Tashya and TS, of course, for their editorial guidance. Lisa Wray, for all she does for me on my bookish travels. Amy Jones and Michelle Renaud, for hanging out with me all over the place. Dave Carley, Heather Foy, Melissa Anthony, Brent Lewis. Sigh, there are so many to name. I never quite understood how many people are involved in putting together a book. Now I’ve seen it firsthand, and I’ve met so many of them, and it’s still pretty hard to wrap my head around it. Thank you for all you do.
Laura, who begged me for information about this book for a long time before I gave anything away, and yet loved me just the same. Also, for taking me on adventures, and for helping me cowrite the greatest pop song the world will ever hear.
My family, who begged me for information about this book for a long time before I gave anything away, and loved me a little less for it. Just kidding, Mom. Everyone who’s met my family knows they’re all great, and supportive, and deserving of their own paragraph in the acknowledgments sections of my books.
Annie Stone, for not leaving me completely orphaned. Emilia Rhodes, who, though she orphaned me, had a significant role in the creation of this book. Sara Shandler for her wisdom, particularly in improving the second half drastically. Josh Bank, too, since the pitching room would not be the same without him. Partially because it was his office.
To the incredibly supportive community of YA authors whom I’ve had the great pleasure of meeting since first getting published, either in person or online. Of course, the supportive community of readers, librarians, bloggers, booksellers, random one-time e-mailers, whom I’ve either met or e-met. I like meeting people, is what I’m saying, especially bookish people. It’s been my favorite part of being published: all the people I’ve met since.
My teacher friends at the American School Foundation, who let me sit in on high school classes in order to draw inspiration for made-up teens from actual teens, since, as much as we like to pretend, adults forget exactly what it’s like to be a teenager as soon as we’re not one. Brett Sikkink, Carlos Kassam-Clay, Perri Devon-Sand, Renee Olper, Julien Howeveryouspellyourlastname, Mark Abling, Guy Cheney, Amy Gallie, others I’m sure I’m forgetting. John Powell, for giving me a coaching job and still allowing me to run off to do author things. Harry Brake and Daniel Thomas for allowing me to crash their Open Mic nights. I promise no one in this paragraph inspired Mr. Marroney. The students of ASF, of course.
One last paragraph of friends whose names deserve to be in print: Chris Russell, David Isern, Maggie Vazquez, Edgar Gutierrez, Gonzalo Scaglia, Sergio Rodriguez, Paul Donnelly, Cassie Harrell, John Kennedy (real name), Gillian Horbach, Chris Farkas, Lundon Boyd, Ryan Troe. Joshua Zoller, who always has a hookah ready for me. Dawn Ryan, for her role in making it all happen. Cris de Oliveria, who will one day print my name in her acknowledgments section. Whytnee, Dennis, Bugs, Leah, who are always there to welcome me in NY.
Finally, a big sarcastic thanks to the jerk who made acknowledgments sections a common practice. I’m very grateful, to a lot of people. But this was stressful.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ADI ALSAID was born and raised in Mexico City, where he now lives after spending time in Israel, Las Vegas and California. His debut, Let’s Get Lost, was nominated for YALSA’s 2015 Best Fiction for Young Adults list. Visit Adi online at www.SomewhereOverTheSun.com, or follow him on Twitter: @AdiAlsaid.
“Reminiscent of John Green’s Paper Towns, Alsaid’s debut is a gem among contemporary YA novels.” —School Library Journal
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