A Really Awesome Mess
Trish Cook, Brendan Halpin
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A hint of Recovery Road, a sample of Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, and a cut of Juno. A Really Awesome Mess is a laugh-out-loud, gut-wrenching/heart-warming story of two teenagers struggling to find love and themselves.
Two teenagers. Two very bumpy roads taken that lead to Heartland Academy.
Justin was just having fun, but when his dad walked in on him with a girl in a very compromising position, Justin's summer took a quick turn for the worse. His parents' divorce put Justin on rocky mental ground, and after a handful of Tylenol lands him in the hospital, he has really hit rock bottom.
Emmy never felt like part of her family. She was adopted from China. Her parents and sister tower over her and look like they came out of a Ralph Lauren catalog--and Emmy definitely doesn't. After a scandalous photo of Emmy leads to vicious rumors around school, she threatens the boy who started it all on Facebook.
Justin and Emmy arrive at Heartland Academy, a reform school that will force them to deal with their issues, damaged souls with little patience for authority. But along the way they will find a ragtag group of teens who are just as broken, stubborn, and full of sarcasm as themselves. In the end, they might even call each other friends.
A funny, sad, and remarkable story, A Really Awesome Mess is a journey of friendship and self-discovery that teen readers will surely sign up for.
"Alternating between scenes of broad humor and deep emotion, the authors present a realistic perspective on the flaws we all carry with us, and the way friendships can form and strengthen under any circumstances." VOYA 4Q 4P S
Also available in hardcover (ISBN: 978-1-60684-363-5) and e-book (ISBN: 978-1-60684-364-2) formats.
control anyone else’s actions, only how you respond to them. You’ll figure out how to stay out of their way. You’ve only got one more year until college, it’s not that long. Listen, as much as I’m going to be lonely without you as my roommate here, I truly think you’re ready.” The sick look finally drained from Jenny’s face and she grinned at me. “Good thing you have Willy to keep you company then, right?” I tried to smile back, but my anxiety about seeing my fam and the realization that I was
But, in the event that I start feeling normal enough for something like that, you’d be … I mean, you’re like first on the list.” My face was on fire. I didn’t know what to say. She’d just told me she couldn’t be my girlfriend. So why did the air in this Honda Odyssey suddenly feel electric, and why did I want to kiss her? I was so preoccupied I almost didn’t see the Audi TT whiz past us at about twenty miles per hour over the speed limit. “Son of a bitch,” I said. “Nice,” Emmy said. “You know,
it might be good for Justin to hear what I had to say, and for me to say it. But Justin scowled at me. “Since when are you such a philosopher? And since when do you think you’re so healthy? You still weigh basically nothing, you still hate yourself and your life, so who are you to judge me?” “Not judging. Just stating the facts,” I told him, his words landing with a thud in my gut. I’d gone for honesty and it had been received like criticism. Not exactly the effect I’d intended. “Fuck off,” he
supposed to be like, whatever.” “First of all, I’m not like, whatever,” Emmy said. “I like you, you like me, we’re ready to go on Barney and Friends. Second of all, this particular encounter is not going any further than this because I’m not ready for that—don’t say anything, I know I said I wasn’t ready for this much either, but I was wrong, but I’m not wrong about the rest of it. But also because even if I were ready for that, which I’m not and I’m not going to be today so don’t ask, neither
commercials. But my dad? I’d never seen him cry until now. And I was the one causing his pain, which made me feel like the lowest of all life-forms. I didn’t deserve them, or their love. “Mr. Magnusson, why don’t you tell Emmy how you’re really feeling?” I curled up my toes in my sneakers and gripped on to the edge of my seat. I hoped these useless and desperate acts would somehow soften the blow of whatever my dad was going to say next. “I …,” he started shakily. He took a deep breath and