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Source ISBN: 9780007580200
Ebook Edition © 2014 ISBN: 9780007580217
Version: 2015-01-06
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
—Mary Oliver, “The Summer Day”
Contents
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Acknowledgments
About the Publisher
“I’m going to miss you.”
Jason’s arms were around me so tightly I could barely breathe, but lack of oxygen wasn’t the reason I didn’t say anything. If I tried to talk I was definitely going to embarrass myself by bawling, so I just nodded.
He kissed the top of my head. “Don’t think of it as being stuck at home. Think of it as a chance to study so you can kick my ass on the SATs.”
“Sure, but will my perfect score come between us?” I asked, my cheek still pressed against his chest. Jason had scored a 2380 on his SATs, just shy of a perfect 2400. Those twenty points were a sore spot with him, and if I ever wanted to get him riled up, all I had to do was get a sad look on my face, sigh, and ask what it was like to have gotten so close to perfection.
“I’m man enough to handle it,” he assured me.
Neither of us said anything about why I’d gotten a crap score on my June SATs, which I’d taken a week after my father broke the news to my mother that
