How It All Blew Up
(Sprache: Englisch)
Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda goes to Italy in Arvin Ahmadi's newest incisive look at identity and what it means to find yourself by running away.
Eighteen-year-old Amir Azadi always knew coming out to his Muslim family would be messy-he just didn't...
Eighteen-year-old Amir Azadi always knew coming out to his Muslim family would be messy-he just didn't...
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Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda goes to Italy in Arvin Ahmadi's newest incisive look at identity and what it means to find yourself by running away.Eighteen-year-old Amir Azadi always knew coming out to his Muslim family would be messy-he just didn't think it would end in an airport interrogation room. But when faced with a failed relationship, bullies, and blackmail, running away to Rome is his only option. Right?
Soon, late nights with new friends and dates in the Sistine Chapel start to feel like second nature…until his old life comes knocking on his door. Now, Amir has to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth to a US Customs officer, or risk losing his hard-won freedom.
At turns uplifting and devastating, How It All Blew Up is Arvin Ahmadi's most powerful novel yet, a celebration of how life's most painful moments can live alongside the riotous, life-changing joys of discovering who you are.
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Interrogation Room 37Amir
First, let me get one thing straight: I m not a terrorist. I m gay. I can see from the look on your face that you re skeptical, and I get it. People like me aren t supposed to exist, let alone make an admission like that in a situation like this. But I assure you, I m real. I m here. I m Iranian. And I m gay. I just needed to get that off my chest before we started, since you asked why my family and I were fighting on that plane. It had nothing to do with terrorism and everything to do with me.
Okay, I ll assume from the way you re clearing your throat that I should probably stick to the questions. Sorry, sir. I didn t mean to be disrespectful.
My name is Amir Azadi. I m eighteen years old.
I was in Rome for about a month. Yes, like Italy. I don t know exactly how many days I was there.
I lived in multiple apartments in Rome. I can get you the addresses if you d like. My family found me in the Italian countryside yesterday. I willingly went back with them. I can t really say why it happened so fast and then we fought on the plane, which is, I guess, why I m in here.
It was such a huge whirlwind of emotions that I didn t even notice when the flight attendants started pulling the four of us apart. They put us in separate parts of the plane. One of them was actually really kind to me. Family can take a while, he said as he buckled me into a pull-down seat in the aircraft kitchen. He had an earring in his nose. Slick blond hair. Trust me, kid, we ve all been there. He even let me have one of those snack packs with the hummus and pita chips, which was nice, considering I was being detained.
As soon as we landed, Customs and Border Protection took our passports and escorted us from the plane to a holding room in the airport. Soraya my little sister kept asking what was going on, and my mom kept telling her to be quiet.
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They told us to sit and wait until our names were called. We were glued to those chairs. Soraya took out her phone and one of the officers barked at her to turn it off. My mom snatched it from her hand. After what felt like forever, one of the male officers entered the room and looked sternly at my dad. Mr. Azadi. Please come with me. My dad didn t ask any questions. He just went. Then a minute later, I got pulled into this room.
Was I in touch with any organizations while I was in Rome? Oh God. You must think I ran away to join ISIS, don t you? You probably think they recruited me to their Italian satellite office. Sir, I don t mean to belittle the evils of the world, but those guys would never take a fruit like me.
I m sorry we scared all those people on that plane, I really am. I wish I hadn t exploded at my parents like that, all spit and tears and hysteria, on an airplane. Especially being, you know. Of a certain complexion. But at the end of the day, I d much rather be in this airport interrogation room than back in the closet.
You asked me why we were fighting, sir, and to answer that question, I ll have to start at the very beginning.
Ten Months Ago
It was the first day of school, and I was already sweating in my seat. As if it wasn t torture enough to sit through transfer orientation, the classroom was as hot as an oven. Figures I move farther south of the Mason-Dixon line and the air conditioner decides to crap out.
The senior class president was fanning himself with a manila folder in the front of the classroom. He was about to introduce us to our buddies student government leaders and athletes, clearly, who
They told us to sit and wait until our names were called. We were glued to those chairs. Soraya took out her phone and one of the officers barked at her to turn it off. My mom snatched it from her hand. After what felt like forever, one of the male officers entered the room and looked sternly at my dad. Mr. Azadi. Please come with me. My dad didn t ask any questions. He just went. Then a minute later, I got pulled into this room.
Was I in touch with any organizations while I was in Rome? Oh God. You must think I ran away to join ISIS, don t you? You probably think they recruited me to their Italian satellite office. Sir, I don t mean to belittle the evils of the world, but those guys would never take a fruit like me.
I m sorry we scared all those people on that plane, I really am. I wish I hadn t exploded at my parents like that, all spit and tears and hysteria, on an airplane. Especially being, you know. Of a certain complexion. But at the end of the day, I d much rather be in this airport interrogation room than back in the closet.
You asked me why we were fighting, sir, and to answer that question, I ll have to start at the very beginning.
Ten Months Ago
It was the first day of school, and I was already sweating in my seat. As if it wasn t torture enough to sit through transfer orientation, the classroom was as hot as an oven. Figures I move farther south of the Mason-Dixon line and the air conditioner decides to crap out.
The senior class president was fanning himself with a manila folder in the front of the classroom. He was about to introduce us to our buddies student government leaders and athletes, clearly, who
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Arvin Ahmadi
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- Autor: Arvin Ahmadi
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2021, 304 Seiten, Maße: 14,1 x 20,9 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0593202899
- ISBN-13: 9780593202890
- Erscheinungsdatum: 24.09.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
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Raves for How It All Blew Up:Arvin Ahmadi has written a novel that is authentic, hilarious, and heart-wrenching all at once. A unique point of view combined with riveting storytelling, How It All Blew Up will grab you from the first page and won t let go. Angie Thomas, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Hate U Give and On the Come Up
Arvin Ahmadi s dazzling and ingenious new novel crackles with the terrifying exhilaration of facing up to who you are and who you want to be. Amir s journey leads him from the confines of the closet to the bacchanal of Rome, to an airport interrogation room, and, ultimately, to his true self. Gayle Forman, #1 New York Times bestselling author of If I Stay
I was so stunned and moved and absolutely gobsmacked by this masterpiece of a story. Every single beat was perfect, and oh, how it blew me away. I truly believe we ll be talking about this book decades from now as a classic. Becky Albertalli, New York Times bestselling author of Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda
Arvin Ahmadi's finest hour is here with How It All Blew Up. The compelling cast, heart-in-your-throat tension, eye-opening joy, and epic discoveries count down to a dramatic ticking time-bomb of a finale that will leave readers astonished. Adam Silvera, New York Times bestselling author of They Both Die at the End
Filled to the brim with heart, wit, tenderness, and hope, How It All Blew Up had me savoring every page. Like a fine Italian meal, it left me so utterly satisfied, I don t know how anything can compare. This book is perfect. Adib Khorram, award-winning author of Darius the Great Is Not Okay
A story brimming with honesty, passion, and strength. Sara Farizan, award-winning author of If You Could Be Mine
* "A funny and propulsive read, nuanced and full of heart." SLJ, starred review
"Ahmadi s writing is gripping, taking readers through the myriad emotions a
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gay Muslim teen experiences growing up in a country whose government is looking for an excuse to demonize Muslims." Kirkus Reviews
"[A] moving and well-written coming-of-age novel." Publishers Weekly
"A fully realized, deeply sympathetic character.... The result is compelling." Booklist
"[A] moving and well-written coming-of-age novel." Publishers Weekly
"A fully realized, deeply sympathetic character.... The result is compelling." Booklist
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