{"product_id":"didnt-see-that-coming-isbn-9780593434048","title":"Didn't See That Coming","description":"\u003cb\u003eA hilariously fresh and romantic send-up to \u003ci\u003eYou’ve Got Mail\u003c\/i\u003e about a gamer girl with a secret identity and the online bestie she’s never met IRL until she unwittingly transfers to his school, from the bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eDial A for Aunties\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Obsession\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eWell, That Was Unexpected\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSeventeen-year-old Kiki Siregar is a fabulous gamer girl with confidence to boot. She can’t help but be totally herself… except when she’s online.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer secret? She plays anonymously as a guy to avoid harassment from other male players. Even her online best friend—a cinnamon roll of a teen boy who plays under the username Sourdawg—doesn’t know her true identity. Which is fine, because Kiki doesn’t know his real name either, and it’s not like they’re ever going to cross paths IRL.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUntil she transfers to an elite private school for her senior year and discovers that Sourdawg goes there, too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut who is he? How will he react when he finds out Kiki’s secret? And what happens when Kiki realizes she’s falling for her online BFF?Praise for Didn't See That Coming:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e★ \u003c\/b\u003e\"An \u003cb\u003eadorkably\u003c\/b\u003e inclusive YA romance that is both \u003cb\u003efiery\u003c\/b\u003e and \u003cb\u003eearnest\u003c\/b\u003e.\"—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003estarred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ \u003c\/b\u003e\"A powerful trifecta of \u003cb\u003ehumor, ­romance, and feminism \u003c\/b\u003egrounded in positive change.\"—\u003ci\u003eSLJ\u003c\/i\u003e,\u003cb\u003e starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eSparkling\u003c\/b\u003e humor, \u003cb\u003evivacious\u003c\/b\u003e storytelling, and occasionally theatrical scenarios inject \u003cb\u003elevity\u003c\/b\u003e into this \u003cb\u003eperceptive\u003c\/b\u003e romp.\"—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eRollicking\u003c\/b\u003e fun.\" —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003eJesse Q Sutanto is the author of the YA thrillers \u003ci\u003eThe Obsession\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe New Girl\u003c\/i\u003e and the adult rom com \u003ci\u003eDial A for Aunties\u003c\/i\u003e. She grew up shuttling back and forth between Indonesia, Singapore, and Oxford and considers all three places her home. She has a master’s from Oxford University, but she has yet to figure out how to say that without sounding obnoxious. Jesse has forty-two first cousins and thirty aunties and uncles, many of whom live just down the road. She used to game, but with two little ones and a husband, she no longer has time for hobbies. She aspires to one day find one (1) hobby.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In the dim glow of the moonlight, nobody spots the cyborg assassin peeling herself off the back of a stone gargoyle’s head. She moves with the liquid grace of a stalking cat, her eyes, one human brown and the other an electric blue, scanning the damp street before her. In one smooth motion, she raises the scope of her sniper rifle to the blue eye and peers through it. There. Her heat sensor picks up a small figure scurrying behind a building. The assassin smiles. From the way the figure moves, it’s obvious that it’s a dwarf. Dwarves are armed with machine guns, so it’s in her best interests to eliminate this one before he spots her. Her finger caresses the trigger. Just one more step and the dwarf will be out of cover. She takes a breath to steady herself. The dwarf’s hat comes into view, followed by his head. She pulls the trigger just as a huge shield appears in front of the dwarf.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What? It takes a second for the assassin to realize what’s just happened. The shield is being held by a huge, hulking figure. A grinning giant of a man. The second it’s taken the assassin to reassess the situation costs her. Before she can react, the dwarf swings his machine gun over the giant’s shield and the world explodes. Machine guns are rarely accurate. But then, they don’t need to be.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “VICTORY” flashes onto my screen as the assassin, along with the stone gargoyle, tumbles down onto the street. Grinning, I tap my fingers against my keyboard with practiced ease.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: Duuude!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: Yasss!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The robot assassin was the last of the enemy’s team. Both teams started out with five members each, and the robot assassin managed to pick off three of my team members within the first ten minutes of the round. When our second member was sniped three minutes in, I told Sourdawg, who has chosen to play the machine-­gun-­toting dwarf, that we needed to stay well away from the assassin so we could kill off her teammates before getting to her ourselves. He agreed—­he always agrees—­and the two of us did what we do best, with me playing as the gigantic tank.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: Teamwork makes the dream work!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My grin widens. Sourdawg is such a dork, I swear. He’s always ready with these little clichés that should be cringey but, coming from him, are adorkable. Plus, he’s not wrong. Ever since we started teaming up, Sourdawg and I have held one of the highest ranks in the Southeast Asian section of \u003ci\u003eWarfront Heroes.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: Ooh, watch the replay. Look at my shield. Looook!