Up All Night

Up All Night

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A brush with the supernatural?

A rock concert?

A reunion?

A poolside revelation?

The need to know what's up?

The confessions of a friend?

The dream of escape?

A sick pet?

An English assignment?

The rear-window view of a murder next door?

The search for the mother you never met?

What keeps you up all night?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780061971648
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 10/06/2009
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 418,916
File size: 2 MB
Age Range: 13 - 17 Years

About the Author

Peter Abrahams is the New York Times bestselling author of twenty-five books, including the Edgar Award-winning Reality Check, Bullet Point, and the Echo Falls series for middle graders. Writing as Spencer Quinn, he is also the author of the Chet and Bernie series—Dog on It, Thereby Hangs a Tail, and To Fetch a Thief. He and his wife live in Massachusetts with their dog, Audrey.

Libba Bray is the New York Times bestselling author of A Great and Terrible Beauty and Rebel Angels, both of which have appeared on ALA's Best Books for Young Adults list.

David Levithan is the critically acclaimed author of eight books for teens, many of which have appeared on ALA's Best Books for Young Adults list, including Boy Meets Boy, for which he won a Lambda Literary Award.

Sarah Weeks has written more than fifty books for young readers. Some of her picture books include Mrs. McNosh Hangs Up Her Wash, Sophie Peterman Tells the Truth!, and Glamourpuss. Her bestselling novel, So B. It, is a feature-length film starring Alfre Woodard and Talitha Bateman. Ms. Weeks visits thousands of students in elementary and middle schools across the country every year. She is also an adjunct professor in the prestigious MFA Writing for Children and Young Adults program at the New School. Sarah lives in Nyack, New York, with her husband, Jim Fyfe, and their dog, Mia. You can visit her online at www.sarahweeks.com.

Gene Luen Yang is the bestselling creator of American Born Chinese, which won the Michael L. Printz Award and was the first graphic novel ever to be nominated for a National Book Award.

Patricia McCormick is a former journalist and a two-time National Book Award finalist whose books include Cut, Sold, Never Fall Down, The Plot to Kill Hitler, Sergeant Reckless: The True Story of the Little Horse Who Became a Hero, and the young readers edition of I Am Malala. Patricia lives in New York. You can visit her online at www.pattymccormick.com.

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Up All Night SNY

Chapter One

"Counting the hours," my dad wrote in his last email. "Exactly forty-six more and I'm out of this godforsaken place. Phase Two begins! Love you all." All meaning Mom, my eleven-year-old brother, Neddy, and me, Lara.

"Hey Mom," I said. "An email from Dad."

"Is everything all right?" Mom said, hurrying over from whatever she was doing, the laundry maybe—laundry, I remembered at that moment, that I'd promised to take care of before school. For some reason, Mom just couldn't get used to these emails coming in real time from a war zone, got alarmed whenever one turned up in the in-box. She leaned over my shoulder for a closer look at the screen, a bottle of spot remover in her hand. I was aware of her eyes tracking the words, could feel her concentration, so intense.

"What's the time difference again?" Mom said.

"Thirteen hours?" I said. "Or maybe with turning back the clocks it's—"

"Why can't you guys get this?" said Neddy, doing his homework at the kitchen table. He glanced at his watch. "It's eight thirty-five a.m. over there, a.m. tomorrow."

"That's good," said Mom.

"What is?" I said.

"That it's already tomorrow," Mom said.

"For God's sake," said Neddy. "Forty-six hours is forty-six hours." Probably the very words Dad would have said, but they wouldn't have sounded so annoying coming from him. Dad had a real gentle voice, deep but soft. Neddy's voice had a grating undertone even when he was in a good mood. But he and Dad both had that precise way about them, a precision you could see in Dad's email, how the grammar wasalways right and all the letters that should have been capitalized were. That precision was what made him such a great pilot. Nobody had told me that—I just knew. Once, when I was really little and we still lived on the base, Dad took me up in an old World War Two P-39, let me sit on his lap while he flew. Somehow his hands on the controls looked intelligent, as though each contained a tiny brain, thinking about every movement. I felt so safe, like the sky was my natural element. He even did a few barrel rolls, just to hear me laugh. Dad liked my laugh, for some reason. "Where'd Lara get a laugh like that?" he'd say.

Mom went to the calendar on the fridge door. "So forty-six hours from now means Thursday at six thirty-five P.M.?"

"Duh," said Neddy.

Mom took a red marker and made a big ! in Thursday's square. That didn't mean Dad was coming home on Thursday; they always flew to the Ramstein base in Germany first. But he'd be back by Sunday or Monday and then there'd be big changes, what Dad called Phase Two of our lives. Phase Two started with Dad resigning from the service and taking a piloting job with Executive Air, a charter company. Mom and Dad were real happy about it. He'd be home three or four nights a week and most weekends, and the pay was good. They'd already put down a deposit on a house in almost the nicest part of town. A house with a pool! Plus Neddy and I were going to have our own bedrooms for the first time, instead of sharing. Even the address sounded great: 88 Hickory Lane. I'd already written it on all my schoolbooks, scratching out "3712 Baseline Road, Apt. 19."

