Together, Apart by Erin A. Craig (English) Paperback Book

Description: Together, Apart by Erin A. Craig, Auriane Desombre A collection of original contemporary love stories set during life in lockdown by some of todays most popular YA authors. The perfect romantic read to spice up your Valentines Day in quarantine!A collection of original contemporary love stories set during life in lockdown by some of todays most popular YA authors.Erin Craig "delivers" on a story about a cute pizza delivery boy, Auriane Desombre captures a girl trying to impress her crush on TikTok, and Bill Konigsberg takes readers along on daily walks where every step brings two boys closer to love. Theres roommates-to-enemies-to-something more from Rachael Lippincott, a tale of a girl with a mask-making business and her potentially famous crush from Erin Hahn, and a music-inspired meet cute from Sajni Patel. Brittney Morris sparks a connection with the help of two balcony herb gardens, Jennifer Yen writes an unconventional romance that starts with a fortune reading and a take-out order, and Natasha Preston steals hearts when a girl meets up with the boy next door in a storybook oak tree.Romantic, realistic, sweet and uplifting, TOGETHER, APART is a collection of finding love in unexpected places during an unprecedented time . . . each with the one thing we all want- a guaranteed happy ending.In support of the books publication, a donation will be made to Active Minds, a nonprofit organization dedicated to mental health education, research, and advocacy for young adults ages 14-25. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography CONTRIBUTORS INCLUDE- Erin A. Craig, New York Times best-selling author of House of Salt and Sorrows; Auriane Desombre, author of I Think I Love You; Erin Hahn, author of Youd Be Mine; Bill Konigsberg, Stonewall Book Award and Lambda Literary award-winning author of six books for teens, including The Music of What Happens; Rachael Lippincott, #1 New York Times best-selling author of Five Feet Apart; Brittney Morris, author of Slay; Sajni Patel, author of The Trouble with Hating You; Natasha Preston, #1 New York Times best-selling author of The Cellar and The Twin; and Jennifer Yen, author of A Taste for Love. Review "From a cute pizza delivery boy to TikTok crushes, daily walks to a homemade mask business, Together, Apart offers a lovely look at what the pandemic experience is like for teens." --Book Riot"The stories impeccably capture the teens fears, anger, and anxieties around the pandemic balanced by adorable meet-cutes and the sweetness of early getting-to-know-you attraction." --Kirkus Reviews"Cleverly plotted, with sympathetic characters, the stories are a ray of sunshine in these dark days." --Booklist Review Quote "From a cute pizza delivery boy to TikTok crushes, daily walks to a homemade mask business, Together, Apart offers a lovely look at what the pandemic experience is like for teens ." -- Book Riot "The stories impeccably capture the teens fears, anger, and anxieties around the pandemic balanced by adorable meet-cutes and the sweetness of early getting-to-know-you attraction." -- Kirkus Reviews "Cleverly plotted, with sympathetic characters, the stories are a ray of sunshine in these dark days ." -- Booklist Promotional "Headline" A collection of original contemporary love stories set during life in lockdown by some of todays most popular YA authors. Excerpt from Book Love, Delivered by Erin A. Craig "This is it!" Mom said brightly, opening the door to my new room with a grand, ceremonial swing. I stepped over the threshold, eyes wide as I took in the high arched ceiling, the oak window seat, and my lamp--a bust of Edgar Allan Poe Id made in ceramics class, already assembled and looking hopelessly out of place against the stark white walls. You and me both, buddy. "What do you think?" Dad asked, coming up behind us. "Just a second," he called down to one of the guys from the moving company. "This is it," I echoed, trying to muster enough cheer to appease them. "Do you like it?" Mom asked, pushing back one of the curtains the previous owners had left behind. It was some sort of floral chintz and would be coming down the second I was alone. "We were going to wait and let you pick for yourself, but then on the tour--this just screamed Millie." It was a cool room, I couldnt deny that. It just wasnt my room. But it was now, I supposed, no matter how I felt. Mom and Dad were both scientists. Researchers who specialized in viral pathology. Mom had gotten a pretty sweet job offer at the University of Michigan, working in the hospital labs during the summers and spending the rest of the year as a professor. Dad was going to stay at home while he worked on writing his first book. Some dry textbook he swore would be in freshman biology classes all over the country. Not a fun book, like the thrillers and mysteries I read. Id never seen them so excited before. We were supposed to leave Memphis in May, allowing me to get through school and still spend part of the summer with my friends, getting to do all our favorite things together one last time. Id have June, July, and August to settle in and hopefully meet some new friends, just before senior year would start. But then COVID-19 broke out and literally everything fell apart. I didnt finish the school year. I didnt get one last concert or film festival, no last Grizz game or barbecue nachos, no cupcakes from Muddys bakery. I didnt even get to say goodbye. Our house--our old house--already had an offer on it, with most of our stuff packed away into boxes and bins when the governor closed the schools, then the stores, then the state. "Stay at home?" I remembered shouting at my parents with an anger completely uncharacteristic of me. "How do you stay at home when we have no home?" Id burst into tears and ran up to my room before they could answer. Mom and Dad had talked late into the night, their furtive whispers filling the house. I could hear them wondering what to do, wondering if they were making the right decision, wondering how wed get through any of this. Less than twenty-four hours later, everything was decided for us. The hospital in Michigan wanted both Mom and Dad working there. Pronto. In the blink of an eye we were supplied letters certifying that my parents were essential, pledging that our movers were essential, swearing up and down that the new