XL
(Sprache: Englisch)
Fiercely funny, honest, and poignant, this story of a growth spurt gone wrong is perfect for readers who love Becky Albertalli and Jesse Andrews.
WIll Daughtry is a late bloomer--at least, that's what everyone tells him. On his sixteenth...
WIll Daughtry is a late bloomer--at least, that's what everyone tells him. On his sixteenth...
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Fiercely funny, honest, and poignant, this story of a growth spurt gone wrong is perfect for readers who love Becky Albertalli and Jesse Andrews.WIll Daughtry is a late bloomer--at least, that's what everyone tells him. On his sixteenth birthday, Will is just shy of five feet, and he is bitterly resigned to being tiny forever. His only comforts are his best friend and stepbrother, Drew (6'3"), and their pal Monica (5'10"), the girl Will's been quietly pining for since fifth grade. Everyone else literally overlooks him. But with them, he feels whole. That is, until things take an unexpected turn, and he realizes he's really and truly on his own.
That's when he starts to grow. And grow fast. Astonishingly fast. For the first time, Will's happy with his stature, and the world's at his feet (for a change). People see him differently; more important, he sees himself differently. But the highest heights come with some low, low lows, and his most precious relationships suffer excruciating growing pains. Will has to figure out what to do with himself--and all of this new "himself" he never expected to have.
"Outsized in heart and humanity." --Gillian Flynn, bestselling author of Gone Girl and Sharp Objects
"A coming-of-height specimen whose humor you won't outgrow."--Kirkus
"A delightful romp with heart."--Booklist
"Brown gives readers so much to connect to and relate. Characters are sincere, especially in their introspective frustrations about feeling small (physically and metaphorically)."--SLJ
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I woke up to the smell of fear.You know what fear smells like? When you re not quite five feet tall? And turning sixteen?
Cake.
Maybe that s just me.
For normal people, birthdays--the cake, the singing, another candle every year--signify impending adulthood, which is so exciting, you actually appreciate the lame-assery that comes attached. But for us Smalls, birthdays never lose that paper-hat vibe . . . because that s all there is to them. Seeing your name in baby-blue frosting, year after year, from the same exact altitude--well, it has a way of shaming your testicles right back to where they descended from. In my crazier moments, I used to think the parties themselves were keeping me small. Which is why I d come to dread the sound of two little words:
Will! Breakfast!
My dad is such an awful actor, it s almost charming. He s just too straightforward by nature. His inability to fake anything--it makes him a great dad. Makes him a natural with zoo animals, too--zoo animals like a straight talker--so that works out well for him professionally, as a zookeeper. But it makes him just awful at surprise parties. Will! Breakfast! was something my father said precisely once a year. On my birthday. My big day. My big, smoking crater of a day. I woke up, smelled cake, and thought, Oh, God, no.
Which is kind of a shitty thing to think when a cake s been baked for you.
But consider this: a birthday s a promise. Something changes today! By birthday the sixteenth, I d discovered otherwise. Every promise had been broken, five promises running, because biology, God bless, can be a real dick sometimes.
So I stalled in bed. Faked a sleep-in for a precious half hour. Any longer, and masturbation would be suspected. This birthday, like all the rest, just needed to happen as quickly as possible, then vanish again. So I could vanish again.
That was my top-ranked fantasy on the
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morning of my sixteenth birthday. Invisibility. To be a shadow. He who slips past, unseen. With one (very notable) exception, that was as wild as my dreams got. Slipping Past Unseen was how I planned to get through high school, in the hopes that college would be better. And if it wasn t? I d slip past that, too.
There was just one thing I wanted to take with me. Just one person I wanted to be seen by. That Notable Exception.
She s why I wanted to slip through this day with as little trouble as possible and get to what would happen next, the thing I didn t even dare name, even though I d spent the last fortyish nights imagining it.
But first: cake. Should I just rip off the Band-Aid? Or attempt evasive action?
I considered the sycamore outside my window. I could shinny down the trunk in twenty-five seconds, if I had to. Which might ve been impressive in a dude of normal proportions. When I did it, I looked like a performing lemur. Something you d reward for the effort with a slice of mango and a pat on the head.
