Me vs. the Multiverse: Pleased to Meet Me
(Sprache: Englisch)
What if you suddenly met someone who's you--only better? That's what happens in this hilarious new series for fans of Stuart Gibb's Moon Base Alpha and quirky sci-fi animated shows like Rick and Morty and Regular Show.
It all starts with a note...
It all starts with a note...
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What if you suddenly met someone who's you--only better? That's what happens in this hilarious new series for fans of Stuart Gibb's Moon Base Alpha and quirky sci-fi animated shows like Rick and Morty and Regular Show.It all starts with a note folded into the shape of an origami octopus: "Hi, Me. Yes, you. You're me, and I'm you." If you believe this and the other origami notes that follow--which middle schooler Meade Macon absolutely, positively does NOT--the concept of parallel dimensions is true, and there is a convention full of alternate versions of Meade waiting for his RSVP. It's got to be a joke.
Except . . . the octopus is an origami fold Meade thought he invented. And the note writer has a lot of intel on him that nobody else should know. I mean, he's told his best friend Twig a lot about himself, but he's definitely kept mum about that time he sleepwalk-peed into his Lego container when he was six. Could Me Con be a real thing? And should he go?
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1 The Origami Stalker
So this one time when I was six, I went sleepwalking and peed in my tub of Legos. I never told a soul, and no one in the world could have possibly known. But seven years later, the ugly truth was right there, scrawled on a note inside an origami octopus. I found it first thing in the morning hanging by its arms from the sill of my bedroom window:
Hi, Me,
Yes, you. You re me, and I m you.
Don t believe me? Here s proof. This is stuff only we would know:
1. After peeing in our Lego container while sleepwalking when we were six, we dumped the pieces in the dishwasher. Lego Yoda s lightsaber broke the dishwasher pump, and we got in serious trouble.
2. Since age three, we ve had a recurring nightmare about an otter forcing us to do push-ups and climb ropes in army boot camp.
3. We d never fess up to anyone that greeting card commercials, pet-adoption pop-up stands, and the friendship pictures on Girl Scout cookie boxes always make us a little weepy. So do most Pixar movies. Except maybe Planes.
Anyway, learn more about what we have in common by coming to the Janus Hotel South anytime today. I ll explain more soon.
Ours sincerely,
Me
Though I d never seen this note before in my life, it was written in my handwriting. Not the neat writing I attempted for teachers, but the unreadable scrawl I used the rest of the time.
It only got weirder from there. Whoever had made the octopus used a special fold I d invented and thought nobody else knew how to do. I d dreamed it up from the picture of a real-life Atlantic pygmy octopus I saw in one of Dad s National Geographics, where I got most of my origami ideas. I must have made it hundreds of times, but I d only
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ever shown my best friend, Twig, how to do the folds. Smart as she was, she d never gotten the hang of it.
If she hadn t folded it, who had?
I looked out the window and saw no sign of anybody. Maybe this was Twig s idea of a joke. She could have swiped one of my old octopus folds and mimicked my writing easily enough. But that just didn t seem like something she d do. Besides, how would she have known my deepest, darkest secrets? I d told her a lot about myself, but I d stayed mum on the Legos and the pee. And the greeting card commercials, for that matter.
Then there was the Janus Hotel. Why would anybody want to meet at an abandoned building like that? I was pretty sure my parents had met for the first time at some conference there way back when, but the place had been out of business for a few years now.
I reread the note a half dozen times as I got ready for school and headed downstairs to breakfast. It was one of those mornings when Mom sat at the table and Dad stood at the counter so they didn t have to talk to each other. That was how they fought--arguing without actually saying anything.
When I walked in, they strapped weak smiles on their faces. They weren t very good actors. Before either of them could start in with the public service announcements ( Use a fork, not your fingers, Chew with your lips closed, Fart in private, not at the table ), I asked a question: Didn t you used to go to some conference at the old Janus Hotel?
Dad s face turned dreamy. He always got this way when he remembered the early days of Me Co., the fitness-watch company he d started before I was born. Why, yes, Meade, I had a lot of great conferences there.
Ahem, said Mom. She actually said
If she hadn t folded it, who had?
I looked out the window and saw no sign of anybody. Maybe this was Twig s idea of a joke. She could have swiped one of my old octopus folds and mimicked my writing easily enough. But that just didn t seem like something she d do. Besides, how would she have known my deepest, darkest secrets? I d told her a lot about myself, but I d stayed mum on the Legos and the pee. And the greeting card commercials, for that matter.
Then there was the Janus Hotel. Why would anybody want to meet at an abandoned building like that? I was pretty sure my parents had met for the first time at some conference there way back when, but the place had been out of business for a few years now.
I reread the note a half dozen times as I got ready for school and headed downstairs to breakfast. It was one of those mornings when Mom sat at the table and Dad stood at the counter so they didn t have to talk to each other. That was how they fought--arguing without actually saying anything.
When I walked in, they strapped weak smiles on their faces. They weren t very good actors. Before either of them could start in with the public service announcements ( Use a fork, not your fingers, Chew with your lips closed, Fart in private, not at the table ), I asked a question: Didn t you used to go to some conference at the old Janus Hotel?
Dad s face turned dreamy. He always got this way when he remembered the early days of Me Co., the fitness-watch company he d started before I was born. Why, yes, Meade, I had a lot of great conferences there.
Ahem, said Mom. She actually said
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Autoren-Porträt von S. G. Wilson
S. G. WILSON lives in Austin, Texas, with his partner, kids, and cats (plus a bearded dragon). He was born and raised in Elizabethtown, Kentucky, and graduated from Ball State University with a degree in English and journalism. He lived and worked in New York as a magazine writer and editor for the better part of a decade. As a freelance journalist (writing as one of several Steve Wilsons out there), he's covered pop culture, technology, travel, parenting, food, and other topics for the New York Times, GQ, Newsweek, Travel & Leisure, Smithsonian, Salon, and other publications. He also cowrote the biography Center Square: The Paul Lynde Story (Advocate Books, 2005). He's a member of SCBWI and the Kids Listen Network.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: S. G. Wilson
- Altersempfehlung: 8 - 12 Jahre
- 2021, 288 Seiten, Maße: 13,3 x 19,5 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 1984895788
- ISBN-13: 9781984895783
- Erscheinungsdatum: 03.09.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"Clever and cheerworthy on more than just an allegorial level. Stay tuned for further button pushing." --Booklist, starred review"This fun, quick read will appeal to kids who like humor and adventure without the scary." --School Library Journal
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