{"product_id":"down-and-across-isbn-9780425289884","title":"Down and Across","description":"\u003cb\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eJohn Green fans will appreciate this tale\u003c\/b\u003e.\"\u003ci\u003e —\u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"[A] \u003cb\u003ehumorous, deeply human coming-of-age story.\" \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Scott Ferdowsi has a track record of quitting. His best friends know exactly what they want to do with the rest of their lives, but Scott can hardly commit to a breakfast cereal, let alone a passion. With college applications looming and his parents pushing him to settle on a “practical” career, Scott sneaks off to Washington, DC, seeking guidance from a famous psychologist who claims to know the secret to success.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He never expects an adventure to unfold. But that’s what Scott gets when he meets Fiora Buchanan, a ballsy college student whose life ambition is to write crossword puzzles. When the bicycle she lends him gets Scott into a high-speed chase, he knows he’s in for the ride of his life.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Soon, Scott finds himself sneaking into bars, attempting to pick up girls at the National Zoo, and even giving the crossword thing a try—all while opening his eyes to fundamental truths about who he is and who he wants to be.\"A lively first novel . . . This \u003cb\u003ehumorous, deeply human coming-of-age story\u003c\/b\u003e will connect with teens.\" —\u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eJohn Green fans will appreciate this tale\u003c\/b\u003e . . . [Ahmadi] successfully fashions a universal story of discovering one's true self through the honest eyes of another.\" —\u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eLovely\u003c\/b\u003e.\" —\u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Arvin Ahmadi’s novel shares a lot in common with its irrepressible hero, Saaket. It's \u003cb\u003equirky and charming, wise and unpredictable\u003c\/b\u003e, and, dare I say it, full of big-hearted grit.\" —\u003cb\u003eKhaled Hosseini\u003c\/b\u003e, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Kite Runner \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Arvin Ahmadi's voice will be \u003cb\u003ea dynamic entry into YA literature\u003c\/b\u003e. \u003ci\u003eDown and Across\u003c\/i\u003e is a thrilling game-changer that touches on the universal journey of self-discovery with a deft hand and riotous humor.\" —\u003cb\u003eAdam Silvera\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eMore Happy Than Not\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eHistory Is All You Left Me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Arvin Ahmadi's earnest debut is \u003cb\u003ea charming romp of a book\u003c\/b\u003e, a heartfelt tour of a city through the bright eyes of a hopeful heart. Ahmadi proves his grit and then some with \u003ci\u003eDown and Across\u003c\/i\u003e.\" —\u003cb\u003eDavid Arnold\u003c\/b\u003e, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eKids of Appetite\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eMosquitoland\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Charmingly funny, intensely relatable, and unexpectedly moving—\u003ci\u003eDown and Across\u003c\/i\u003e is \u003cb\u003ea big-hearted gem of a debut from an exciting new voice\u003c\/b\u003e.\" —\u003cb\u003eJasmine Warga\u003c\/b\u003e, author of \u003ci\u003eMy Heart and Other Black Holes\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eHere We Are Now\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ \"\u003cb\u003eWitty, smart, and inspiring\u003c\/b\u003e, the novel celebrates life’s big and little surprises and the connections made between people that lead to profound changes.\" —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ \"A story of friendship, growing up, and learning to commit to something.\" —\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003estarred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eJohn Green fans will fall hard for this story\u003c\/b\u003e of a guy at war with his future and the unpredictable girl who helps him risk everything to discover who he wants to be. Extra love for the reminder that failure is part of the path to success!\" —\u003ci\u003eJustine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It's \u003cb\u003ea must-read book\u003c\/b\u003e for anyone who has ever felt a little lost.\" —\u003ci\u003eBustle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This is a \u003cb\u003eheartwarming and humorous\u003c\/b\u003e contemporary YA that gives readers a realistic look at self-discovery and identity. Ahmadi writes with head and heart, captivating readers with passages that leap beautifully from the pages.\" —BuzzFeed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003ci\u003eDown and Across\u003c\/i\u003e is \u003cb\u003eclever, brash, and punchy\u003c\/b\u003e, rife with good advice and incisive commentary about parents’ expectations.\" —\u003ci\u003eChristian Science Monitor\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eHighly original\u003c\/b\u003e . . . An engaging debut novel about self-discovery.\" —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Debut author Ahmadi sets up a meet-cute with a manic-pixie-dream-girl type, but he refreshingly upends those tropes, instead telling \u003cb\u003ea smart story about transformation\u003c\/b\u003e . . . Both Saaket and Fiora emerge as multifaceted personalities with an engaging dynamic, and readers will easily cheer Saaket on as he blunders through toward meaningful growth.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eUtterly satisfying.\u003c\/b\u003e\" —\u003ci\u003eVOYA\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Arvin Ahmadi's debut novel is a rollicking adventure full of humor and quirky characters from all walks of life . . . \u003cb\u003eTheir zany exploits are humorous and insightful\u003c\/b\u003e and nothing is off-limits on Scott's educational journey: youth hostels, hospitals, bars, even the French Embassy.\" —\u003ci\u003eShelf Awareness\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Arvin Ahmadi’s charming debut, \u003ci\u003eDown and Across\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003ebrings a strong new voice to teen literature\u003c\/b\u003e. Scott’s uncertainty, and his panic over that uncertainty, will resonate with high school readers faced with the impossible task of figuring out what they want to do with their lives.