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Zevin, Gabrielle

 
9781250010285: All These Things I've Done (Birthright)
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ISBN 10: 1250010284 ISBN 13: 9781250010285
Verlag: Square Fish, 2012

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From Gabrielle Zevin--the New York Times best-selling author of Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow and The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry--comes the first book in the Birthright series, All These Things I've Done, a masterful novel about an impossible romance, a mafia family, and the ties that forever bind us.

In 2083, chocolate and coffee are illegal, paper is hard to find, water is carefully rationed, and New York City is rife with crime and poverty. And yet, for Anya Balanchine, the sixteen-year-old daughter of the city's most notorious (and dead) crime boss, life is fairly routine. It consists of going to school, taking care of her siblings and her dying grandmother, trying to avoid falling in love with the new assistant D.A.'s son, and avoiding her loser ex-boyfriend.

That is until her ex is accidently poisoned by the chocolate her family manufactures and the police think she's to blame. Suddenly, Anya finds herself thrust unwillingly into the spotlight--at school, in the news, and most importantly, within her mafia family.

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Über die Autorinnen und Autoren

Gabrielle Zevin is the New York Times and internationally best-selling author of several critically acclaimed novels, including The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry, which is now a motion picture, and Young Jane Young. Her novel Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow was one of the best books of the year, according to the New York Times, the Washington Post, Time, Entertainment Weekly, the Atlantic, Oprah Daily, Slate, NPR, the Hollywood Reporter, and many other outlets. Her work have been translated into forty languages. She lives in Los Angeles.

Ilyana Kadushin is best known for her narration of the Twilight audiobook series, and has worked on other audiobooks, including The Memory Keeper's Daughter, Post Grad and Dune, which won an Audie Award. Her other voice work includes national commercials, animation, and popular video games such as Lord of the Rings.

Kadushin has performed as both an actor and a singer for companies including Nickelodeon, BBC America, Sesame Street Television, MTV, and Cartoon network. She sang on the soundtrack of HBO Best Documentary Film Award & Finalist Separate But Equal.

