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70 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 12, 2015
But Maps wasn't worried. Math came easily to him like girls to Adam Levine.
"I wouldn't know, Lane," Maps said quietly. "I'm not exactly a boy like you."
Lane turned around and looked at Maps in silence . . .
"No, You really aren't like anyone else, Maps."
I have this weird habit of buying a book which I think is great and keeping it on my reading device unopened and unread until I feel like it’s the absolute right moment to read it. I’ve had Maps on my reading device since early this year. Today felt like the right moment to read it. And well, mostly because Diamonds is already out and I badly want to get my hands on it.
Thank God I wasn’t wrong about this book. It really is beautiful! The perfect blend of light, sweet, and hilarious that leaves you not only smiling from ear to ear but laughing and giggling like a school girl, as well.
But the secret to Nash Summers� books that makes you want to describe them with every superlative known to man is her characters. Time and time again, Summers ingeniously introduces these unconventional and unique characters full of goodness and heart such that in the end, they’re not only lovable but also truly unforgettable.
In Maps, we get to see a geek/jock pairing. Typical? Same old, same old? Oh no, no, no, no. Nash Summers does not do cliché. She artistically builds Maps� and Lane’s character and takes them to an entirely new plane such that all existing geek/jock pairings would look dull and ordinary in comparison. In Maps, we get to see personalities which are pleasingly eccentric and weird but bursting with life and vibrancy.Ms. Summers simply works her magic in every character she weaves and in every story she writes. Her stories have that dream and fairy-tale like quality to them that I am always left with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside each time I get to the end of her books.
My only complaint is that this one’s particularly short. I was spellbound by Maps and Lane’s little world that I didn’t want to leave. At. All. Well, it’s a good thing I hoarded this book and only decided to read it now. Or else, I’d be drifting lost� as if in a trance� in trying to find out what happened after “The End�.
There aren’t enough stars in the universe to rate this book. Another Summers book cemented in my favorites shelf.
“You’re not going to replace me, I hope,� Benji joked. “This Lane guy sounds like he’s got all the makings for a new best friend.�But that hate's just not in the cards for them. Instead, Maps saves Lane from a panic attack during math class, as Lane isn't the smartest apple to fall off of that particular tree, which leads to Maps tutoring Lane in his worst dreadfully-feared subject.
“Oh, please. You know you’re irreplaceable. Until one day I get a robot, of course. Then you’re out of the picture for sure.�
There was a drawing of a cat for answer six, and not even a good cat at that. It was missing whiskers on one side of its face, the poor thing.
And the answer for number eleven was just 5. No formula, no explanation�just 5.
The poor kid really hadn’t been joking about how terrible he was at math.
“Well, that’s it, then. My life is over. This is the end, the finale, the bittersweet conclusion. The curtains have drawn, we fade to black, the orchestra hushes. Nothing further, everything lost, little gained, really. How sad, they’ll say. Oh, he was so terribly young and so terribly brilliant to have had his once bustling life ravaged so, and left for naught but scraps.�
If you ever get lost, just follow the lane, and you’ll find your way home.
Be mine, even just for a little while.
"If you ever get lost, just follow the lane, and you’ll find your way home."
"Well, that’s it, then. My life is over. This is the end, the finale, the bittersweet conclusion. The curtains have drawn, we fade to black, the orchestra hushes. Nothing further, everything lost, little gained, really. How sad, they’ll say. Oh, he was so terribly young and so terribly brilliant to have had his once bustling life ravaged so, and left for naught but scraps.�
"Some days you're too much."
"I'd like to think I'm the absolute right amount."
There was a drawing of a cat for answer six, and not even a good cat at that. It was missing whiskers on one side of its face, the poor thing. And the answer for number eleven was just 5. No formula, no explanation—just 5. The poor kid really hadn’t been joking about how terrible he was at math.
Math came easily to Maps like girls to Adam Levine.