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e On the screen, the replay starts, showing my ridiculously muscled character crouching behind his lead shield as he crawls behind Sourdawg’s character. I was so careful to make sure that I was covered by the shield the entire time so that the assassin’s heat scans wouldn’t pick up my body heat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: You move very smoothly for such a big guy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: Hey, big guys can be graceful too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: Plus, I’ve been doing ballet since I was—­\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Oh shit. Delete, delete. Gah. I take a deep breath to recenter myself. What was I thinking? The well-­earned victory must have gone to my head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: So anyway, you remember that sourdough starter I ordered weeks ago?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: The one made from vintage grapes peeled by anointed virgins under a full moon next to Lake Como?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: Okay, smartass. Plus, it’s not a full moon. It has to be under a waxing moon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: I know you’re kidding, but I don’t actually know if you’re kidding.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: SIGH. Anyway. It arrived yesterday, and guess what?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: Does it taste like the tears of anointed virgins?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: What do the tears of anointed virgins taste like?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: Iono. Like unicorn breath.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: Okay, that’s not actually helpful. And it sounds gross. Anyway, no. I don’t know what it tastes like, because it was DOA.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: DOA?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: Dead on arrival.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: I know what DOA stands for. But what do you mean?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: Exactly that. It was dead by the time it arrived. Maybe it got too hot during shipment or something, but all I got was rancid goop. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: Oh nooo! RIP, unicorn breath starter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: I was so bummed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: I bet! You’ve been looking forward to that starter for months. Let me guess: You want to send them a strongly worded email.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: VERY strongly worded. I can’t do it alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: Of course not. The level of passive aggression we’re aiming for requires teamwork. Okay. Let’s see. “To Whom It May Concern . . .”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: “I would just like to flag—­”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: “—­as a matter of utmost importance—­”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: “—­the fact that my order was DOA and is very definitely not made of unicorn breath.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: “I thought I’d bring this to your attention.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: “Looking forward to your timely reply on this very serious matter.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: “Regards, A Disappointed Customer.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I lean back in my seat and review the email we’ve composed together.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: One of our best works, I must say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: I like how you managed to slip in “as a matter of utmost importance.” A true masterstroke.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: \/bows. Thank you. I appreciate that. I thought “Looking forward to your timely reply” was a particularly nice touch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: I thought it would put some pressure on them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: It definitely will.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: Truly, the perfect email.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: You’re not sending it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: Of course not.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I can’t help but snort at this. Then I realize that my cheeks hurt, because I’ve been grinning nonstop since our round ended.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dudebro10: You should send them something, though. Like, a real complaint. I mean, you don’t have to be a dick about it, but they should know that their product arrived dead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourdawg: IDK, bro. Can’t I just order another batch and hope they do it right this time?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Aaand now my smile’s gone. Not because Sourdawg is such an adorkable pushover but because of the word “bro.” Every time he calls me “bro” or “man” or “dude,” it feels like a needle pricking into my skin and letting air out. Erm, blood? Okay, gross. All I’m saying is, it makes me feel deflated. And it makes me want to scream “I’m not a dude!” at him, which is stupid, because whose fault is it that Sourdawg thinks I’m a guy? Who was it that chose the most cis male–­sounding name in the history of names?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \/raises hand\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In my defense, I didn’t do it for shits and giggles. And I definitely didn’t do it thinking I would form any meaningful friendships on, of all places, \u003ci\u003eWarfront Heroes.\u003c\/i\u003e Don’t get me wrong: as far as gameplay goes, it’s right up there with the best of them. The weapons are so creatively varied there’s no way anyone will get bored, and the character designs are the most diverse in the history of games. Plus, there are no overtly sexualized female characters with watermelon-­sized boobs bouncing wildly as they run, which is saying something in the gaming world—­a world dominated by very, very frustrated guys. (And I don’t mean frustrated as in “Gah, my coffee machine broke!” I mean the other kind of frustrated. The sexual kind, in case that wasn’t obvious.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Despite all these progressive steps that the makers of \u003ci\u003eWarfront Heroes\u003c\/i\u003e have taken to be more inclusive, they still haven’t managed to win the last battle: harassment. Sure, a few of the more overt trolls have been banned. But in order to get banned, a player would have to make truly awful, abusive comments that count as threats. 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