Going Bovine
(Sprache: Englisch)
Der 16-jährige Cameron will die High-School, sowie das Leben im Großen und Ganzen, mit möglichst wenig Aufwand abwickeln. Das ist nicht zuviel verlangt. Doch dann erfährt er, dass er krank ist. Und sterben wird. Das ist echt das Letzte! Doch dann kommt...
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Der 16-jährige Cameron will die High-School, sowie das Leben im Großen und Ganzen, mit möglichst wenig Aufwand abwickeln. Das ist nicht zuviel verlangt. Doch dann erfährt er, dass er krank ist. Und sterben wird. Das ist echt das Letzte! Doch dann kommt Hoffnung in geflügelter Form: Dulcie, ein verrückter Punkengel - oder doch eine Halluzination? Sie erzählt Cam von einer Möglichkeit, die Krankheit zu heilen, falls er wirklich willens ist, sich auf die Suche zu machen...
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From the author of the Gemma Doyle trilogy and The Diviners series, this groundbreaking New York Times bestseller and winner of the Michael L. Printz Award for literary excellence is "smart, funny, and layered," raves Entertainment Weekly.All 16-year-old Cameron wants is to get through high school and life in general with a minimum of effort. It s not a lot to ask. But that s before he s given some bad news: he s sick and he s going to die. Which totally sucks. Hope arrives in the winged form of Dulcie, a loopy punk angel/possible hallucination with a bad sugar habit. She tells Cam there is a cure if he s willing to go in search of it. With the help of a death-obsessed, video-gaming dwarf and a yard gnome, Cam sets off on the mother of all road trips through a twisted America . . . into the heart of what matters most.
From acclaimed author Libba Bray comes a dark comedic journey that poses the questions: Why are we here? What is real? What makes microwave popcorn so good? Why must we die? And how do we really learn to live?
"A hilarious and hallucinatory quest." The New York Times
"Sublimely surreal." People
"Libba Bray's fabulous new book will, with any justice, be a cult classic. The kind of book you take with you to college, in the hopes that your roommate will turn out to have packed their own copy, too. Reading it is like discovering an alternate version of The Phantom Tollbooth, where Holden Caulfield has hit Milo over the head and stolen his car, his token, and his tollbooth. There's adventure and tragedy here, a sprinkling of romance, musical interludes, a battle-ready yard gnome who's also a Norse God, and practically a chorus line of physicists. Which reminds me: will someone, someday, take Going Bovine and turn it into a musical, preferably a rock opera? I want the sound track, the program, the T-shirt, and front row
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CHAPTER ONEIn Which I Introduce Myself
The best day of my life happened when I was five and almost died at Disney World.
I m sixteen now, so you can imagine that s left me with quite a few days of major suckage.
Like Career Day? Really? Do we need to devote an entire six hours out of the high school year to having life counselors tell you all the jobs you could potentially blow at? Is there a reason for dodgeball? Pep rallies? Rad soda commercials featuring Parker Day s smug, fake-tanned face? I ask you.
But back to the best day of my life, Disney, and my near-death experience.
I know what you re thinking: WTF? Who dies at Disney World? It s full of spinning teacups and magical princesses and big-assed chipmunks walking around waving like it s absolutely normal for jumbo-sized stuffed animals to come to life and pose for photo ops. Like, seriously.
I don t remember a whole lot about it. Like I said, I was five. I do remember that it was hot. Surreal hot. The kind of hot that makes people shell out their life savings for a bottle of water without even bitching about it. Even the stuffed animals started looking less like smiling, playful woodland creatures and more like furry POWs on a forced march through Toonland. That s how we ended up on the subterranean It s a Small World ride and how I nearly bit it at the place where America goes for fun.
I don t know if you ve ever experienced the Small World ride. If so, you can skip this next part. Honestly, you won t hurt my feelings, and I won t tell the other people reading this what an asshole you are the minute you go into the other room.
Where was I?
Oh, right so much we share, time aware, small world. After all.
So. Small World ride, brief sum-up: Long-ass wait in incredibly slow-moving line. Then you re put into this floating barge and set adrift on a river that winds through a smiling underworld of animatronic kids from every country on the planet singing along in their various
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native tongues to the extremely catchy, upbeat song.
Did I mention it s about a ten-minute ride?
Of the same song?
In English, Spanish, Swahili, and Japanese?