\" —BookPage\u003cb\u003eArvin Ahmadi\u003c\/b\u003e grew up outside Washington, DC. He graduated from Columbia University and has worked in the tech industry. When he's not reading or writing books, he can be found watching late-night talk show interviews and editing Wikipedia pages. \u003ci\u003eDown and Across\u003c\/i\u003e is his first novel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou can follow Arvin on Twitter @arvinahmadi.PROLOGUE\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Eight mornings before running away, I found myself at McDonald’s, wondering about the direction of my life. It was one of those moments that should have felt important. I should have said to myself: \u003ci\u003eHey, Self! You’re having a Pivot­al Moment in a Sentimental Place. \u003c\/i\u003eOn a scale of 1 to Serious, I should have rated this occasion at least a 9. But I didn’t. My Serious Scale didn’t even register. Not a single cell in my brain cared to define that morning in the grand scheme of things. Or in any scheme of things, really.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e That morning I wondered about dirty tables. The one in front of me had almost certainly just been wiped down, still freshly wet and slippery. I imagined the motions the McDon­ald’s employee made cleaning that surface: up, down, up, down. Left to right. Loop-de-flippin’-loop, like a drunk man on a Zamboni joyride. Still, the table reeked, so I knew they cleaned it with a dirty rag. This conundrum hijacked my fo­cus. On one hand, sure, it was better for the environment to clean hard surfaces with a rag. But then, wasn’t the rag just transferring gunk from one surface to another? \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Pay attention,” he snapped. “I’m trying to understand what you want.” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Right. My dad. He clenched his hands tight, the skin bunching up around his knuckles. I felt guilty. Not for any­thing I had actually done, but for what I wasn’t doing. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e We sat at our usual booth in the very back. It was like our boxing ring. In one corner: Me, Scott Ferdowsi, my lanky five-foot-ten frame slouched like a golden arch. Fighting to quit a summer internship that hadn’t even begun yet. In the other corner: My dad. Fighting to keep me on the right track, any track, because I’d been known to derail. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I know what I \u003ci\u003edon’t \u003c\/i\u003ewant,” I said, stabbing my plastic fork into a rubbery glob of eggs. “I don’t want to look at micro­scopic mouse poop for the rest of my life. Research is boring.” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e My dad chuckled. “What could be more exciting than mouse poop?” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I glanced over at the table next to us. A girl in a sparkly \u003ci\u003eFrozen \u003c\/i\u003ecostume was stomping her My Little Pony toy into her hash browns. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Horse poop,” I said. “Perhaps I will become an eques­trian.” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Dad scrunched up his face. “\u003ci\u003eSaaket bash\u003c\/i\u003e,” he hissed. \u003ci\u003eBe quiet. \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  “I am,” I teased softly. My Iranian name is Saaket, which means “quiet” in Farsi. It’s one of my best jokes: “Be quiet!” “That’s my name!” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Dad didn’t laugh. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “When are you going to get serious, Saaket? This is your life. You need to stop playing games and plan for your future.” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Bingo. It would be his usual lecture. I rolled my eyes and slid lower into the tattered cushion to get comfortable. If there’s one thing Iranian parents love more than chelo ke­bab and their children, it’s making a point. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “You’re all over the place,” he said, waving his hands fran­tically. “Look at the opportunities you’ve already screwed up. High school! You get accepted to a very nice high school, but you hardly study. You’re pulling lousy grades.” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Jab. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Last summer. I got you a job with Majid’s law firm. You quit after three weeks.” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Punch. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “And now, after I pulled every mediocre connection I have to get you an internship at the university lab, you’re giving up before you even start.” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Knockout. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He kept going, as if he hadn’t just put me down over and over: “You know, I was reading a study the other day by a very famous professor at Georgetown . . . Cecily Mallard. She’s a genius, Saaket. Really! They just gave her an award that is specifically for geniuses. The genius award, it’s—” \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  “Okay, Dad,” I moaned. “What did she say?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e My dad paused dramatically and pointed his finger upward, à la \u003ci\u003eeureka\u003c\/i\u003e. “Grit,” he said. “She discovered that the best predictor of success isn’t IQ or how wealthy your parents are, or even your grades. It’s grit. Do you know what that is?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Nope, but I’m sure—”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “It’s a person’s ability to stick with something. To focus. To really follow through. \u003ci\u003eTahammol\u003c\/i\u003e. It’s treating everything you do like a marathon, not a sprint.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Come on, Dad, a summer internship isn’t a marathon. It’s, like, the JV track meet that nobody watches. I don’t need a participation ribbon for—”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “You’re missing the point, Saaket.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Scott,” I said curtly. “It’s Scott. I’ve been going by Scott since kindergarten.