Have I mentioned how deeply, how furiously I hate pats on the head?
Anyway, I got dressed, like a good lemur. A grateful lemur, desirous of cake.
I took a deep breath and padded downstairs, right into the teeth of it: my birthday ambush.
Birthday ambush! my dad barked, in a voice usually reserved for lemurs that hopped the fence. He came toastering up from behind the love seat--an impressive, slightly scary, always embarrassing maneuver for a middle-aged man, especially one of above-average height.
My father, Brian Daughtry (6¢1²), the zoo s chief primate keeper, was the right size for a keeper. He had presence, like a force field t
There was just one thing I wanted to take with me. Just one person I wanted to be seen by. That Notable Exception.
She s why I wanted to slip through this day with as little trouble as possible and get to what would happen next, the thing I didn t even dare name, even though I d spent the last fortyish nights imagining it.
But first: cake. Should I just rip off the Band-Aid? Or attempt evasive action?
I considered the sycamore outside my window. I could shinny down the trunk in twenty-five seconds, if I had to. Which might ve been impressive in a dude of normal proportions. When I did it, I looked like a performing lemur. Something you d reward for the effort with a slice of mango and a pat on the head.
Have I mentioned how deeply, how furiously I hate pats on the head?
Anyway, I got dressed, like a good lemur. A grateful lemur, desirous of cake.
I took a deep breath and padded downstairs, right into the teeth of it: my birthday ambush.
Birthday ambush! my dad barked, in a voice usually reserved for lemurs that hopped the fence. He came toastering up from behind the love seat--an impressive, slightly scary, always embarrassing maneuver for a middle-aged man, especially one of above-average height.
My father, Brian Daughtry (6¢1²), the zoo s chief primate keeper, was the right size for a keeper. He had presence, like a force field t
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Autoren-Porträt von Scott Brown
Scott Brown grew up in Durham, North Carolina, and began his career in journalism writing for Entertainment Weekly, Wired, GQ, and Time, among others. He was chief drama critic for New York Magazine from 2010 to 2014, and received the 2013-2013 George Jean Nathan Award for Dramatic Criticism. Lately, he's written a lot of TV: HBO's Sharp Objects, based on the novel by Gillian Flynn; WGN's critically acclaimed Manhattan, and the Stephen-King-derived suspenser Castle Rock for Hulu, for which he received a 2018 Writers Guild Award. Scott also co-wrote the book for Beetlejuice the Musical (with Emmy-nominated writer-producer Anthony King) for Warner Bros. Theatricals. Also with King, he co-wrote and co-composed the off-Broadway musical comedy Gutenberg! The Musical! Off the clock, Scott likes to play piano, hang out with his kids, and scream back at the car radio. He lives in Massachusetts. Learn more about Scott on Twitter at @scottabridged.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Scott Brown
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2019, Internationale Ausgabe, 320 Seiten, Maße: 13,9 x 20,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Knopf Books for Young Readers
- ISBN-10: 1984894285
- ISBN-13: 9781984894281
- Erscheinungsdatum: 26.03.2019
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
A witty, remarkable tale of friendship, acceptance, and, yes, growth that will charm adults as well as younger readers. Outsized in heart and humanity, XL is a YA novel that s destined to become a classic. GILLIAN FLYNN, bestselling author of Gone Girl and Sharp Objects This book is a twirling, swirling attack on insecurity that reminded me how hard it is to grow up. This book is so good, I want to punch Scott Brown in the face, which I know is extra horrible, since I am much taller. JOEL STEIN, humanitarian and author of Man Made: A Stupid Quest for Masculinity
It s a cliché to say I couldn t put this book down, but it s also the truth. With a heart as big as its protagonist, and a voice as hilarious as it is poignant, XL is an exceptional YA debut. JENNIFER E. SMITH, bestselling author of The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight and Field Notes on Love
XL is going to be huge! It s about the giant risks we take for our first love, the ways in which growing up sometimes feels like it happens to us, instead of by us, and how we all must learn to understand our own strength. I loved Will Daughtry at every height. You will too. JULIE BUXBAUM, New York Times bestselling author of Tell Me Three Things and Hope and Other Punchlines
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