I m not going to lie to you; I loved it. Dude, I said to myself, this is the shit. Or something like that in five-year-old speak. I want to live in this new Utopia of singing children of all nations. With luck, the Mexican kids will let me wear their que festivo sombreros. And the smiling Swedes will welcome me into their happy Nordic hoedown. Välkommen, y all. I will ride the pink fuzzy camel in some vaguely defined Middle Eastern country (but the one with pink fuzzy camels) and shake a leg with the can-can dancers in Gay Paree.
Bonjour.
Bienvenido.
Guten Tag.
Jambo.
I was with the three people who were my world Mom, Dad, my twin sister, Jenna and for one crazy moment, we were all laughing and smiling and sharing the same experience, and it was good. Maybe it was too good. Because I started to get scared.
I don t know exactly how I made the connection, but right around Iceland, apparently, I got the idea that this was the after?life. Sure, I had heatstroke and had eaten enough sugar to induce coma, but really, it makes sense in a weird way. It s dark. It s creepy. And suddenly, everybody s getting along a little too well, singing the same song. Or maybe it had to do with my mom. She used to teach English classics, heavy on the mythology, at the university B.C. (Before Children) and liked to pepper her bedtime stories with occasional bits about Valhalla or Ovid or the River Styx leading to the underworld and other cheery sweet-dreams matter. We re a fun crew. You should see us on holidays.
Whatever it was, I was convinced that
Did I mention it s about a ten-minute ride?
Of the same song?
In English, Spanish, Swahili, and Japanese?
I m not going to lie to you; I loved it. Dude, I said to myself, this is the shit. Or something like that in five-year-old speak. I want to live in this new Utopia of singing children of all nations. With luck, the Mexican kids will let me wear their que festivo sombreros. And the smiling Swedes will welcome me into their happy Nordic hoedown. Välkommen, y all. I will ride the pink fuzzy camel in some vaguely defined Middle Eastern country (but the one with pink fuzzy camels) and shake a leg with the can-can dancers in Gay Paree.
Bonjour.
Bienvenido.
Guten Tag.
Jambo.
I was with the three people who were my world Mom, Dad, my twin sister, Jenna and for one crazy moment, we were all laughing and smiling and sharing the same experience, and it was good. Maybe it was too good. Because I started to get scared.
I don t know exactly how I made the connection, but right around Iceland, apparently, I got the idea that this was the after?life. Sure, I had heatstroke and had eaten enough sugar to induce coma, but really, it makes sense in a weird way. It s dark. It s creepy. And suddenly, everybody s getting along a little too well, singing the same song. Or maybe it had to do with my mom. She used to teach English classics, heavy on the mythology, at the university B.C. (Before Children) and liked to pepper her bedtime stories with occasional bits about Valhalla or Ovid or the River Styx leading to the underworld and other cheery sweet-dreams matter. We re a fun crew. You should see us on holidays.
Whatever it was, I was convinced that
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Autoren-Porträt von Libba Bray
Libba Bray is the New York Times bestselling author of the Gemma Doyle trilogy (A Great and Terrible Beauty, Rebel Angels, and The Sweet Far Thing); the Michael L. Printz Award-winning Going Bovine; Beauty Queens, an L.A. Times Book Prize finalist; and The Diviners series. She is originally from Texas but makes her home in Brooklyn, New York, with her husband, son, and two sociopathic cats. Visit her at www.libbabray.com and at @libbabray on Twitter and Instagram.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Libba Bray
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2010, 496 Seiten, Maße: 13,2 x 20,1 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0385733984
- ISBN-13: 9780385733984
- Erscheinungsdatum: 10.10.2014
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"Libba Bray not only breaks the mold of the ubiquitous dying-teenager genre she smashes it and grinds the tiny pieces into the sidewalk. For the record, I'd go anywhere she wanted to take me." The New York Times"Offer this to fans of Douglas Adams's Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy seeking more inspired lunacy." Publishers Weekly, Starred Review
"An unforgettable, nearly indefinable fantasy . . . wholly unique, ambitious, tender, thought-provoking, and often fall-off-the-chair funny." Booklist, Starred Review
"Readers will have a great time." The Horn Book
"It's a trip worth taking." SLJ
"Here's one book about dying that has a wicked sense of humor." The Denver Post
"A laugh-out-loud tear-jerking fantastical voyage into the meaning of what is real in life." VOYA
"A very messed-up book, but in a good way. . . .Hilarious, random, surreal and thought-provoking." Guys Lit Wire
One of Entertainment Weekly's 8 Great Road-Trip Books
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Winner of the Michael L. Printz Award
A Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year
An Indie Next Pick
A Booklist Books for Youth Editors' Choice
An ALA Best Book for Young Adults
A Chicago Public Library Best of the Best book
A New York Public Library Book for the Teen Age
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