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Live the ultimate high. Pay the ultimate price. The shocking return to YA by the author of SMACK.
A new drug is on the street. Everyone's buzzing about it. Take the hit. Live the most intense week of your life. Then die. It's the ultimate high at the ultimate price. Adam thinks it over. He's poor, and doesn't see that changing. Lizzie, his girlfriend, can't make up her mind about sleeping with him, so he can't get laid. His brother Jess is missing. And Manchester is in chaos, controlled by drug dealers and besieged by a group of homegrown terrorists who call themselves the Zealots. Wouldn't one amazing week be better than this endless, penniless misery? After Adam downs one of the Death pills, he's about to find out. "A writer of the highest quality with exceptional powers of insight." -- THE LONDON TIMES MELVIN BURGESS is the recipient of both the Carnegie Medal and the Guardian Children's Fiction Award for his controversial bestseller JUNK (SMACK in the US). He is the author of more than twenty books for young readers, including DOING IT, BLOODTIDE, SARA'S FACE, and KILL ALL ENEMIES. Visit his website http://melvinburgess.net and follow him on Twitter @MelvinBurgess. From THE HITAdam crept upstairs as quietly as he could and lay on the bed. He stayed still, then tried texting Lizzie."I'm sorry. Please talk to me."Nothing. "Please, Lizzie, please. I need you."He stared at the screen, texted again. The same thing.That was it. It was over. He was never going to see her again. Adam took out the bag of pills and held one in the palm of his hand. He turned on the TV. It was an old movie. A man and a woman kissed. She rested her head against his neck and sighed deeply.Some kind of scam, those pills. Not real. Could be. Maybe, maybe not. Who knew?Adam popped the pill into his mouth, but didn't swallow, just held it there. It was an answer, wasn't it? One glorious week. What else had he got to look forward to now?"We need a place of our own," said the man on the TV. The woman reached up and kissed him again. She sighed.He could sell the rest of the pills and have the time of his life. Why not? The pill was dissolving in his mouth. It tasted acrid. Adam reached over to the glass of water by his bed, took a mouthful, and swallowed.He lay there. What had he done? Not much, he thought. What had he got to lose? Not much. "A writer of the highest quality with exceptional powers of insight." -- THE LONDON TIMES
A new drug is on the street. Everyone's buzzing about it. Take the hit. Live the most intense week of your life. Then die. It's the ultimate high at the ultimate price. Adam thinks it over. He's poor, and doesn't see that changing. Lizzie, his girlfriend, can't make up her mind about sleeping with him, so he can't get laid. His brother Jess is missing. And Manchester is in chaos, controlled by drug dealers and besieged by a group of homegrown terrorists who call themselves the Zealots. Wouldn't one amazing week be better than this endless, penniless misery? After Adam downs one of the Death pills, he's about to find out. "A writer of the highest quality with exceptional powers of insight." -- THE LONDON TIMES MELVIN BURGESS is the recipient of both the Carnegie Medal and the Guardian Children's Fiction Award for his controversial bestseller JUNK (SMACK in the US). He is the author of more than twenty books for young readers, including DOING IT, BLOODTIDE, SARA'S FACE, and KILL ALL ENEMIES. Visit his website http://melvinburgess.net and follow him on Twitter @MelvinBurgess. From THE HITAdam crept upstairs as quietly as he could and lay on the bed. He stayed still, then tried texting Lizzie."I'm sorry. Please talk to me."Nothing. "Please, Lizzie, please. I need you."He stared at the screen, texted again. The same thing.That was it. It was over. He was never going to see her again. Adam took out the bag of pills and held one in the palm of his hand. He turned on the TV. It was an old movie. A man and a woman kissed. She rested her head against his neck and sighed deeply.Some kind of scam, those pills. Not real. Could be. Maybe, maybe not. Who knew?Adam popped the pill into his mouth, but didn't swallow, just held it there. It was an answer, wasn't it? One glorious week. What else had he got to look forward to now?"We need a place of our own," said the man on the TV. The woman reached up and kissed him again. She sighed.He could sell the rest of the pills and have the time of his life. Why not? The pill was dissolving in his mouth. It tasted acrid. Adam reached over to the glass of water by his bed, took a mouthful, and swallowed.He lay there. What had he done? Not much, he thought. What had he got to lose? Not much. "A writer of the highest quality with exceptional powers of insight." -- THE LONDON TIMES