This Is Not the Jess Show
(Sprache: Englisch)
Black Mirror meets My So-Called Life in this fast-paced, timely YA thriller about separating fact from fiction-and how far we'll go to create our own version of reality.
Like any other teenager, Jess Flynn is just trying to get through her junior year...
Like any other teenager, Jess Flynn is just trying to get through her junior year...
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Black Mirror meets My So-Called Life in this fast-paced, timely YA thriller about separating fact from fiction-and how far we'll go to create our own version of reality.Like any other teenager, Jess Flynn is just trying to get through her junior year without drama . . . but drama seems to keep finding her. Between a new crush on her childhood best friend, overprotective parents cramping her social life, and her younger sister's worsening health, the only constant is change-and her hometown of Swickley, which feels smaller by the day.
Swickley is getting weirder by the day, too. Half the population has been struck down by a mysterious flu. Conversations end awkwardly when Jess enters the room. And then one day, a tiny, sleek black device-with an apple logo on it-falls out of her best friend's backpack and lands at Jess's feet.
But the year is 1998, and the first iPhone won't exist for another nine years.
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1Three things happened the week I found out. Titanic won a bunch of Oscars, and my sister and I stayed up late to watch because we d never miss a chance to see Leo in a tux. Meanwhile every news anchor was talking about the president, and everywhere I went people repeated that phrase, how he didn t have sexual relations with that woman. I probably should have cared (president, impeachment, important stuff) but another, more pressing matter, had consumed me: I d fallen in love with my best friend.
Tyler. Also known as Ty, Scruggs, or Tyler Michael Scruggs. Formerly known as Bugs, Bugsy Scruggsy, or Fire Crotch (more on that later). We d managed to be friends for six whole years with no feelings whatsoever. We d never got weird with each other, even when we were in the throes of puberty and I was having vivid dreams about hooking up with Zack Morris. Growing up, Tyler had these huge buckteeth and moppy, rust-colored hair. When kids weren t making fun of his smile, they were heckling him for being a ginger, as if that alone were a sin against humanity. It had taken five years of braces to get his two front teeth back inside his head, but now those braces were gone and his smile was kind of . . . well, perfect. Now he was five eight, and his hair was longer and a little darker, and it fell into his eyes when he played the drums. Now he worked out.
I rolled over in bed, my eyes squeezed shut. This thing with Tyler had gotten into my bloodstream and infected my brain. I was never alone because I was always imagining him right beside me. I couldn t stop thinking about the way the sleeves of his tee shirt strained against his biceps. How he closed his eyes and tilted his head back when he played the drums, and you could see the veins in his forearms. He was still the tiniest
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bit bucktoothed, but now he rested the tip of his tongue against the bottom of them when he was deep in thought. Now it was totally hot.
There was a knock on my door. My dad pressed his face into the room, his cheek on the doorframe à la The Shining. Jess, what are you doing? he asked. It s almost seven. Kristen s going to be here soon.
I m alive. I m moving.
But I didn t actually move until he closed the door behind him.
I turned over, watching the tops of the trees sway with the wind. A squirrel ran across the telephone wire. It was the end of March and the cold air had just broken, giving way to spring, so I d slept with my window open for the first time in months. I got up and searched for my jeans and my pink, fuzzy turtleneck, trying not to obsess about the fact that I had band today with Tyler.
Someone was shouting something. It was so far off I couldn t make out the words right away, but it was the relentlessness of it, the repetition that drew me in. It was as steady and sure as a beating heart. Power was the first word I heard with any certainty. The next was harder to make out but it sounded like Forages. Forages, power, forages, power, on and on like that. The words repeated on
an endless loop, but when I stepped into the hallway they sounded farther away.
The TV s not on downstairs, is it?
My dad was sitting on the bottom step now, his broad shoulders hunched forward as he laced up his work boots. The back of his jacket read FLYNN PEST CONTROL in block letters.
There was a knock on my door. My dad pressed his face into the room, his cheek on the doorframe à la The Shining. Jess, what are you doing? he asked. It s almost seven. Kristen s going to be here soon.
I m alive. I m moving.
But I didn t actually move until he closed the door behind him.
I turned over, watching the tops of the trees sway with the wind. A squirrel ran across the telephone wire. It was the end of March and the cold air had just broken, giving way to spring, so I d slept with my window open for the first time in months. I got up and searched for my jeans and my pink, fuzzy turtleneck, trying not to obsess about the fact that I had band today with Tyler.
Someone was shouting something. It was so far off I couldn t make out the words right away, but it was the relentlessness of it, the repetition that drew me in. It was as steady and sure as a beating heart. Power was the first word I heard with any certainty. The next was harder to make out but it sounded like Forages. Forages, power, forages, power, on and on like that. The words repeated on
an endless loop, but when I stepped into the hallway they sounded farther away.
The TV s not on downstairs, is it?
My dad was sitting on the bottom step now, his broad shoulders hunched forward as he laced up his work boots. The back of his jacket read FLYNN PEST CONTROL in block letters.
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Anna Carey
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- Autor: Anna Carey
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2021, International, 304 Seiten, Maße: 13,5 x 20,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Quirk Books
- ISBN-10: 1683692136
- ISBN-13: 9781683692133
- Erscheinungsdatum: 27.01.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
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A 2022 Hal Clement Notable Young Adult BookNamed one of Brightly s Best YA Books Being Published in 2021
One of New York Public Library's Best Books of 2021
A 2022-2023 South Carolina Young Adult Book Award Nominee
It s a dark and distorted mirror of our own extremely strange times, perfect reading for anyone who wants to feel seen without necessarily needing to be looked at.
Shondaland
I read this in a single, compulsive sitting. A fantastically smart, funny, and thoughtful thriller about how our devices manipulate and exploit our closest relationships.
Nicola Yoon, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Everything, Everything and The Sun Is Also a Star
At once thought-provoking and hilarious, This Is Not the Jess Show is a timely, incisive book so masterfully-plotted you won't want to put it down.
Tahereh Mafi, New York Times Bestselling author of the Shatter Me series and A Very Large Expanse of Sea
Nostalgic, romantic, thrilling, and with an exciting twist, I devoured This Is Not The Jess Show and didn't want it to end!
Sara Shepard, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Pretty Little Liars and The Lying Game
I read this book in under 24 hours, if that tells you anything about how thrilling and addictive it is. It has so many smart, insightful things to say about celebrity culture and the entertainment industry.
The Nerd Daily
A thrilling and thought-provoking ride.
Kirkus Reviews
This is Not the Jess Show goes deep in exploring how people live their lives and create their own realities sometimes at a cost.
Foreword Reviews
The fast-paced, intricate plot ramps up Jess's paranoia and frustration, both of which are vividly expressed through her first-person narrative.
Booklist
A fun and thoughtful thriller; this YA novel will please fans of E. Lockhart and Kiera Cass.
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School Library Journal
Fast paced and thrilling.
Bulletin for the Center of Children's Books
This young adult foray offers up surprising plot twists that keep you riveted and reading quickly, with the clever unfolding plot paralleling Jim Carey s The Truman Show.
Mom Central
Fast paced and thrilling.
Bulletin for the Center of Children's Books
This young adult foray offers up surprising plot twists that keep you riveted and reading quickly, with the clever unfolding plot paralleling Jim Carey s The Truman Show.
Mom Central
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