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392 pages, Paperback
First published July 31, 2014
All the people are chatting and laughing and smiling and it sort of makes me feel a bit sad, like I’m watching them through a dirty window.
I find one song that I really love and then I listen to it about twenty billion times until I hate it and have ruined it for myself.
Someone’s banging on the door of the bathroom. I’ve been in here for ages just staring at myself in the mirror, watching my eyes tear up and dry and tear up and dry.
“I’m a little bit in love with everyone I meet.”
I listen to the dark. They’re all coming to get you. Your heartbeats are footsteps.
Don’t be sad any more. Don’t be sad any more.
🌈 buddy read with a golden soul
[The hackers] would need to find an exploit [the system] is vulnerable to, even though it's not likely running any services. Most schools are running firewall/antivirus and aren't listening for incoming connections. It would be very difficult/improbable. Basically, if it was up to date on patches as well then no way. Unless those kids have zero day exploits that most experts are dying to find. :P
Coding God: software engineer with a degree in computer science
The large majority of teenagers who attend Higgs are soulless, conformist idiots. I have successfully integrated myself into a small group of girls who I consider to be "good people," but sometimes I still feel that I might be the only person with a consciousness, like a video game protagonist, and everyone else are computer-generated extras who have only a select few actions, such as "initiate meaningless conversation" and "hug."
"Can you imagine me being excited about anything?"
"Tori," says Mum, "Oliver should have been in bed an hour ago."
Oliver doesn't seem to hear her. I glance up from the race.
"That's not really my job," I say.
"You're so different," he says [...]. "You're more serious."
[...] "I'm, well, I am probably the least funny person since Margaret Thatcher."
"No, but you were always dreaming up all these imaginary games. Like our Pokémon battles. Or the secret base you made out of the cornered-off section of the playground."
"Would you like to have a Pokémon battle?" I fold my arms. "Or am I too unimaginative for that?"
"No." He's digging himself into a hole, and it's actually quite funny to watch. "I—oh, I don't know."
"Here's my number."
I nod at her and go to walk off.
"Er, Tori?"
"Yeah?"
"You look a bit—" She doesn't finish her sentence.
It's 7:00 a.m. She can piss off.
I walk away, throwing the piece of paper in a bin as I pass it.
Coming out as a book hater to my dad is comparable to coming out as gay to homophobic parents.