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Zusatztext A Junior Library Guild Selection A Paste Best Young Adult Book of February 2018 An Amazon Best Young Adult Book of the Month (February 2018) One of Bustle 's 17 Best YA Books Coming In February 2017 That Make The Perfect Valentine's Day Dates A Read Brightly 's Best Children’s and YA Book of February 2018 “Surreal! brainy! and totally captivating.” — Booklist ! starred review “Provacative and moving . . . A thoughtful story about choice and destiny.” — Publishers Weekly ! starred review "Hutchinson artfully blends the realistic and the surreal. . . An entirely original take on apocalyptic fiction." — School Library Journal ! starred review Informationen zum Autor Shaun David Hutchinson is the author of numerous books for young adults, including The Past and Other Things That Should Stay Buried , The Apocalypse of Elena Mendoza , At the Edge of the Universe , and We Are the Ants . He also edited the anthologies Violent Ends and Feral Youth and wrote the memoir Brave Face , which chronicles his struggles with depression and coming out during his teenage years. He lives in Seattle, where he enjoys drinking coffee, yelling at the TV, and eating cake. Visit him at ShaunDavidHutchinson.com or on Twitter @ShaunieDarko. Klappentext Includes an excerpt from The past and other things that should stay buried. Leseprobe The Apocalypse of Elena Mendoza ONE THE APOCALYPSE BEGAN at Starbucks. Where else did you expect the end of the world to start? The man standing at the pickup counter lowered his cell phone and glowered at me. “Did you hear me say nonfat?” I’d heard him say it the first time. And the second, third, and fourth. I pressed the button on the espresso machine and lowered the steam wand into the pitcher of nonfat milk, blasting the surface with bubbles. “Hold up,” I shouted over the hiss. “You wanted nonfat milk?” The name on his cup said “Greg.” He looked like a Greg. Or a serial killer. Maybe both. “Yes,” said Greg. “It’s the milk with no fat in it.” “Glad you were here to clear that up for me. Who knows what I might have put in your drink otherwise.” My shift manager, Kyle, stood at the register and flashed me a quick grin while simultaneously rolling his eyes. I finished the man’s double tall nonfat with whip mocha and passed it across the counter to him. He didn’t need to know I’d slipped him two shots of decaf, but I was sure whoever he was going home to would thank me for it. Fadil Himsi had been standing unobtrusively on the other side of the counter, waiting for me to finish. “What a dick,” he said when the man was out of earshot. Fadil had thick dark hair, wide eyes accentuated by heavy black-rimmed glasses, and full lips that hid an almost buck-toothed grin. More geek than chic, he had a body built for running rather than fighting, which kind of worked for him. Not that he did much of either, preferring to spend his time playing his trumpet or tinkering with his computer. “I wish he was the exception.” I washed out my milk pitcher and cleaned the area behind the bar. I was a little overzealous about keeping my station orderly, and it bugged me when I took over from someone who left dirty spoons lying around and dried milk caked on the wands. “So what’re you doing here?” I asked. “Don’t you have band practice?” Living in Arcadia, Florida, meant that there was little to do aside from slowly develop skin cancer at the beach, complain about how there was nothing to do in Arcadia, or hang out...
