{"product_id":"feed-isbn-9780763662622","title":"Feed","description":"\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eTime\u003c\/i\u003e Magazine 100 Best YA Books of All Time Selection\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe tour de force that set the gold standard for dystopian YA fiction — in a compelling paperback edition.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor Titus and his friends, it started out like any ordinary trip to the moon — a chance to party during spring break. But that was before the crazy hacker caused all their feeds to malfunction, sending them to the hospital to lie around with nothing inside their heads for days. And it was before Titus met Violet, a beautiful, brainy teenage girl who has decided to fight the feed and its ever-present ability to categorize human thoughts and desires. M. T. Anderson’s not-so-brave new world is a smart, savage satire that has captivated readers with its view of an imagined future that veers unnervingly close to the here and now.Subversive, vigorously conceived, painfully situated at the juncture where\u003cb\u003e funny crosses into tragic\u003c\/b\u003e, FEED demonstrates that young-adult novels are alive and well and able to deliver a jolt.\u003cbr\u003e—New York Times\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Another book that can be added to the list entitled 'YA Novels I'd Never Heard of But Which Turn Out to Be Modern Classics' and Feed may well turn out to be the best of the lot . . . \u003cb\u003eFunny, serious, sad, superbly realized\u003c\/b\u003e.\"\u003cbr\u003e—Nick Hornby, The Believer\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eM.T. Anderson has created the perfect device for an ingenious satire of corporate America and our present-day value system...Like those in a funhouse mirror, the reflections the novel shows us may be ugly and distorted, but they are undeniably ourselves.\u003cbr\u003e—The Horn Book (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe crystalline realization of this wildly dystopic future carries in it obvious and enormous implications for today's readers — \u003cb\u003esatire at its finest\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis satire offers \u003cb\u003ea thought-provoking and scathing indictment\u003c\/b\u003e that may prod readers to examine the more sinister possibilities of corporate-and media-dominated culture.\u003cbr\u003e—Publishers Weekly (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat really puts the teeth in the bite...is Anderson's brilliant satiric vision in the seamless creation of this imagined but believable world. The writing is \u003cb\u003erelentlessly funny\u003c\/b\u003e, clever in its observations and characters....\u003cbr\u003e—Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA gripping, intriguing, and \u003cb\u003eunique cautionary novel\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e—School Library Journal\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMany teens will feel a \u003cb\u003ehaunting familiarity\u003c\/b\u003e about this future universe.\u003cbr\u003e—Booklist\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBoth \u003cb\u003ehilarious and disturbing\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e—Booklist Editors' Choice\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn spite of its foreboding overtones, FEED is in a sense an optimistic novel. By involving its readers in the act it suggests is central to society's survival, \u003cb\u003ethe book offers hope\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e—Riverbank Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlthough set in the future, Anderson's novel is \u003cb\u003ea stunning indictment of contemporary America\u003c\/b\u003e and its ever-increasing obsession with consumerism even in the face of impending environmental collapse . . . the novel is both intense and grim. It should, however, appeal strongly to mature and thoughtful readers who care about the future of their world.\u003cbr\u003e—VOYA\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDisturbing yet wickedly funny, with as \u003cb\u003ebrilliant a use of decayed language\u003c\/b\u003e as Russell Hoban's post-apocalyptic RIDDLEY WALKER.\u003cbr\u003e—Horn Book Fanfare, The\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis dystopic vision is dark but quite believable. \u003cb\u003eSad and strong and scary\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e—Chicago Tribune\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe book is fast, shrewd, slang-filled and surprisingly \u003cb\u003eengaging\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e—New York Times Book Review Notable Books of the Year\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis \u003cb\u003ewickedly funny\u003c\/b\u003e and thought-provoking novel is written in a slang so hip it is spoken only by the characters in this book. Teens will want to read it at least twice.\u003cbr\u003e—Miami Herald\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA darkly comic satire that \u003cb\u003ecan be read as a promise or a warning\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e—Detroit Free Press\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe flashes of humor as well as the cleverly imagined grim future world should quickly draw readers into this look at teenage love and loss, and at consumerism carried to its logical extreme.\u003cbr\u003e—Kliatt Book Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe scariest part of FEED's brilliantly conceived futuristic dystopia is that \u003cb\u003emuch of it isn't futuristi\u003c\/b\u003ec . . . To list all the prescient details in this novel would require taking something from nearly every page.\u003cbr\u003e—Riverbank Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrightening in its realistic depiction of what is possible in a culture addicted to information, this novel is a guaranteed \u003cb\u003econversation-starter\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e—Publishers Weekly Best Children's Books of the Year\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt's exhilarating to decipher Anderson's futuristic adolescent slang, but his story is a serious one. He has an uncanny gift for depicting how teenagers see the world.\u003cbr\u003e—BookPage\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis language sets a perfect tone for the story of a teenage boy growing up in a frighteningly futuristic world . . . \u003cb\u003eThe scariest thing of all is its unnerving plausibility\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e—Raleigh News and Observer\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSurely one of the most \u003cb\u003eprescient novels of last 20 years\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e—Lev Grossman\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs with the best futuristic fiction, it's scary how little needs to be exaggerated.