This One's for You

Informationen zum Autor Kate Sweeney Klappentext A gorgeous contemporary romance about two ex-best friends, Cass and Syd, on a life-altering road trip following the reunion tour of the Darlasthe band Cass's mom was in when she died. Perfect for fans of Nina LaCour, Mary H.K. Choi, and Jandy Nelson. After their high school graduation, former best friends Cass and Syd are gearing up for their futures. Cass has planned to go to college to become an engineer, while Syddespite the fact that her family thinks she's messed up her whole lifehas lined up a sound internship at a historic music venue. But Cass is keeping secrets. Though his dad has forbidden it, Cass has been playing music, taking trips to San Francisco BART stations to play and make money. Somehow, it's become a way for Cass to connect with his motherwho was also a musicianwho died in a drunk driving accident on the way back from a gig when he was one. But after Syd catches Cass playing at the BART station, and Cass finds out his mom's old band the Darlas is going on a reunion tour, everything changes. On impulse, Cass invites Syd to the first Darlas show, and without telling anyone, they make a break for it. Turning one show into a cross-country journey, the two former friends throw away all their plans for the future and embark on a life-altering road trip following the tour, keeping it a secret from their friends and family. Along the way, they'll untangle the messy threads of how they became ex-best friends, experience the power of nature and music, and decide what they really want their lives to be. Maybe, through it all, Cass and Syd can find a way back to each other, too. Leseprobe 1 Caspian Some mornings, when I'm still drifting back and forth between asleep and awake, I think I can hear her voice. She's singing, or maybe she's laughing, and it's the color of sunlight on the back of my eyelids. Orange-gold. Glowing. It's not her real voice. The human brain doesn't start making memories until the age of two, and she was gone long before that. She died in a time when there was nothing but a half-made, invisible foundation, when my subconscious was still being shaped by experiences that would never be remembered. She shaped mein the impression of her voice and her touch, and then her absence. But I'll never, ever know her. If I let them, things with Mom can become an obsession. I'm a detective and she is the case that will make my career. I'm a scientist, and she is the grand, elegant equation that will explain the universe. But the rest of the time, she truly doesn't exist to me. I run down the front steps and jump on my bicycle, the straps of my helmet dangling down around my ears. My American History final is in ten minutes; I just woke up and I haven't even brushed my teeth. I begin pedaling furiously up the giant hill that leads away from the cul-de-sac. June gloom is in full force, so I'm not sweating as hard as I could be by the time I get to the top. Just enough that I feel a trickle at the edge of my forehead. I fly through the burned-out strip that is downtown El Sobrante, dodging a man who is riding his horse down the street. I pass Santa Shoe Repair, Nerd Crossing, Mountain Mike's Pizza. I barrel into the school parking lot and lock up my bike next to a monstrous hydrangea bush, run down the hallway, and slide into my seat at 8:59 a.m. Hannah looks over at me and says, You look . . . interesting. Everything okay? She's perfectly neat as always, and there is something deeply calming about her thick golden ponytail, her crisp white T-shirt, the tiny silver H at her throat. I reach up and tug the end of her hair. I accidentally slept in. She raises both hands. Not my fault. Then Mr. Henderson walks in, looking sad and rumpled, the human equivalent of a ketchup stain. Good morning, seniors! For most of you this will be th...

Autorentext
Kate Sweeney was born in Athens, Georgia, and has since lived many places, including Los Angeles, New York City, and Salt Lake City. She began writing when she was sixteen. Her father–a novelist and screenwriter–had died five years prior, and in writing she found a way of bringing his voice back to her ears.

For the past ten years she has resided in the Bay Area, where she spends her time making music with her band, Magic Magic Roses, teaching literacy, and working with her husband at the family art-framing business.

She can be found online at @katesweeneywrites on Twitter and Instagram, and at her website https://www.katesweeneywrites.com/.

Klappentext

A gorgeous contemporary romance about two ex-best friends, Cass and Syd, on a life-altering road trip following the reunion tour of the Darlas—the band Cass’s mom was in when she died. Perfect for fans of Nina LaCour, Mary H.K. Choi, and Jandy Nelson.

After their high school graduation, former best friends Cass and Syd are gearing up for their futures. Cass has planned to go to college to become an engineer, while Syd—despite the fact that her family thinks she’s messed up her whole life—has lined up a sound internship at a historic music venue.

But Cass is keeping secrets. Though his dad has forbidden it, Cass has been playing music, taking trips to San Francisco BART stations to play and make money. Somehow, it’s become a way for Cass to connect with his mother—who was also a musician—who died in a drunk driving accident on the way back from a gig when he was one.

But after Syd catches Cass playing at the BART station, and Cass finds out his mom’s old band the Darlas is going on a reunion tour, everything changes. On impulse, Cass invites Syd to the first Darlas show, and without telling anyone, they make a break for it. Turning one show into a cross-country journey, the two former friends throw away all their plans for the future and embark on a life-altering road trip following the tour, keeping it a secret from their friends and family.

Along the way, they’ll untangle the messy threads of how they became “ex”-best friends, experience the power of nature and music, and decide what they really want their lives to be. Maybe, through it all, Cass and Syd can find a way back to each other, too.

Leseprobe
1
Caspian
Some mornings, when I’m still drifting back and forth between asleep and awake, I think I can hear her voice. She’s singing, or maybe she’s laughing, and it’s the color of sunlight on the back of my eyelids. Orange-gold. Glowing.
It’s not her real voice. The human brain doesn’t start making memories until the age of two, and she was gone long before that. She died in a time when there was nothing but a half-made, invisible foundation, when my subconscious was still being shaped by experiences that would never be remembered. She shaped me—in the impression of her voice and her touch, and then her absence. But I’ll never, ever know her.
If I let them, things with Mom can become an obsession. I’m a detective and she is the case that will make my career. I’m a scientist, and she is the grand, elegant equation that will explain the universe. But the rest of the time, she truly doesn’t exist to me.
I run down the front steps and jump on my bicycle, the straps of my helmet dangling down around my ears. My American History final is in ten minutes; I just woke up and I haven’t even brushed my teeth.
I begin pedaling furiously up the giant hill that leads away from the cul-de-sac. June gloom is in full force, so I’m not sweating as hard as I could be by the time I get to the top. Just enough that I feel a trickle at the edge of my forehead.
I fly through the burned-out strip that is downtown El Sobrante, dodging a man who is riding his horse down the street. I pass Santa Shoe Repair, Nerd Crossing, Mountain Mik…