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Von der Schwierigkeit, gegen den Strom zu schwimmen
Ihr ganzes Leben lang gehörte Einserschülerin und Spitzensportlerin Nanette O’Hara zu den Mädchen, die alle Regeln befolgen – bis zu dem Tag, als sie den Kultroman ›Der Kaugummi-Killer‹ liest. Auf einmal beginnt Nanette, ihr gesamtes Dasein in Frage zu stellen, und sie trifft auf den Einzelgänger Alex, der, ebenfalls ein großer Fan des Buchs, sich ähnlich wie der Held im Roman konsequent jeder Anpassung verweigert. Als Nanette und Alex sich ineinander verlieben, und sich näherkommen, fasst sie erstmals den Mut, sich offen gegen ihr bisheriges Leben aufzulehnen. Doch die radikale Weise, mit der Alex seine Auflehnung durchzieht, bereitet Nanette zunehmend Probleme…
291 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 31, 2016
And then one day you will look for you in the mirror and you’ll no longer be able to identify yourself - you’ll only see everyone else. You’ll know that you did what they wanted you to do. You will have assimilated. And you will hate yourself for it, because it will be too late.
I kept berating myself for being ungrateful, and yet I couldn't shake the feeling that it was a trick somehow.
I knew I was privileged, but what good was that if I still didn't get to make my own choices? Was it a privilege to be secretly miserable my entire life?








It felt like so many years' worth of anxiety and worry were trying to escape all at once—maybe like an emotional volcano, only my mom and dad, they didn't run away to save themselves but sprinted right into my lava. They both jumped up off the couch and wrapped their arms around me even though it meant touching each other. We stayed like that for a long time, and it felt good—almost enough to justify everything that had precipitated it, but not quite.


“Well, there’s the type of person who says there are certain types of people and then tries to be one type or the other. And then there are others who say bananas to the whole concept of types and won’t allow themselves to be filed neatly away under some sort of ridiculously limiting category.”Okay I'll start with my own-kind of-self pitying story. My summer holidays are going on and I have been feeling really really low on motivation. About doing anything actually. It was so intense, that I was chucking away every other book I picked up. I couldn't read. I KNOW RIGHT? Major catastrophe!
“What type are you?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t believe in types.”
“But you just said there are two types!”
“Those who believe in types and those who don’t.”
“You’re making my head hurt!”
“Bananas!”
“What?” I said, and then laughed.