If this doesn’t grab you and make you want to read this book nothing I can say will:
Upon Dash seeing a women in Macy’s 2 days before Christmas pick up a
pair of mittens simulating the thumb of a hitchhiker to the North Pole
the following exchange takes place
Really?
Excuse me?
Aesthetic and utilitarian considerations aside, those mittens
don’t particularly make sense. Why would you want to hitchhike to the
North Pole? Isn’t the whole gimmick of Christmas that there’s home
delivery? You get up there, all you’re going to find is a bunch of
exhausted, grumpy elves. Assuming, of course, that you accept the
mythical presence of a workshop up there, when we all know there isn’t
even a pole at the North Pole, and if global warming continues, there
won’t be any ice, either.
Why don’t you just fuck off?
This is a novel by the authors of Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist.
Sweet, real, sometimes painful. Life, love, being a teenager. I loved this book in such a real way.
(read Sept. 2011)
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