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Sorry,” he replied, only half-sincere. “\u003ci\u003eScott\u003c\/i\u003e, you’re miss­ing the point. When you set your mind on something, you need to give it a shot and persist.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Mouse poop.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Yes, mouse poop,” he said, gritting his teeth. “You were excited about it a few weeks ago. You were cracking jokes: ‘poopular’ this and ‘micropoopic’ that.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I buried my face in my hands, wondering if my dad was at all embarrassed by the words he had uttered in a public place. Probably not.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He sighed deeply, as if I were the one exhausting him and not the other way around.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  “You’re almost seventeen years old, Scott. In a few months you’ll be a senior, filling out applications for college. What in the world do you care about? What do you want to do with the rest of your life?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I don’t know, Dad.”       \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “See? That’s exactly the problem!” His eyes lit up. “\u003ci\u003ePesaram. \u003c\/i\u003eMy son. You need to start thinking about your future. You could study engineering, or you could go to medical school. Those are both respectable fields. I just”—he threw his hands up—“I just want you to \u003ci\u003ecare \u003c\/i\u003eabout something, Scott. I can’t think of a single thing you’re gritty about. I’m not calling you a failure, but I only wonder if we should have kept you more focused.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Clearly my dad \u003ci\u003ewas \u003c\/i\u003ecalling me a failure. I held my breath as a stream of shortcomings bogged down my mind. My grades. My SAT score. The Earth Club I let wither away like the ozone layer. The mystery novel I got bored with writing after three chapters. All those instruments I used to play.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Are you paying attention?” he barked. “I need to know you’ll take this internship seriously while your mother and I are away. This is important.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Important for you or for me?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e His eyes jumped. “For you,” he said, forcing the words out slowly. “You’re almost an adult now.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “If I’m almost an adult, then why can’t I go to Iran with you and Mom?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Here we go again. We’ll take you one day, I promise, but now isn’t the right time. It’s a critical summer for your fu­ture. And with everything going on with Baba Bozorg . . .”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e We both got quiet. Dad broke the silence with two taps on the table.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “This is the right plan. You stay home and do your intern­ship. We deal with Baba Bozorg’s health.” His voice cracked, and he forced a smile. “Don’t you always say we should trust you more? Well, here’s your trust. One month!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “One month,” I repeated.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “June fourteenth to July fourteenth. \u003ci\u003ePrecisely \u003c\/i\u003eone month. I asked the travel agent what kind of discount we would get for such a nice coincidence—”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Dad, you’re so lame.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “We’re coming back on your birthday! I believe that is the opposite of lame.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Uh-huh.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “In fact, your mother and I are very cool. We suspect you might throw a birthday party with your fellow interns, and we are \u003ci\u003ecool \u003c\/i\u003ewith that.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I’m the only intern. And I’m sure you’ll be calling twenty-four\/seven.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Dad dropped his buddy act. “One phone call a week, that’s all. Look, we’re trying to meet you halfway. Please, focus on your internship.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I didn’t have it in me to keep arguing, so as usual, I gave up. “Okay, Dad. I’ll do the stupid internship.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e We sat there silently for the rest of breakfast like boxers with their foreheads pressed together, dripping sweat, too tired to throw the last punch. I didn’t finish my eggs. Instead, I imagined my parents in the airplane to Iran, gazing out the pressurized window at the chalky sky and everything beyond it—stars and galaxies and dark matter–type craziness. I imag­ined the big bang, which created our scattered universe: scat­tered, but acceptable. Indefinitely incomplete. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I wondered: Why aren’t I allowed to be indefinitely in­complete, too?\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The next morning, I hugged my parents goodbye in the kitchen. Once again I didn’t finish my breakfast. I left a few flakes of Raisin Bran in the bowl, dumped it in the sink, and took off to catch the bus to my internship in Philly.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Exactly one week later, I boarded a different bus to Washington, DC.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Everything happened so quickly. I drew a blank as soon as I stepped onto the Greyhound. Technically I was run­ning away. I knew that. The stream of gut-punching, sweat-inducing adrenaline made that much clear, even if it would only be for two days. But for a brief moment I couldn’t recall why I was doing it, like I’d stumbled into the kitch­en in the middle of the night but forgotten what exactly I wanted. The reason was escaping me.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Then the bus jolted forward, and I remembered.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Fucking grit.","brand":"Penguin Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303486542053,"sku":"NP9780425289884","price":11.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780425289884.jpg?v=1767725577","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/down-and-across-isbn-9780425289884","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}