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Zusatztext "The protagonist is a realistic and sympathetic heroine whose struggles with body image, love, and family issues will resonate with teens." — School Library Journal "Give this to readers who like the character-driven novels of authors such as Sarah Dessen, Sara Zarr, or Lauren Miracle." — Booklist " Full of heart." — Kirkus "Short chapters, framed around Aden’s memories and interactions, leap from one challenge to the next in a way that makes the story a fast, engrossing read."-- Publishers Weekly Informationen zum Autor Jessie Hilb holds a Masters in Social Work and lives in Boulder, Colorado with her family and ever-loyal herding dog. She constantly reinvents herself. The Calculus of Change is her first novel. Visit her online at jessiehilb.com and on Twitter at @JessieHilb. Klappentext A poignant and empowering teen novel of grief, unrequited love, and finding comfort in one's own skin.Aden isn't looking for love in her senior year. She's much more focused on things like getting a solo gig at Ike's and keeping her brother from illegal herbal recreation. But when Tate walks into Calculus class wearing a yarmulke and a grin, Aden's heart is gone in an instant.The two are swept up in a tantalizingly warm friendship, complete with long drives with epic soundtracks and deep talks about life, love, and spirituality. With Tate, Aden feels closer to her mom-and her mom's faith-than she has since her mother died years ago. Everyone else-even Aden's brother and her best friend-can see their connection, but does Tate?Navigating uncertain romance and the crises of those she loves, Aden must decide how she chooses to see herself and how to honor her mom's memory. ME Immediately I want him. Not because he has pierced ears. Not because he has unruly brown hair and gray-blue eyes. I want Tate Newman because he is wearing a two-toned blue handwoven yarmulke atop his head. It’s like he’s wearing a piece of his soul outside himself. I’ve been watching him for a few weeks now. We have math together, which is where I noticed the yarmulke. He’s just returned from a summer trip to Israel with a big group of Jewish kids from Bentley. He’s the only one in the group still wearing his yarmulke, and when I look at him, I see audacity and spirit, and I want those things in my life. I decide I want him in my life. “Aden.” He says my name like we’ve talked a million times before. “Tate.” I wonder if he can hear the nervous laughter behind my voice. “Calculus,” he says. And I know exactly what he means. “Calculus,” I say. So this is how we meet. We meet after school in the hallway of Bentley High over happenstance and a calculus problem. He couldn’t know that I have a secret passion for all things calculus. Calculus, as it has been described by our math teacher, “is the study of change.” I like the idea of infinitesimal change. Small change in several steps makes sense to me because it feels like somehow I can control it. I am in charge of getting the numbers and symbols where they need to go. And though from start to finish it looks different on paper, I am really showing the tiniest shift. What I can’t control in real life is the sudden, catastrophic change that often comes without steps or warning and makes life insufferably different. Like a dead mom. Calculus? Calculus is change I can wrap my head around. “Aden.” He says it again. My name. “Yes,” I say, answering the question he hasn’t asked yet. “I can help you with the calculus problem.” “Thank you,” he says. I’m smiling again, and I notice when he looks at me he cocks his head a little like he’s trying to figure me out. “What?” I say. “Fast friends.” “Fast friends?” I let ...
