Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Paper Towns - Prologue

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, I will probably never be struck by lightning, or win aNobel Prize, or become the dictator of a small nation in the Pacific Islands, or contract terminal ear cancer,or spontaneously combust. But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of themwill probably happen to each of us....

Paper Towns - Agloe

The speed limit drops from fifty-five to forty-five and then to thirty-five. We cross some railroadtracks, and we’re in Roscoe. We drive slowly through a sleepy downtown with a café, a clothing store,a dollar store, and a couple boarded-up storefronts.I lean forward and say, “I can imagine her in there.”“Yeah,” Ben allows. “Man, I really don’t want...

Paper Towns - Hour Twenty One

After more than 1,100 miles on interstates, it’s finally time to exit. It’s entirely impossible to driveseventy-seven miles per hour on the two-lane state highway that takes us farther north, up toward theCatskills. But we’ll be okay. Radar, ever the brilliant tactician, has banked an extra thirty minuteswithout telling us. It’s beautiful up here,...

Paper Towns - Hour Twenty

I’m sitting in the first bedroom with Lacey. Ben drives. Radar’s navigating. I was asleep when theylast stopped, but they picked up a map of New York. Agloe isn’t marked, but there are only five or sixintersections north of Roscoe. I always thought of New York as being a sprawling and endless metropolis,but here it is just lush rolling hills that the...

Paper Towns - Hour Nineteen

When I wake up, Radar and Ben are loudly debating the name of the car. Ben would like to name itMuhammad Ali, because, just like Muhammad Ali, the minivan takes a punch and keeps going. Radarsays you can’t name a car after a historical figure. He thinks the car ought to be called Lurlene, becauseit sounds right.“You want to name it Lurlene?” Ben asks,...

Paper Towns - Hour Eighteen

I sle...

Paper Towns - Hour Sixteen

I sle...