{"product_id":"odd-one-out-isbn-9781101939567","title":"Odd One Out","description":"\u003cb\u003eFrom the\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e#1\u003ci\u003e New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eDear Martin\u003c\/i\u003e comes an honest and touching depiction of friendship, first love, and everything in between. Perfect for fans of \u003ci\u003eLove, Simon \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eWhat If It's Us.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCourtney Cooper and Jupiter Sanchez (Coop \u0026amp; Jupe!) have been next-door neighbors and best friends since they were seven-years-old. She's his partner-in-crime and other half. But lately, Cooper can't ignore he might want something more than friendship from Jupiter. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen Rae Chin moves to town she can't believe how lucky she is to find Coop and Jupe. Being the new kid is usually synonymous with pariah, but around these two, she finally feels like she belongs. She's so grateful she wants to kiss him...and her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJupiter has always liked girls. But when Rae starts dating Cooper, Jupe realizes that the only girl she ever really imagined by his side was \u003ci\u003eher.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOne story. Three sides. No easy answers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAN NPR BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eBOSTON GLOBE\u003c\/i\u003e BEST CHILDREN'S BOOK OF 2018\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\"Fans of Nic and new readers will find themselves engrossed.\" \u003ci\u003e-Teen Vogue\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\"Declaring yourself--how you would like to be represented and whom you want to love and connect with--is treated with real tenderness.\" \u003ci\u003e-The New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eOdd One Out:\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003eAn NPR Best Book of 2018!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“For fans of authors who dig complex relationships, like Shannon M. Parker, Ashley Woodfolk and Misa Sugiura.” \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e–Paste Magazine\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Essential reading.\" \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e–Booklist, \u003c\/i\u003eStarred Review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"An important and necessary love story.\" \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e–SLJ\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Stone challenges stereotypical notions of what it means to be straight, bisexual, or gay, showing how sexual identities and desires can be as complicated as the individual human brain.\" \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e–PW\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eDear Martin:\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA 2018 BookExpo Editors' Buzz Selection!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn Indies Introduce Selection!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA Kids' Indie Next List pick!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Powerful, wrenching.\" \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e–\u003c\/i\u003eJohn Green, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eTurtles All the Way Down\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Absolutely incredible, honest, gut-wrenching. A must read!\" \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e–\u003c\/i\u003eAngie Thomas, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Hate U Give\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Painfully timely and deeply moving.\" \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e–\u003c\/i\u003eJodi Picoult, #1 New York Times bestselling author\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Raw and gripping.\" \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e–\u003c\/i\u003eJason Reynolds, bestselling coauthor of \u003ci\u003eAll American Boys\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"Teens, librarians and teachers alike will find this book a godsend. . . . Vivid and powerful.\" \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e–Booklist, \u003c\/i\u003eStarred\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A visceral portrait of a young man reckoning with the ugly, persistent violence of social injustice.\" \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e–Publishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eNic Stone\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of many novels, including the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller \u003ci\u003eDear Martin \u003c\/i\u003eand its \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling sequel, \u003ci\u003eDear Justyce\u003c\/i\u003e. She also penned the young adult titles \u003ci\u003eOdd One Out\u003c\/i\u003e, an NPR Best Book and an ALA Rainbow Book Top Ten, \u003ci\u003eJackpot\u003c\/i\u003e, a love-\u003cu\u003eish\u003c\/u\u003e story that takes a searing look at economic inequality, and \u003ci\u003eChaos Theory\u003c\/i\u003e, a Southern Book Prize finalist and a YALSA Quick Pick Selection. Her middle-grade novels include \u003ci\u003eClean Getaway\u003c\/i\u003e, a \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller, and \u003ci\u003eFast Pitch\u003c\/i\u003e, which received two starred reviews including from \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, which said, “Black girl magic hits a home run in Stone’s latest.” Nic lives in Atlanta with her adorable little family.I, Courtney Aloysius Cooper IV, Should Be a Very Sad Dude\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI should be devastated or pissed or deflated as I let myself into the house next door and climb the stairs to my best friend’s bedroom. I should be crushed that less than a month into my junior year of high school, my latest girlfriend kicked me to the curb like a pair of too-­small shoes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt’s ridiculous that I have to stop outside the door to get my act together so Best Friend won’t get suspicious, isn’t it? Rubbing my eyes so the whites look a little red, slumping my shoulders, hanging my head, and poking my bottom lip out just the slightest bit so I look sad . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBest Friend doesn’t even look up from her phone when I open the door. Normally I’d be offended since I did all this work pretending sadness, but right now it’s a good thing she keeps her eyes fixed to the little screen. She’s sitting at her desk, laptop open, in one of those thin-­strapped tank tops—­nothing underneath, mind you, and she’s got a good bit more going on up there than most girls our age. She’s also wearing really small shorts, and she’s not small down bottom, either. In the words of her papi: “All chichis and culo, that girl . . .”