These Bodies Between Us
(Sprache: Englisch)
A wistful coming-of-age story with a haunting twist about four friends who spend their summer learning to become invisible—but disappearing comes at a cost.
Four girls. Four girls skating home, both sides of the road, fearless. Four girls at the...
Four girls. Four girls skating home, both sides of the road, fearless. Four girls at the...
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A wistful coming-of-age story with a haunting twist about four friends who spend their summer learning to become invisible—but disappearing comes at a cost.Four girls. Four girls skating home, both sides of the road, fearless. Four girls at the mouth of an infinite ocean, sugared and salted with sand and seawater, the tide licking their sunburned feet.
This summer, they’re going to disappear.
For seventeen-year-old Callie and her best friends Talia and Cleo, every summer in their small North Carolina beach town is as steady as the tides. But this year, Cleo has invited enigmatic new girl Polly to join them, creating waves in their familiar friendship. And Cleo has an idea, gleaned from private YouTube videos and hidden message boards: they’re going to learn how to make themselves invisible.
Callie thinks it’s a ridiculous, impossible plan. But the other girls are intoxicated by the thought of disappearing, even temporarily—from bad boyfriends, from overbearing families, from the confusing, uncomfortable reality of having a body altogether. And, miraculously, it works.
Yet as the girls revel in their reckless new freedom, they realize it’s getting harder to come back to themselves… and do they even want to?
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1The Start of Summer
You can measure the start of summer in a lot of different ways. You could call it the day after the last day of school. You could use Memorial Day, or the solstice, or the first day the temperature tiptoes over a hundred. If you re in Little Beach, where I m from, you could say it s begun when the percentage of people in the grocery store is more tourist than local, or when the skating rink opens for seven-days-a-week service. But for me, the beginning of summer was always the day that Cleo arrived.
That year, it was June 16. School had ended only one day before, and I could taste the emotion of that ending on my tongue--the release, the excitement, the exhilarating knowledge that this was our second-to-last last day ever. My best friend Talia and I were seniors now, if, like us, you thought of the start of the summer as the real start of the next year. We sat at the top of the wooden steps of Cleo s grandparents house, waiting. We could have come over after Cleo arrived, but that would have meant missing ten minutes with her. Like every year, we had skated over as soon as she d texted us saying their car had passed the exit for Wilmington. Between us were a box of cupcakes (chocolate, melting) and my phone (playing Sylvan Esso, bopping through my earbuds). The left earbud was in my ear. The right was in Talia s, until she took it out, untangling it from a curl of dark hair.
I don t think I get this song, she said, scrunching up her face.
I was ready for this objection. Is it the lyrics? I asked. Because I know they don t make sense per se, but--
This is just random bleeps and bloops and-- Is that a banjo in the background?
No, I think that s just a different kind of bleep. But it s great running music. And they actually do get more melodic in the chorus, like, here, listen . . .
Okay, but more I m just saying, like, this is not a pretty song, you know? This is not a song that I enjoy
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listening to.
Not every song has to be-- I started, but then the little green station wagon pulled in, crunching on the gravel, and we both jumped up. Talia started waving her hands, like she was guiding a ship in from sea.
Cleo tumbled out of the car before it had stopped moving and shrieked as she ran up the stairs to us. In the few months since I d seen her, she d cut her hair short and she was wearing new clothes--white sandals and a yellow dress that glowed like the sun on her dark brown skin. But as she catapulted herself up the final stair to hug me and Talia, she was the same as ever. Same strong arms, same orange-body-wash smell, same voice in our ears.
I swear the drive s never taken so long, there was a crash on highway seventeen, and then we had to stop for Grandpa to use the bathroom-- God, it s so good to see you.
We missed you, Talia said.
I echoed her. So much, I said. So, so much.
I missed you too, I have so many things to-- Oh, where is Polly? She pulled away from us. I readied myself for our first break from routine. This part--this girl, Polly--was new.
Polly, where are you? Cleo called.
Below us, the car doors were opening. I peered down at three figures climbing out: Cleo s grandmother and grandfather and a thin, pale girl with a low yellow ponytail, large blue eyes, a face like a doll, and no presence whatsoever. Polly. We had met her a handful of times in the background of video chats, grainy and quiet; at the time, I hadn t understood her appeal. The same was true in person.
She raised a hand. Hi, she said.
Hi, I said.
Not every song has to be-- I started, but then the little green station wagon pulled in, crunching on the gravel, and we both jumped up. Talia started waving her hands, like she was guiding a ship in from sea.
Cleo tumbled out of the car before it had stopped moving and shrieked as she ran up the stairs to us. In the few months since I d seen her, she d cut her hair short and she was wearing new clothes--white sandals and a yellow dress that glowed like the sun on her dark brown skin. But as she catapulted herself up the final stair to hug me and Talia, she was the same as ever. Same strong arms, same orange-body-wash smell, same voice in our ears.
I swear the drive s never taken so long, there was a crash on highway seventeen, and then we had to stop for Grandpa to use the bathroom-- God, it s so good to see you.
We missed you, Talia said.
I echoed her. So much, I said. So, so much.
I missed you too, I have so many things to-- Oh, where is Polly? She pulled away from us. I readied myself for our first break from routine. This part--this girl, Polly--was new.
Polly, where are you? Cleo called.
Below us, the car doors were opening. I peered down at three figures climbing out: Cleo s grandmother and grandfather and a thin, pale girl with a low yellow ponytail, large blue eyes, a face like a doll, and no presence whatsoever. Polly. We had met her a handful of times in the background of video chats, grainy and quiet; at the time, I hadn t understood her appeal. The same was true in person.
She raised a hand. Hi, she said.
Hi, I said.
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Autoren-Porträt von Sarah Van Name
Sarah Van Name grew up in Raleigh, North Carolina and now lives and works in Durham with her family and dog. She is the author of two young adult novels, The Goodbye Summer (2019, a Junior Library Guild pick) and Any Place But Here (2021).
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Sarah Van Name
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2024, International, 336 Seiten, Masse: 14 x 20,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Delacorte Press
- ISBN-10: 0593810457
- ISBN-13: 9780593810453
Sprache:
Englisch
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A lusciously crafted and achingly poignant story about girlhood with a haunting twist that readers will savor. You won t soon forget it. Kathleen Glasgow, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Girl in Pieces"Spellbinding... Readers might be tempted to disappear alongside this kaleidoscopic foursome." K.L. Walther, New York Times bestselling author of The Summer of Broken Rules
"A gorgeous, wistful meditation on the pleasure and pain of adolescent girlhood, friendship, and the magic of summer." Dahlia Adler, author of Cool for the Summer
"An absolutely stunning exploration of the invisibility and heartbreak of being a teenage girl. I literally couldn t put it down." Nita Tyndall, author of Who I Was with Her
"A suspenseful story of friendship and magic." Kirkus Reviews
"Haunting." Publishers Weekly
"[T]his evocative summer novel has precisely the right blend of haunting fantastical elements and down-to-earth realism as Van Name explores body dysmorphia, male-gaze culture, queerness in the South, and the unbreakable bond of teenage friendships." Booklist
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