By Rachel Cohn
A whirlwind romance from the New York Times bestselling authors of Nick & Norah’s countless Playlist!
“I’ve left a few clues for you.
If you will want them, flip the page.
If you don’t, placed the e-book again at the shelf, please.”
16-year-old Lily has left a crimson pc jam-packed with demanding situations on her favourite bookstall shelf, awaiting simply the ideal man to come back alongside and settle for its dares. sprint, in a foul temper throughout the vacation trips, occurs to be the 1st man to choose up the laptop and upward thrust to its demanding situations.
What follows is a whirlwind romance as sprint and Lily alternate dares, desires, and needs within the computing device they cross from side to side at destinations all throughout big apple urban. yet can their in-person selves in all probability attach in addition to their workstation types, or will their scavenger hunt lead to a comic book mismatch of disastrous proportions?
Co-written by means of Rachel Cohn (GINGERBREAD) and David Levithan, co-author of WILL GRAYSON, WILL GRAYSON with John eco-friendly (THE FAULT IN OUR STARS), sprint & LILY'S e-book OF DARES is a love tale that would have readers scouring bookstall cabinets, having a look and eager for a love (and a pink computing device) in their own.
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It was once Christmastime in manhattan urban, the main detestable time of the yr. The moo-like crowds, the unending visits from hapless relations, the ersatz cheer, the joyless makes an attempt at joyfulness—my ordinary aversion to human touch may perhaps merely accentuate during this context. at any place I went, i used to be at the incorrect finish of the stampede. i used to be no longer prepared to supply “salvation” via any “army. ” i'd by no means care concerning the whiteness of Christmas. i used to be a Decemberist, a Bolshevik, a occupation legal, a philatelist trapped by means of unknowable anguish—whatever each person else was once no longer, i used to be prepared to be. I walked as invisibly as i may throughout the Pavlovian spend-drunk hordes, the damaged wintry weather breakers, the foreigners who had flown midway the world over to determine the lighting fixtures of a tree with no understanding how thoroughly pagan any such ritual used to be. the one brilliant part of this dim season used to be that faculty used to be shuttered (presumably so every person may store advert nauseam and detect that relatives, like arsenic, works top in small doses … unless you want to die). This yr I had controlled to develop into a voluntary orphan for Christmas, telling my mom that i used to be spending it with my father, and my father that i used to be spending it with my mom, in order that each one of them booked nonrefundable holidays with their post-divorce paramours. My mom and dad hadn’t spoken to one another in 8 years, which gave me loads of leeway within the choice of actual accuracy, and for that reason loads of time to myself. i used to be popping from side to side among their flats whereas they have been away—but as a rule i used to be spending time within the Strand, that bastion of titillating erudition, now not rather a lot a bookshop because the collision of 100 varied bookstores, with literary wreckage strewn over eighteen miles of cabinets. the entire clerks there saunter-slouch round distractedly of their thin denims and their thrift-store button-downs, like older siblings who won't ever, ever be afflicted to speak to you or care approximately you or maybe recognize your life if their buddies are around … which they consistently are. a few bookstores wish you to think they’re a neighborhood heart, like they should host a cookie-making classification with the intention to promote you a few Proust. however the Strand leaves you thoroughly by yourself, stuck among the warring forces of association and idiosyncrasy, with idiosyncrasy successful each time. In different phrases, it used to be my type of graveyard. i used to be often within the temper to seem for not anything particularly while I went to the Strand. a few days, i'd make a decision that the afternoon was once backed via a selected letter, and might stopover at every part to try the authors whose final names all started with that letter. different days, i might choose to take on a unmarried part, or might examine the lately unloaded tomes, thrown in packing containers that by no means rather conformed to alphabetization. or even I’d merely examine books with eco-friendly covers, since it were too lengthy considering that I’d learn a booklet with a eco-friendly conceal. i'll were striking out with my neighbors, yet such a lot of them have been placing out with their households or their Wiis.