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I can’t not notice. Been trying to ignore her *assets* since they started blooming, if you will, in seventh grade. Largely because I know she would kick me to the curb if she knew I thought of her . . . that way. But anyway, when I see her sitting there with her light brown skin on display like sun-­kissed sand and her hair plopped on top of her head in a messy-­bun thing, my devastated-­dumped-­dude act drops like a bad habit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI close my eyes. The image has already seared itself into my memory, but I need to pull myself back together. With my eyes still closed, I cross the room I know better than my own and drop down into the old La-­Z-­Boy that belonged to my dad.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDespite the squeak of the springs in this chair, she doesn’t say a word.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI crack one eye: no earbuds. There’s no way she doesn’t realize I’m in here. . . . She smiles at something on her phone, tap-­tap-­tap-­tap-­taps around, and after literally two seconds, there’s the ping of an incoming text. She L’s-­O-­L.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI sigh. Loudly. Like, overly loudly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTap-­tap-­tap-­tap-­tap-­tap. “You’re back early,” she says without looking up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You should put some clothes on, Jupe.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Pffft. Last I checked, you’re in my domain, peon.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTypical. “I need to talk to you,” I say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“So talk.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePing! She reads. Chuckles.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWho the hell is she even talking to?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI take a deep breath. Wrangle a leash onto the green-­eyed monster bastard raging within. “I can’t.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe glares over her shoulder at me. “Don’t be difficult.” God.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEven the stank-­face is a sight to behold. “You’re the one being difficult,” I say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, well, excuse me for feeling any opposition to you waltzing into my room without knocking and suggesting that I adapt to your uninvited presence.” She sets her phone down—­thank God—­faces her computer, and mutters, “Friggin’ patriarchy, I swear.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI smile and glance around the room: the unmade bed and piles of clothes—­dirty stuff on the floor near the closet, clean in a basket at the foot of the bed; the old TV and VHS player she keeps for my sake since she never uses them when I’m not here, or so she says; the photo on the dresser of me, her, my mom, and her dads on vacation in Jamaica six years ago; the small tower of community service and public speaking certificates and plaques stacked in the corner that she “just hasn’t gotten around” to hanging on the white walls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI’ll never forget my first time being in here ten years ago: she was six, and I was seven, and a week after Mama and I moved in next door, Jupe dragged me into this “domain” of hers because she wanted “to know more about my sadness.” She knew we’d moved because my dad died—­I told her that the day we met. But this was the day I hit her with the details: he was killed in a car crash and he’d been out of town and I hadn’t gotten to say goodbye.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStill hate talking about this.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI cried and cried on her bed, and Jupe wrapped her skinny arms around me and told me everything would be okay. She said she knew all about death because her bunny Migsy “got uterined cancers and the vet couldn’t save her.” And she told me that after a while it wouldn’t “hurt so bad,” but “I’ll be your friend when it hurts the most, Courtney.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd there she is: Jupiter Charity-­Sanchez at her computer, with her grass-­green fingernails, three studs in each ear, and a hoop through her right nostril, likely organizing some community event to bring “sustenance and smiles” to the local homeless or a boycott of some major retailer in protest of sweatshop conditions in Sri Lanka.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJupe—­my very, very best friend in the universe. Force, firebrand, future leader of America, I’m sure.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis is home. She is home.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Did you pull together a donation for the Carl’s Closet clothing drive like I asked you to, loser?” she says.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSee?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I forgot,” I reply.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe shakes her head. “So unreliab—­”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePing!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe snorts when she reads this time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Who are you texting?” I ask as she taps out her response.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“If you must know, her name is Rae.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Rae?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Rae. She’s new. Just moved here.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Why don’t I know her?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“She’s technically a sophomore.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“So why do you know her?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What’s with the third degree, Coop?” She turns back to her computer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI grab a pair of balled socks from the clean-­clothes basket and lob it at her head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBingo.","brand":"Ember","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46305374240997,"sku":"NP9781101939567","price":11.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781101939567.jpg?v=1767734003","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/odd-one-out-isbn-9781101939567","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}