some of them. Now we were caught up in the Burnt Mill Creek High School mission to make us quit saying "fuck," which is more or less a comma--a punctuation mark--to most teenagers when they speak. The teachers and administrators at Burnt Mill Creek High School might just as well have focused their energies on getting tectonic plates to quit making so many fucking earthquakes. The brains behind the Quit Saying "Fuck" mission was our history teacher, Mr. Nossik. He and the staff at the school painted signs with slogans that said things like NO F-BOMBS, PLEASE! (the kids called them "fuck posters"), and teachers even wore specially printed WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE, O PIONEERS! T-shirts. The kids called them "fuck shirts." The campaign only made things worse. By May, Mr. Nossik was about to explode. * * * We were all about to witness a Nazi having a stroke. Here is what happened: Our teacher, Mr. Nossik, believed in making history "come alive." So, naturally, on May 7, which was the anniversary of the German surrender in World War II, Mr. Nossik dressed himself up as a Gestapo kommissar. Naturally. What a nice scene: a Nazi at the front of a public-school classroom filled with sixteen-year-old boys and girls. You cant make history come alive. History is deader than Laika the space dog. And Ill admit it--nobody in my class ever learned anything from Mr. Nossiks living displays. Are you kidding me? This was eleventh grade. Shit like that stopped working on our brains around the same time the training wheels came off our bicycles. Besides, Mr. Nossiks so-called "living history" often pushed things a little too far. One time last March, he dressed up as a battered drowning victim to commemorate the catastrophic failure of the St. Francis Dam. History lives, it dies, and it comes alive again as the soaking-wet, mangled, and bloodied corpse of a Mexican ranch hand. My mother was a Jew, which technically makes me a Jew. Only a few people know that about me because on the surface I am an atheist; and with a name like Finn Easton, who would guess Id feel a bit edgy around a forty-five-year-old freak who liked to role-play genocidal war criminals? I am named after the Mark Twain character, by the way. I am not named after the Finn in my fathers book; I swear. So: My best friend, Cade Hernandez, who always sat next to me unless Mr. Nossik kicked him out of class or assigned him a back-row desk facing away from the lectern (just because Mr. Nossik frequently couldnt stand looking at Cade), raised his hand and asked our Nazi leader this: "Mr. Nossik, why do I always get a boner in this class, at exactly eight-fifteen, every morning? This is ridiculous!" Kids laughed. I laughed. Who wouldnt laugh at a boy who asked a Nazi a question about getting an erection? Besides, Cade Hernandez was our de facto commander in the Stop Trying to Make Us Stop revolution, our act of defiance against the quit missions. Cade Hernandez ran the school. He could get anyone to do anything he wanted. Cade Hernandez was magic or something. Mr. Nossiks face reddened, which, in the aesthetic arrangement of things, matched the color scheme of his outfit perfectly. Let me tell you something else about Cade Hernandez: As the schools de facto commander in the Stop Trying to Make Us Stop revolution, he was an expert button pusher. The moment any authority figure challenged Cades control over things, the game was on. Mr. Nossik despised Cade Hernandez as deeply as anyone could ever hate another person. It was only a matter of time until Mr. Nossik came up with some type of Quit Being Cade Hernandez mission. To be honest, all us kids in the class loved to see the two of them square off. Cade routinely won. At least once a week, Mr. Nossik would tell Cade that he couldnt stand looking at him anymore, so hed order Cade to the back of the room, as far away from Mr. Nossiks desk as possible. And Cade frequently wasnt doing anything to justify his banishment. But Cade Hernandez did have a way of just staring and staring--without blinking--calmly showing the faintest trace of a smile on his face as though he were saying, Come on, fucker, lets see who wins today. That was it. Cade stared and stared and smiled and smiled. And that was how he looked at Mr. Nossik on May 7, Nazi Day, when Cade Hernandez, in as straightforward and sincere a voice as you could ever imagine, asked our Gestapo kommissar teacher why he got a boner during history class at the same time every morning. This was Cade Hernandez, a kid whose lower-body blood flow apparently had tidal predictability. Mr. Nossik, his voice quavering as though hed just swallowed a fistful of feathers and sand, stamped his jackbooted foot and told Cade to GET OUT of the classroom immediately. Man! The only thing that could possibly have made Mr. Nossik look more like Hitler at that moment would have been a toothbrush swath of black hair on his upper lip. And Cade, all innocence and self-pity, said, "Can I wait a couple minutes before I stand up, please, Mr. Nossik? Seriously, this thing is ridiculous!" We all laughed again. And Mr. Nossik--in a voice reminiscent of the most fiery Nuremberg Rally oratory--stamped and shrieked, "GET! OUT!" So Cade Hernandez, smiling slightly, completely unashamed, stood and walked across the room to wait outside the door while the quaking Mr. Nossik composed himself. Of course, everyone looked to see if Cade really did have a boner. Im not saying. And Mr. Nossik, our Gestapo kommissar, didnt actually have a stroke that morning, but I believe some crucial arteries and shit inside vital parts of his body got dangerously close to their bursting point every time Cade Hernandez put pressure on Mr. Nossiks hair-trigger nerves. * * * Cade Hernandez and I both played baseball for the Burnt Mill Creek High School Pioneers baseball team. O Pioneers! Cade was our pitcher--a lefty whod been scouted by the majors, extremely talented--and I played the outfield, usually right. I would not want to play a position like pitcher, where there is such a high likelihood of making costly mistakes. Costly mistakes, like sexual confusion and nuclear weapons, which by the way are both legacies passed down from the greatest generation--the guys who whipped Hitler--are strongly related to extinction. Who wants that? Cades ni Details ISBN1442444967 Author Translator Andrew Smith Short Title 100 SIDEWAYS MILES R/E Pages 304 Audience Age 14-17 Publisher Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers Language English ISBN-10 1442444967 ISBN-13 9781442444966 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Year 2015 Publication Date 2015-09-08 Edition Description Reprint ed. Imprint Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers Audience Teenage / Young adult We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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