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All These Things I've Done

By Gabrielle Zevin

Square Fish

Copyright © 2012 Gabrielle Zevin
All right reserved.
ISBN: 9781250010285
All These Things I've Done
I.
i defend my own honor
THE NIGHT BEFORE JUNIOR YEAR--I was sixteen, barely--Gable Arsley said he wanted to sleep with me. Not in the distant or semidistant future either. Right then.
Admittedly, my taste in boys wasn't so great. I was attracted to the sort who weren't in the habit of asking permission to do anything. Boys like my father, I guess.
We'd just gotten back from the coffee speakeasy that used to be off University Place, in the basement of a church. This was back when caffeine, along with about a million other things, was against the law. So much was illegal (paper without a permit, phones with cameras, chocolate, etc.) and the laws changed so quickly, you could be committing a crime and not even know it. Not that it mattered. The boys in blue were totally overwhelmed. The city was bankrupt, and I'd say maybe 75 percent of the force had been fired. The police that were left didn't have time to worry about teens getting high on coffee.
I should have known something was up when Gable offered to escort me back to the apartment. At night at least, it was a pretty dangerous trek from the speakeasy to where I lived on East Ninetieth, and Gable usually left me to fend for myself. He lived downtown, and I guess he figured that I hadn't been killed making the trip yet.
We went into my apartment, which had been in the family practically forever--since 1995, the year my grandma Galina was born. Galina, who we called Nana and who I loved like nobody's business, was busy dying in her bedroom. She had the distinction of being both the oldest and the sickest person I had ever known. As soon as I opened the door, I could hear the machines that were keeping her heart and everything else pumping. The only reason they hadn't turned the machines off, like they would have for anyone else, was because she was responsible for my older brother, my little sister, and me. Her mind was still sharp, by the way. Even confined to the bed, not much got past her.
Gable had had, maybe, six espressos that night, two of them with shots of Prozac (also illegal)--and he was mad up. I'm not making excuses for him, only trying to explain a few things.
"Annie," he said, loosening his necktie and sitting down on the couch, "you gots to have some chocolate in here. I know you do. I'm gagging for it. Come on, baby, hook Daddy up." It was the caffeine talking. Gable sounded like a different person when he was on the stuff. I especially hated when he referred to himself as Daddy. I think he'd heard it in an old movie. I wanted to say, You aren't my daddy. You're seventeen years old, for God's sake.Sometimes I did say this but mostly I let it go. My actual daddy used to say that if you didn't let some things go, you'd spend your whole life fighting. Chocolate was why Gable'd said he wanted to come up to the apartment in the first place. I told him he could have one piece and then he had to leave. The first day of school was tomorrow (my junior year as I mentioned; his senior), and I needed to get some sleep.
We kept our chocolate in Nana's room in a secret safe in the back of her closet. I tried to be real quiet as I walked past her bed. Not that there was much of a need for that. Her machines were as loud as the subway.
Nana's room smelled like death, a combination of day-old egg salad (poultry was rationed) and overripe honeydew melons (fruit was pretty scarce) and old shoes and cleaning products (purchase permitted with voucher). I went into her walk-in closet, pushed her coats out of the way, and entered the combination. Behind the guns was the chocolate, which was superdark, with hazelnuts, and came from Russia. I put a bar in my pocket and closed the safe. On my way out, I stopped to kiss my grandmother on the cheek, and she woke up.
"Anya," she croaked, "what time did you get home?"
I told her that I'd been home for a while. She'd never know the difference anyway and she'd only worry if she knew where I'd been. Then I told her to go back to sleep, that I hadn't meant to wake her. "You need your rest, Nana."
"What for? I'll be resting forever soon enough."
"Don't talk like that. You'll be alive a really long time," I lied.
"There's a difference between being alive and living," shemuttered before changing the subject. "First day of school tomorrow."
I was surprised she remembered.
"Go get yourself a nice chocolate bar from the closet, okay, Anyaschka?"
I did what she said. I put the bar from my pocket back in the safe and replaced it with a different, identical one.
"Don't show anybody," she said. "And don't share it unless it's with someone you really love."
Easier said than done, I thought, but I promised I wouldn't. I kissed my grandmother's papery cheek again. I closed the door softly behind me. I loved Nana, but I couldn't stand to be in that awful room.
When I went back out to the living room, Gable wasn't there. I knew where he'd be.
Gable was lying in the middle of my bed, passed out. As I saw it, that was the problem with caffeine. A little of it, and you had a nice buzz. Too much, and you were a goner. At least, that's how it was for Gable. I kicked him, not too hard, on the leg. He didn't wake up. I kicked him again, harder. He grunted a little and rolled onto his back. I figured I'd let him sleep it off. If worst came to worst, I'd sleep on the couch. Anyway, Gable was cute when he slept. Harmless, like a puppy or a little boy. I suppose I liked him best that way.
I took my school uniform from my closet and laid it out on my desk chair for the next day. I organized my bag and charged up my slate. I broke off a single piece of dark chocolate. The flavor was strong and woodsy. I rewrapped the rest in its silver foiland put it in my top drawer for safekeeping. I was glad I hadn't had to share it with Gable.
You're probably asking why Gable was my boyfriend when I barely wanted to share chocolate with him. The thing is, he wasn't boring. He was a little dangerous and, stupid girl that I was, I guess I found that sort of thing attractive. And--God rest your soul, Daddy--it could be said that I lacked positive male role models. Besides, sharing chocolate wasn't some casual thing: it really was hard to come by.
I decided to take a shower so I wouldn't have to do it in the morning. When I got out ninety seconds later (everyone's showers ran on timers because of how expensive water was getting), Gable was sitting cross-legged on my bed while stuffing the last of my chocolate bar down his throat.
"Hey," I said, my towel wrapped around me, "you went into my drawer!"
Chocolate was smudged on his thumb, index finger, and the inside corners of his mouth. "I wasn't snooping. I sniffed it out," he said in the middle of a bite. He paused chomping long enough to look up at me. "You look pretty, Annie. Clean."
I wrapped my towel tighter around myself. "Well, now that you're awake and you've had your chocolate, you should leave," I said.
He didn't move.
"Come on, then! Out!" I said this strongly, if not loudly. I didn't want to wake my siblings or Nana.
That's when he told me that he thought we should have sex.
"No," I said, wishing very much that I hadn't been so foolishas to take a shower while a...

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Verlag
Square Fish
Erscheinungsdatum
2012
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
1250010284
ISBN 13 
9781250010285
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Anzahl der Seiten
384
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