"Intelligent and fast-moving, cleverly shifts between comic-book thrills and touching realism." -- THE NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW
Before the attack, Tom Harvey was just an average teenager. But a head-on collision with high technology has turned him into an actualized App. Fragments of a shattered iPhone are embedded in his brain. And they're having an extraordinary effect on his every thought.
Because now Tom knows, sees, and can do more than any normal boy ever could.
But with his new powers comes a choice: To avenge Lucy, the girl he loves, will he hunt down the vicious gangsters who hurt her? Will he take the law into his own electric hands and exterminate the thugs from the South London housing projects where, by fear and violence, they rule?
Not even his mental search engine can predict the shocking outcome of iBoy's actions.
A WiFi, WTF thriller by YA master Kevin Brooks.
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Kevin Brooks is the groundbreaking author of the internationally acclaimed novels DAWN; BLACK RABBIT SUMMER; BEING; THE ROAD OF THE DEAD, a Mystery Writers of America "Edgar" nominee; CANDY; KISSING THE RAIN; LUCAS; and MARTYN PIG, which received England's Branford Boase Award for Best First Novel. Brooks lives in Yorkshire, England.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
When he saw me standing there-a hooded figure with a nightmare face — Jayden froze, shocked, scared to death. I reached out to push him back into the elevator. I only intended to give him a shove, but when my hand touched his chest, my fingers flashed and I felt something jolt through my arm, and Jayden was suddenly flying backward as if he'd been hit with a sledgehammer. As he slammed against the lift wall and slumped to the floor, I stepped in after him and the doors closed behind me.
There was a faint smell of electricity in the elevator-a hot, crackly kind of smell-and as I hit the button for the ground floor I realized that the skin of my hands was shimmering, too, just like my face. And the ends of my fingertips were glowing red.
The elevator started to descend.
I looked down at Jayden. He was very pale, his face white and rigid, his hands shaking.
He stared at me for a moment, then wiped his mouth and spat on the floor. "What the hell are you?"
I guessed that meant that he wasn't too badly hurt.
"I'm your worst nightmare," I told him.
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