Russel Middlebrook is back in this sequel to Brent Hartinger's GEOGRAPHY CLUB. This novel picks up right where the last one left off--Russel has been outed to his entire high school and now he is known as "the gay kid." Eager to escape, he jumps at the chance to be a summer camp counselor with hi...
Geography Club is a young adult book that doesn’t feature a gay utopia but instead depicts a realistic high school with students that aren’t especially noble or inspiring. These are the types of teenagers that exist in every high school, struggling to get through the minefield of social acceptanc...
The guy looked at me with a stare that would have frozen antifreeze."You the new groupie, huh?""Yeah," I said. "So?""So no one wants you here. Why don't you go back where you came from?"I can't go back, I wanted to say. That was the thing about living in a group home. There was nowhere for me to ...
"Really?" I said. "Me?" It was a little like one of those moments in movies where the loser main character is glancing around to make sure he's really the person being spoken to. I stopped thinking about Kevin, that's for sure. "Really," he said. He climbed out of the Dump...
After we dried off, we joined the others in the main room. "It's really coming down," I said. "It is," Vernie said, sitting in a chair by the window with her Kindle. "D-four," Ruby said. She and Nate were playing Battleship at the dining room table. "Miss," Nate said. I looked around the room. I ...
She'd given me her phone number, so I decided to call and just ask her out. She liked to be outspoken? Well, that happened to be my specialty. There was no way she was going to out-outspeak me. "Hello?" she said on the other end of the phone. "Hey,"...
The book jacket design for this project was generously donated by Philip Malaczewski. He's wonderful to work with. Contact him at [email protected]. Jay Gladstein, M.D., donated his enthusiasm and expertise to this project. He's also my ex, so in addition to knowing eve...
He was lying in bed under a single sheet—he hated blankets, even in winter, so at some point during the night he’d kicked the bedspread off. But he’d fallen asleep with his curtains open, and now the clear morning light filled his room like a liquid, cleansing and clarifying every surface. It was...
Lying didn’t get any easier the second time around. But they didn’t question me, especially since I left with a towel and a pair of swim trunks. Instead of going to my “job” at the pool, I met Victor and Curtis and we went for a bike ride. Technically, Curtis, Victor, and I live just outside the ...
"Did you see the redhead in the two-piece?" Clint said when we were sharing the office again. Then the light bulb went off over his head for the zillionth time, and he looked back outside. "And hey, what about the DILF with the hairy chest? Pretty hot." Later, I was taking my stint in one of the ...
I said to the guy floating across from me. “You can really see me? You’re really here?” “In the flesh,” the guy said. “Well, not really, but you know what I mean.” His voice sounded different than the ones I was hearing from the real world—clearer, more solid. We were both...
