{"product_id":"the-treasure-map-of-boys-isbn-9780385734271","title":"The Treasure Map of Boys","description":"From E. Lockhart, author of the highly acclaimed, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller \u003ci\u003eWe Were Liars, \u003c\/i\u003ewhich John Green called \"utterly unforgettable,\" comes \u003ci\u003eThe Treasure Map of Boys\u003c\/i\u003e, the third book in the uproarious and heartwarming Ruby Oliver novels.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRuby is back at Tate Prep, and it’s her thirty-seventh week in the state of Noboyfriend.  Her panic attacks are bad, her love life is even worse, and what’s more: \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Noel is  writing her notes, Jackson is giving her frogs, Gideon is helping her cook, and Finn  is making her brownies. Rumors are flying, and Ruby’s already-sucky reputation is  heading downhill. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Not only that, she’s also: running a bake sale, learning the  secrets of heavymetal therapy, encountering some seriously smelly feet, defending  the rights of pygmy goats, and bodyguarding Noel from unwanted advances.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In this  companion novel to \u003ci\u003eThe Boyfriend List \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Boy Book, \u003c\/i\u003eRuby struggles to secure  some sort of mental health, to understand what constitutes a real friendship, and  to find true love—if such a thing exists.\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003ethe treasure map of boys\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Fans will continue to root for the authentic if self-centered narrator as she relates both the hilarious and painful moments of her life….They will appreciate her honest insights about the good and bad in everyone.”—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \"Lots of laugh-out-loud moments. Ruby is smart, confused, and often foolish when it comes to love; few characters ring this true. As Ruby would say: complete and utter deliciousness.”—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Ruby is funny—very funny. She expresses herself in a manner both self-depricating and precocious, with a quirky use of language and an appreciation for the absurd that is thoroughly endearing. A definite purchase.”—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Ruby’s voice is solidly witty with that edge of hysteria characteristic of today’s teen girl narrators. If readers are already interested in her story, this is a must, but even those who’ve never met her will find this an enjoyable read.”—\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA Junior Library Guild Selection\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn ALA Best Book for Young Adults\u003cp\u003eE. Lockhart is the author of the highly acclaimed \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller \u003ci\u003eWe Were Liars \u003c\/i\u003eand the Ruby Oliver quartet (\u003ci\u003eThe\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eBoyfriend List, The Boy Book, The Treasure Map of Boys,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eReal Live Boyfriends\u003c\/i\u003e), as well as \u003ci\u003eFly\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eon the Wall, Dramarama,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eHow to Be Bad\u003c\/i\u003e (the last with Sarah Mlynowski and Lauren Myracle). Her novel \u003ci\u003eThe Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks\u003c\/i\u003e was a Michael L. Printz Award Honor Book, a finalist for the National Book Award, and winner of a Cybils Award for Best Young Adult Novel. She lives in Brooklyn, New York.\u003c\/p\u003eChapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRuby,\u003cbr\u003eIn laboratories dim\u003cbr\u003eWe bend to Fleischman's whim\u003cbr\u003eAnd suffer twice a week\u003cbr\u003eHorrors terrible to speak.\u003cbr\u003eWill you deign\u003cbr\u003eTo ease my pain?\u003cbr\u003eOr will I slowly\u003cbr\u003eGo insane?\u003cbr\u003eSay you'll be my partner true\u003cbr\u003eIn Chemistry, it's me and you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e--written on yellow legal paper in Noel's cramped, somewhat illegible scrawl; found in my mail cubby, folded eight thousand times and with a bit of coffee spilled on one corner.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethe first day back from winter break, junior year, I walked into Chem to find a head of red cabbage on every lab table. Also a juicer. Tate Prep is the kind of school where the chemistry teacher has a budget to buy fourteen juicers. I go there on scholarship.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMr. Fleischman started the class yelling, \"Happy New Year, people! Wash your hands and juice your cabbages! No fingers in the machinery!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was a small white man, only five foot two, with a pug nose and a large bald spot ill concealed by a comb-over. He jumped up and down more than most fifty-year-olds do and dyed what little hair he had left a shiny black. \"Kitchen science!\" cried Fleischman. \"That's our new unit, people. Everyday chemical reactions that happen in your very own home.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI washed my hands and juiced my cabbage. Sadly, I was familiar with the procedures for juicing vegetables because my mother had started the new year by embarking on a raw food diet. Her new idea of breakfast was celery juice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe cabbage was my cabbage and my cabbage alone because Noel was late. I'd gotten his note that morning in my mail cubby, but I hadn't seen him since before the holiday.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Say you'll be my partner true\/In Chemistry, it's me and you,\" he'd written.\u003cbr\u003eOnly now he wasn't here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Come to the front and get six plastic cups, protective gloves, baking soda, orange juice, liquid Drano, ammonia and vinegar,\" announced Fleischman. Katarina and Ariel, golden girls of the junior class, were squealing at the semi-disgusting purple glop that had formed in our juicers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I think I'm gonna puke from the smell,\" said Ariel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Don't puke,\" called Fleischman. \"There's no puking allowed in chemistry. Scientists never puke.