\u003cbr\u003e—Newsday\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe novel is chilling in the way only a \u003cb\u003ewell crafted and darkly writ satire\u003c\/b\u003e can be.\u003cbr\u003e—DigBoston.com\u003cb\u003eM. T. Anderson\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of the Newbery Honor Book \u003ci\u003eElf Dog and Owl Head\u003c\/i\u003e, illustrated by Junyi Wu; the National Book Award winner \u003ci\u003eThe Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eTraitor to the Nation\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eVolume I: The Pox Party\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eVolume II: The Kingdom on the Waves\u003c\/i\u003e, which were both Michael L. Printz Honor Books; the National Book Award Finalist \u003ci\u003eFeed\u003c\/i\u003e; the National Book Award Finalist \u003ci\u003eThe Assassination of Brangwain Spurge\u003c\/i\u003e, cocreated with Eugene Yelchin; \u003ci\u003eYvain: The Knight of the Lion\u003c\/i\u003e, illustrated by Andrea Offermann; \u003ci\u003eSymphony for the City of the Dead\u003c\/i\u003e; \u003ci\u003eLandscape with Invisible Hand\u003c\/i\u003e; and many other books for children and young adults. M. T. Anderson lives near Boston, Massachusetts.\u003cb\u003eyour face\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e is not\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e an organ\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWe went to the moon to have fun, but the moon turned out to completely suck.\u003cbr\u003e   We went on a Friday, because there was shit-all to do at home. It was the beginning of \u003cbr\u003e spring break. Everything at home was boring. Link Arwaker was like, “I’m so null,” and Marty was all, “I’m null too, unit,” but I mean we were all pretty null, because for the last like hour we’d been playing with three uninsulated wires that were coming out of the wall. We were trying to ride shocks off them. So Marty told us that there was this fun place for lo-grav on the moon. Lo-grav can be kind of stupid, but this was supposed to be good. It was called the Ricochet Lounge. We thought we’d go for a few days with some of the girls and stay at a hotel there and go dancing.\u003cbr\u003e   We flew up and our feeds were burbling all sorts of things about where to stay and what to eat. It sounded pretty fun, and at first there were lots of pictures of dancing and people with romper-gills and metal wings, and I was like, This will be big, really big, but then I guess I wasn’t so skip when we were flying over the surface of the moon itself, because the moon was just like it always is, after your first few times there, when you get over being like, Whoa, unit! The moon! The goddamn moon! and in­stead there’s just the rockiness, and the suckiness, and the craters all being full of old broken shit, like domes nobody’s using anymore and wrappers and claws.\u003cbr\u003e   The thing I hate about space is that you can feel how old and empty it is. I don’t know if the others felt like I felt, about space? But I think they did, because they all got louder. They all pointed more, and squeezed close to Link’s window.\u003cbr\u003e   You need the noise of your friends, in space.\u003cbr\u003e   I feel real sorry for people who have to travel by themselves. In space, that must suck. When you’re going places with other people, with this big group, everyone is leaning toward each other, and people are laughing and they’re chatting, and things are great, and it’s just like in a commercial for jeans, or something with nougat.\u003cbr\u003e   To make some noise, Link started to move his seat up and back to whack Marty’s knees. I was like trying to sleep for the last few minutes of the flight because there was nothing to see except broken things in space, and when we’re going hard I get real sleepy real easy, and I didn’t want \u003cbr\u003e to be null for the unettes on the moon, at the hotel, if any of them were youch.\u003cbr\u003e I guess if I’m honest? Then I was hoping to meet someone on the moon. Maybe part of it \u003cbr\u003e was the lone­liness of the craters, but I was feeling like it was maybe time to hook up with someone again, because it had been a couple months. At parties, I was starting to get real lonely, even when there were other people around me, and it’s worse when you leave. Then there’s that silence when you’re driving home alone in the upcar and there’s nothing but the feed telling you, \u003ci\u003eThis is the music you heard. This is the music you misse\u003c\/i\u003ed\u003ci\u003e. This is what is new. Listen. \u003c\/i\u003eAnd it would be good to have someone to download with. It would be good to have someone in the upcar with you, flying home with the lights underneath you, and the green faces of mothers that you can see halfway through the windows of dropping vans.\u003cbr\u003e   As we flew across the surface of the moon, I couldn’t sleep. Link was playing with the seat like an asshole. He was moving it forward and backward. Marty had dropped his bird, these fake birds that were the big spit and lots of people had them, and Marty’s bird was floating off, because there was hardly any gravity, and whenever he leaned out to get his bird, Link would slam his seat back like meg hard and it would go bam on Marty’s face, and they would start laughing. Marty \u003cbr\u003e would be all, “Unit! Just wait one —” and Link would be, “Go for it. Try! Try it!” and Marty would be like, “Unit! You are so — !” And then they would be all big laughing and I felt like a complete bonesprocket for trying to sleep when there was fun. I kept hoping the waitress lady would say something and make them shut up for a minute, but as soon as we got out of Earth’s gravitational zone she had gone all gaga over the duty-free.\u003cbr\u003e   I didn’t want to be sleepy and like all stupid, but I had been drinking pretty hard the night before and had been in mal and I was feeling kind of like shit. So it was not a good way to start this whole trip to the moon, with the seat thump­­ing on Marty’s face, and him going, “Unit! I’m \u003cbr\u003e trying to get my bird!”\u003cbr\u003e   Link was saying, “Go for it.”\u003cbr\u003e   Marty went, “Linkwhacker! Shit! You’re like doing all this meg damage to my knees and my face!”\u003cbr\u003e   “Kiss the chair. Pucker up.”\u003cbr\u003e   They both started laughing again. “Okay,” said Marty. “Okay, just tell me which of my frickin’ organs you’re going to smash this time.”\u003cbr\u003e   “Keep your tray in the upright position.”\u003cbr\u003e   “Like what organ? Just tell me.”\u003cbr\u003e   “Those aren’t organs.”\u003cbr\u003e   “What do you mean?”\u003cbr\u003e   “Your face is not an organ.”\u003cbr\u003e   “My face is too an organ. It’s alive.”\u003cbr\u003e   “Omigod, is there enough oxygen?” said our friend Calista. “Because are you having some kind of neuron death?”\u003cbr\u003e   “I’m trying to sleep,” Loga complained. 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