Mom went to the beauty parlor and had highlights put in her hair. Once or twice I heard her singing to herself. Mom had a beautiful singing voice, had even made a demo for some record producer when she was a teenager. She cleaned the apartment from top to bottom and rearranged the furniture. Thursday night she made a special dinner—pork roast with orange sauce and pecan pie for dessert. Mom kept glancing at the clock. At six thirty-five she went to the fridge and took out a bottle of wine. Mom didn't drink wine, didn't drink at all. "Who wants a little sip?" she said.

"Bring it on," said Neddy.

Mom gave him a look. "Just this once, buster," she said.

I took three glasses from the cupboard and set them on the table. Mom was unscrewing the cap off the wine when the buzzer went. She pressed the intercom button and said, "Yes?"

Then came some static, followed by a man's voice. "Mrs. Byron?"


"First Lieutenant Kevin Skype and Chaplain Ferrarra to see you, ma'am. May we come up?"

Mom went white, the color of a corpse in the movies. The bottle of wine slipped from her hand and smashed on the floor, but while it was still in midair I noticed a soaring eagle on the label, rising in a pure blue sky, the image so clear. I remembered that eagle way better than anything that happened in the next few days.

There's a crazy thing I've thought about a lot of times and still don't understand. After someone dies—someone close to you, I mean, like a father—why should it be so important to get the body back and bury it? They're dead, right? That's the big thing. So what difference should it make? All I can tell you is that it does. It makes a big difference.

I know, because we never got to bury my dad. Chaplain Ferrarra said there was nothing to recover after the crash, nothing human to bury. We had the funeral—packed church, trumpeter playing Taps, buddies of Dad's who called him a hero. They were all so gentle, big guys kind of trying to make themselves smaller, if you know what I mean, so they wouldn't be towering over the three of us. Something strange happened to me in the church: I suddenly felt so alive, more alive than I'd ever been, just glowing with it, hyperconscious of my beating heart, the blood flowing through my veins, the oxygen filling my lungs. That shamed me, but there was nothing I could do about it. Anyway, the full-of-life feeling didn't last long. Soon the three of us were back in Apartment 19 at 3712 Baseline Road and I was all hollowed out. Going through the motions: an everyday saying that I now understood through and through.

Up All Night SNY. Copyright © by Peter Abrahams. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
In this anthology, six phenomenal authors answer the question ¿What would keep you up all night?¿ The authors are Peter Abrahams, Libba Bray, David Levithan, Patricia McCormick, Sarah Weeks, and Gene Luen Yang. At first, I thought this book would contain personal stories from these authors, but I soon realized they were fictional short stories. My favorite of the six had to be Libba Bray¿s short story about a group of four friends who go to a rock concert. Libba Bray, the author of the Great and Terrible Beauty series, is an amazing author. Out of the six stories, hers was the longest and most enjoyable one for me to read. I also enjoyed the stories by David Levithan and Patricia McCormick. David¿s story was a little confusing and pointless at first, but I liked the ending. Patricia¿s story was just plain creepy until the ending, which was hilarious. Sarah Week¿s story was the saddest. And the other two were okay, but nothing something I would remember for a long time. I have to say I had my doubts about reading this book because I¿m not usually a fan of anthologies. I would say that this book is only okay it¿s not something I would rush out to buy.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Six stories relate to the darkness and the wonder of staying up all night.

Libba Bray writes about four best friends going to a concert and looking for the band's after party. When they need a place to crash, they spend the night at one girl's father's new apartment, almost exposing a huge family secret.

The family in Peter Abraham's story attempt to move on after the death of a loved one, but can they reach him from beyond the grave before they let go?

David Levithan explores one girl's search to let go of social politeness and to find herself in the darkness of the night.

These six stories (the remaining written by Patricia McCormick, Sarah Weeks, and Gene Luen Yang) will make readers think of the nighttime and all of the secrets and power it possesses.

Read these tales after dark.
knielsen83 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This had a great mixture of stories. I was a wee bit disappointed, because I thought there would be some supernatural/paranormal situations in it, but there really weren't. Otherwise, the stories were good, a series of different situations teenagers may face.
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This is not a chatroom its soppused to be for book reviews!! Go chat somwhere else
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
To me, this sounds lke a really good book. I mean, I absoultley LOVE Sarah Weeks and her books, but after reading some of the things about it, I'm not so sure that I want to read it now.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I tottally understand yoy want a chat room. Its just ive never read this book and i cant finf any or the reviews because of the chatroom. Its really annyoing. Maybe you could try to do that under the warror books? Thank yiu
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This seems like a good book but i wouldnt know becuz u guys dnt write how the book is and its obiously not a chat room.....they leave rate and reviews for books not for a chat rook duh.. people r waste of time!
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This book seems like the book that can entertain people. I havent read it yet but im going to. Does anybody else think this was a good book?
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Umm. . . would someone actually help me and write what they actually thought about this book? Sorry not to be rude.
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I love warriors and i usually do tbe chat thingy but fer this i actually wanna knoabout tje book ~Silvershimmer
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We-ell, I'd love to chat, but I wasn't actually expecting anyone to respond and now have to sleep. -3- dumb me. Bleh. Well, I'll try to chat tomorrow night.