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Zusatztext 44609215 Informationen zum Autor Meg Rosoff grew up in Boston and worked in advertising for fifteen years before writing her first novel, How I Live Now , which has sold more than one million copies in thirty-six territories. It won the Guardian Children’s Fiction Prize, the Printz Award, was short-listed for the Orange Prize and made into a film. Her subsequent five novels have been awarded or short-listed for, among others, the Carnegie Medal and the National Book Award. The laureate of the 2016 Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award, she lives in London with her husband, daughter, and two dogs. Klappentext "[A] comic masterpiece." -People magazine's "Book of the Week" "A charming comedy on love, friendship, and the surprising influence of man's best friend." -Harper's Bazaar National Book Award finalist and bestselling author Meg Rosoff's charming, hilarious new novel about a young New Yorker's search for happiness and the two dogs who help him find it-the perfect summer read Jonathan Trefoil's boss is unhinged, his relationship baffling, and his apartment just the wrong side of legal. His girlfriend wants to marry someone just like him-only richer and with a different sense of humor. He doesn't remember life being this confusing, back before everyone expected him to act like a grown-up. When his brother asks him to look after his dogs, Jonathan's world view begins to shift. Could a border collie and a cocker spaniel hold the key to life, the universe, and everything? Their sly maneuvering on daily walks and visits to the alluring vet suggest that human emotional intelligence may not be top dog after all. A funny, wise romantic comedy set in Manhattan, Jonathan Unleashed is a story of tangled relationships, friendships, and dogs. Rosoff's novel is for anyone wondering what to be when they grow up, and how on earth to get there. Leseprobe ***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof*** Copyright © 2016 Meg Rosoff 1 Jonathan came home from work one day to find the dogs talking about him. They weren’t even his dogs. “Just a few months, six maximum? Don’t worry about changing your lifestyle,” his brother pleaded. “Take them out before you go to work and when you get home again in the evening. They’re great dogs and won’t trash your place. Honest, you’ll love them.” James (typically, it had to be said) had understated the nature of the ask. He never once mentioned the byzantine quality of his dogs’ inner lives, the practical and spiritual difficulties of caring for other sentient beings, the intense and constant scrutiny to which Jonathan was now subject. Jonathan very much wanted the dogs to be happy, but it was turning out not to be as simple as walks and bones. Sissy padded up beside him and sat at his feet, looking yearningly into his face as if searching for the key to her future. She emitted a soft whine, a pleading noise that might have meant anything — I’m hungry, I need more love, we’re bored here all day, please turn over the reins to your life so we can sort you out. Jonathan stared. The reins to his life? He hadn’t even known his life had reins. And if it did, would it be wise to turn them over to a dog? He pointed at her bed. “Lie down,” he said. “And stop confounding me with impossible philosophical options.” Her back was to him now, as was Dante’s, their heads together. Awww, he might once have thought. But now he squinted at them, anxious. Were they plotting to take over his life? And if so, how? He had to admit it was nice being greeted with enthusiasm when he came home from a hard day at the advertising coal mine. Long walks took the place of going to the gym, and the dogs’ ability to sleep calmed him, took the edge off work. They were good-looking dogs, and people stopped him on the street to admire hi...