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You smell it,\" said Ariel. \"See how you feel.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFleischman ignored her. \"Be careful with the ammonia, people. And the Drano. I'm not seeing the gloves on your hands. The gloves go on your hands. Is that too much to expect you to figure out?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI had to make three trips to the front to get everything. The third time, Ariel was there too. She held a little dish of orange juice. \"Hello, Ruby,\" she said to me. \"How was your break?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Good,\" I answered. Since the debacles of sophomore year had died down, Ariel, Katarina and Heidi all spoke to me if they had to. But I knew what they really thought of me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"We skied Mount Baker over New Year's,\" Ariel said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Cool.\" I shrugged. Skiing is not in my budget. I spent winter break helping my dad repair cracks in his greenhouse off the side of the houseboat we live in and watching way too many movies. Dad runs an obscure and deeply earnest gardening newsletter entitled Container Gardening for the Rare Bloom Lover.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhy was Ariel making conversation with me, anyhow?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yeah,\" she went on. \"Me, Katarina and Heidi were all about Sneaky Pete and Blueberry Cat Track.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI had no idea what she was talking about. Possibly ski trails. Possibly coffee drinks. Video games? Sexual positions?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But Cricket skied the Chute and Kim owned Gunners Bowl,\" Ariel went on. \"Jackson, Kyle and those guys came for New Year's. Such an excellent party.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOh.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat was why she was telling me this.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKim and Cricket are my ex-friends. Ariel was making sure I knew they'd all spent New Year's skiing together, which meant that Kim and Cricket were now firmly in the Katarina set.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Spankin',\" I said. Because of course it hurt that she had Kim and Cricket now. She meant it to hurt. There was nothing I could say in retaliation except something that would confuse her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Whatever,\" Ariel answered, wrinkling her nose.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI went back to my table and put spoonfuls of baking soda in my cups of cabbage juice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe cabbage juice turned blue.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I see it's turning blue, people!\" Fleischman cried, jumping. \"That's good. Now add precise dropperfuls of your various other substances to the blue cabbage juice, and make a record of how many droppers it takes to return the fluid to reddish purple. Then come to conclusions about the acidic and basic contents of your ingredients.\"\u003cbr\u003eI added ammonia to one of the cups. The juice turned green. Did that mean it was acidic or basic?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat were we supposed to be writing down, again?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs my lab partner, Noel was usually Captain of the Pen, while I was usually Captain of the Beaker.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhere was Noel? Was he really going to ask to be my lab partner and then ditch class?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd why had he asked to be my lab partner, anyway? We had been lab partners last term. We were obviously going to be lab partners this term too. There was no need to write a note about it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Drano turned my cabbage juice blue.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Later in the term we're doing the science of baking!\" Fleischman continued. \"Did you people know that chemical reactions are taking place constantly in your home ovens? In your very own blenders? It's fascinating, I promise you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe plastic gloves felt hot on my hands and I was starting to sweat in the warm lab. I was nervous about seeing Noel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBecause Noel liked me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr at least, he once liked me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I liked him back, if liking someone means you want to touch him whenever he's sitting next to you and he makes you laugh and you find yourself thinking about him, like, when you're alone in the shower with the door locked. If liking someone means that whenever he's in a room with you, even an auditorium or the refectory, you know exactly where he is and what he's doing, like you've got Noel radar.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYeah.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLast fall, Noel had asked if he could kiss me. I wanted to say yes and throw myself on top of him like a kissing lunatic--but there were a thousand reasons not to. It was very complicated. So I told him no.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfter that incident of extreme awkwardness, we had settled into being lab partners and occasionally eating lunch together with other people; a semi-friendship that didn't involve e-mailing, calling, writing each other notes or hanging out after school. So far, it had worked out okay. I mean, I just tried not to think about him--and most of the time I managed it.","brand":"Delacorte Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301654941925,"sku":"NP9780385734271","price":13.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780385734271.jpg?v=1767741903","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/the-treasure-map-of-boys-isbn-9780385734271","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}