Zusatztext "It's a dark novel! particularly as things fall apart and stop working (many people abandon even important posts to be with their loved ones)! but Wallach uses black humor! sharp literary references (Vonnegut gets some attention! for example)! and startlingly beautiful moments of true kindness to balance the dismal aspects." Informationen zum Autor Tommy Wallach is the author of the Anchor & Sophia trilogy, Thanks for the Trouble , and the New York Times bestselling We All Looked Up , which has been translated into over a dozen languages. His writing has appeared in McSweeney's , Tin House , Wired , and other magazines, and he is a MacDowell Fellow. He was signed to Decca Records as a singer-songwriter, and has independently released two full-length albums, including We All Looked Up: The Album , a companion record to his first novel. He currently lives in Los Angeles, where he recently opened up his first escape room, and is working on bringing his novels to various sorts of screens. Grok more at TommyWallach.com. Klappentext Includes a Q & A with the author and a sneak peek of Strange fire.We All Looked Up Peter IT'S NOT THE END OF the world, Stacy said. Peter looked down. He'd been staring vacantly at the sky, replaying his brief conversation with Mr. McArthur in his head. He still wasn't sure what to make of it. What? I said it's not the end of the world. So one person doesn't like you. Who cares? You really think he doesn't like me? Stacy groaned. They'd already been talking about this for fifteen minutes, which, in Peter's experience, was about fourteen minutes longer than his girlfriend liked to talk about any serious subject. I don't know. Maybe he's jealous of you or something. Why would he be jealous of me? Because, like . . . She flipped her hair to one side of her head, then back again. Peter had never understood why she did that; maybe she'd seen it in a shampoo commercial or something. She did have great hair, thougha shoo-in for best in school, when yearbook time came aroundlong and latte brown, the same smooth, glossy texture as a basketball jersey. You have all this potential, you know? Like your whole life in front of you. And he's stuck in this shit school teaching the same shit history over and over again. If I had to do what he does every year, I'd probably end up hanging myself in a supply closet or something. I guess. The thought had never crossed his mind, that a teacher might be jealous of a student. As a little kid, Peter had figured that once you reached a certain age, somebody just handed you all the knowledge you'd need in order to be an adult. But it turned out that wasn't how it worked at all. Peter's dad had recently admitted that even at the age of fifty-two, he sometimes woke up with the absolute certainty that he was only twenty-four, with his whole life still spread out before him like an untouched Thanksgiving dinner. It was just one of the many mysteries of getting older, along with male pattern baldness, midlife crises, and erectile dysfunction. Of course the only alternative to going through all that stuff, to slowly losing your looks and your teeth and your hair and finally your mind, was to bite the big one early, which nobody wanted to do. Mr. McArthur was bald. Maybe he had erectile dysfunction, too. And really, what right did Peter have to be pissed at some aging high school history teacher, when his own life was so freakishly, criminally good? In his three and a half years at Hamilton, he'd started on the basketball team four times. He'd been to state twice and nationals once. He'd lost his virginity to Stacy, been given a sweet Jeep for his sixteenth birthday, and ended up good and was...

"It’s a dark novel, particularly as things fall apart and stop working (many people abandon even important posts to be with their loved ones), but Wallach uses black humor, sharp literary references (Vonnegut gets some attention, for example), and startlingly beautiful moments of true kindness to balance the dismal aspects."

Autorentext

Tommy Wallach is the author of the Anchor & Sophia trilogy, Thanks for the Trouble, and the *New York Times *bestselling We All Looked Up, which has been translated into over a dozen languages. His writing has appeared in McSweeney’s, Tin House, Wired, and other magazines, and he is a MacDowell Fellow. He was signed to Decca Records as a singer-songwriter, and has independently released two full-length albums, including We All Looked Up: The Album, a companion record to his first novel. He currently lives in Los Angeles, where he recently opened up his first escape room, and is working on bringing his novels to various sorts of screens. Grok more at TommyWallach.com.

Klappentext

Includes a Q & A with the author and a sneak peek of Strange fire.

Zusammenfassung
Four high school seniors put their hopes, hearts, and humanity on the line as an asteroid hurtles toward Earth in Tommy Wallach’s New York Times bestselling “stunning debut” (Kirkus Reviews, starred review).

They always say that high school is the best time of your life.

Peter, the star basketball player at his school, is worried “they” might actually be right. Meanwhile Eliza can’t wait to escape Seattle—and her reputation—and perfect-on-paper Anita wonders if admission to Princeton is worth the price of abandoning her real dreams. Andy, for his part, doesn’t understand all the fuss about college and career—the future can wait.

Or can it? Because it turns out the future is hurtling through space with the potential to wipe out life on Earth. As these four seniors—along with the rest of the planet—wait to see what damage an asteroid will cause, they must abandon all thoughts of the future and decide how they’re going to spend what remains of the present.

Leseprobe
We All Looked Up

Peter

“IT’S NOT THE END OF the world,” Stacy said.

Peter looked down. He’d been staring vacantly at the sky, replaying his brief conversation with Mr. McArthur in his head. He still wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“What?”

“I said it’s not the end of the world. So one person doesn’t like you. Who cares?”

“You really think he doesn’t like me?”

Stacy groaned. They’d already been talking about this for fifteen minutes, which, in Peter’s experience, was about fourteen minutes longer than his girlfriend liked to talk about any serious subject.

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s jealous of you or something.”

“Why would he be jealous of me?”

“Because, like . . .” She flipped her hair to one side of her head, then back again. Peter had never understood why she did that; maybe she’d seen it in a shampoo commercial or something. She did have great hair, though—a shoo-in for best in school, when yearbook time came around—long and latte brown, the same smooth, glossy texture as a basketball jersey. “You have all this potential, you know? Like your whole life in front of you. And he’s stuck in this shit school teaching the same shit history over and over again. If I had to do what he does every year, I’d probably end up hanging myself in a supply closet or something.”

“I guess.”

The thought had never crossed his mind, that a teacher might be jealous of a student. As a little kid, Peter had figured that once you reached a certain age, somebody just handed you all the knowledge you’d need in order to be an adult. But it turned out that wasn’t how it worked at all. Peter’s dad had recently admitted that even at the age of fifty-two, he sometimes woke up with th…