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375 pages, Hardcover
First published May 28, 2013
“The last thing I see before falling asleep is the Kali painting on Skunk’s wall. Her blue-gold body is draped in equal parts flowers and severed heads – as if beauty and horror were interchangeable and what matters most is trusting in the dance.”When it comes to what we talk about when we talk about mental illness, Wild Awake is a full-throated, primal shout in a sea of polite murmuring. It is a painful and joyous cry, unapologetically discordant, demanding to be heard. It begins with a phone call and ends with a view; in between it is a burst of cacophonous music that sounds like nothing else, and somehow exactly as it should.
“People like to think everything can be explained by chemistry.”There is a telling line in the novel – during a conversation about whether Toilet Duck or Windex is more trustworthy – that references the tendency to attribute various human experiences to chemistry. This mentality informs much of our current dialogue around mental illness and medication, and our apparent need to reduce these to tangible terms we can easily understand. We call it a “chemical imbalance”, we say “you wouldn’t criticise someone with [insert physical illness] for taking medication..” in an effort to justify and explain. This is not inherently wrong, but it is a limited, narrow view through which to approach the subject of mental illness. It’s part of the story, but not the whole; just one position on an entire spectrum of interpretation.
"You got hit by a car and you didn't tell me?"
I swing my legs off his lap and sit up. "Whatever, homey. The Way is an invincible fortress."
"You really should wear a helmet," he says, and I pat his big warm hand. "Oh, Bicycle Boy," I say. "Most things in life feel better when you don't have a chunk of Styrofoam strapped to your head."
"This absorbing debut explores the most profound mystery of all: love."
—GAYLE FORMAN, New York Times bestselling author of If I Stay and Just One Day

“The universe, I realize, is full of little torches. Sometimes, for some reason, it's your turn to carry one out of the fire - because the world needed it, or your family needed it, or you needed it to keep your soul from twisting into a shape that's entirely wrong.”
"Sometimes, a problem looks so small you can crush it between your fingers. Then you wake up one morning and it's eating you alive."
"I want to be good for the world — pure and true and wise and somehow saintly, somehow illuminated. I want to have experienced something that has changed me, and so I act changed."
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“Things you earnestly believe will happen while your parents are away:
1. You will remember to water the azaleas.
2. You will take detailed, accurate messages.
3. You will call your older brother, Denny, if even the slightest thing goes wrong.
4. You and your best friend/bandmate Lukas will win Battle of the Bands.
5. Amid the thrill of victory, Lukas will finally realize you are the girl of his dreams.
Things that actually happen:
1. A stranger calls who says he knew your sister.
2. He says he has her stuff.
3. What stuff? Her stuff.
4. You tell him your parents won’t be able to—
5. Sukey died five years ago; can’t he—
6. You pick up a pen.
7. You scribble down the address.
8. You get on your bike and go.
9. Things . . . get a little crazy after that.*
*also, you fall in love, but not with Lukas.”
“blah blah blah...But a phone call from a stranger shatters Kiri's plans. He says he has her sister's stuff—her sister, Sukey, who died five years ago. This call throws Kiri into a spiral of chaos that opens old wounds and new mysteries.”






“I'm dying,' I say carefully, trying to load each word with as many layers of meaning as I can.
'All right,' says my mom. 'Go take a nap.”