house was essential. Everything was essential but my misery. "The light is different here," I said, feeling both sets of their eyes on me now, their concern as heavy as the semi truck parked along our drive. Our lane, as my father insisted calling it. Back in Memphis we hadnt had a driveway. Now we had a lane. Of our own. A lane and a garden and a little old supply shed, painted barn red and outfitted with scalloped white trim. There was no way to deny it. We were country now. "Different?" Mom repeated, glancing about the room as if she could find the source of my discontent and eradicate it as she would a virus. "Its softer," I said, joining her at the window and looking out at the open fields. "Greener." "All those trees, Millie," Dad said, patting at my back. "Look at all those pines." "Theyre pretty," I admitted. And they were. But they didnt hold a candle to the magnolias currently bursting into bloom across my backyard right now. My old backyard, I reminded myself. "Coming, coming!" Dad shouted as a mover called up the stairwell. "Lets get through this day and well celebrate tonight, all right?" He kissed my moms forehead before jogging downstairs. "Celebrate?" Mom nodded and ruffled my dark blond locks. They were long overdue for a trim. Id planned on getting a haircut during spring break, but by then the salons were closed. Dad very helpfully volunteered to lop it all off with his clippers. Um, thanks, no. Id taken to wearing it in a giant topknot instead. "We made it here," she explained. "There were a lot of moments we didnt think it would happen. But we did. And thats worth celebrating, isnt it?" "I suppose so." I ran my finger along the red curtains. They really were terrible. I wanted to say more, but a burly mover stepped into the room, his arms impossibly laden down with boxes marked millie. "Well think up something fun," she said. "I promise." "Ive never hurt so much in my entire life," I said hours later, collapsing onto the rug. The movers had left and for the first time, it was just the three of us in the house. It was simultaneously too quiet yet alive with a host of unfamiliar sounds. The old wooden floorboards squeaked and something in the basement Dad called a sump pump kept issuing unexpected and startling thuds. We hadnt had a basement in our old house and the one here was full of spiderwebs and weird shadows. It felt like that calm before the storm in any horror movie. The happy family moves into a new-to-them-but-still-very-old house, and things are good but night falls and then . . . I paused, waiting for something weird to happen. A box mysteriously toppling over. A flock of birds flying into the window. Blood seeping down the staircase. Nothing stirred and I begrudgingly rolled over. Mom lay sprawled across the couch, her feet propped on too many throw pillows. She was rubbing at her temples as if warding off a headache. Dad was on the floor beside me, trying to stretch out a kink in his back. "What a day," he said, wincing as his spine cracked. "Thats better. What are we doing for dinner, Molly?" "Theres nothing in the fridge," Mom said, opening her eyes. "Well have to go grocery shopping tomorrow." She paused, self-correcting. "Well have to place an order for groceries tomorrow." "Think theyll deliver, all the way out here?" "Well see. Why dont we order in tonight?" She pulled out her phone, fiddling with it for a second before frowning. "I dont have any data, do you?" None of us did. Or reception. This explained a lot. My phone had been unnaturally quiet all day. Id worried my friends in Memphis had already forgotten about me, but maybe there was a whole slew of messages waiting for me, they just couldnt deliver. "Maybe a neighbor has open Wi-Fi?" I swiped hopefully through my settings. "What neighbors?" Dad asked as the available networks list came up completely blank. I stared at it uneasily. This was it. This was where all the scary movie stuff would start happening and there would be no way to call for help. "What . . . what do we do now?" Mom pushed herself off the couch. "I think I saw an actual phone book someplace." "What good will that do? Theres no network." Her laugh carried across the hall. "Theres a landline in the kitchen." Id noticed the olive green phone on the wall when wed first walked through the house. It was one of those old rotary ones with the round plate you swung in a circle to enter the numbers and a spiral cord that hung almost all the way to the floor. "Does it actually work?" I asked, trailing after her curiously. Mom laughed again, her amusement tinkling through the house and almost making it feel like home. She pulled a surprisingly slim yellow pages from a cabinet drawer and blew off a layer of dust. "Mom, that thing has to be a decade old." She flipped through the sections, undeterred. "Looks like our choices are pizza or . . . pizza." "Pizza it is," I said, leaning against her shoulder to read the ads. "Which sounds better--Big Mikes Pizza Haven or Slice of Bliss?" "Bliss me, baby," Dad voted, groaning as he flipped over. "I feel like Big Mike has already done a number on me today." Mom reached for the phone before pausing and pulling out her trusty roll of disinfecting wipes. Shed been carrying them around the house all day, wiping down handles and cabinet doors. She cleaned off the handset, then began dialing. I liked the clicking stutter of the numbers rolling back. "Hi, were new to the area and wondered if you delivered out to the west side of town . . . were on Milner Avenue?" She recited the address and listened for a long moment to his response. "Perfect! Wed like to order a large pepperoni and mushroom. And--we werent able to check online--do you have any salads . . . Great! The Garden Melody, family-sized." From the living room, Dad groaned. I curled the cord around one finger, watching as my skin turned Details ISBN0593375297 Author Auriane Desombre Language English ISBN-10 0593375297 ISBN-13 9780593375297 Format Paperback DEWEY 813.0850806 Year 2020 Publication Date 2020-10-20 Imprint Delacorte Press Pages 272 UK Release Date 2020-10-20 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2020-10-20 NZ Release Date 2020-10-20 US Release Date 2020-10-20 Audience Age 12 Publisher Random House USA Inc Audience Children / Juvenile We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:132106187;

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