This interwoven novel of short stories explores the relationships and love lives of teenagers during a blackout on a hot summer night in New York City.
Three Abba songs in and I’m looking for a way to escape my own car. Serves me right for aggravating a classic Prima Donna passenger with my philosophizing.
Prima Donnas are girls like this one now—pretty and buttoned-up. No hello or eye contact when they get in the car. Monosyllabic responses. Looking down at their phones like the meaning of life is on there.
small porch or set of steps at the front entrance of a house
We cross Atlantic Avenue onto another residential street. This one is lively, with neighbors mingling on the sidewalks or sitting on their stoops talking.
a playful, attention-getting act done for fun and amusement
Three little Black boys, maybe nine or ten years old, are completely soaked and happily dancing in and out of the water. Someone, maybe the older sister of one of them, is playing music from her phone and laughing at their antics.
“What do you miss most about Jamaica?” he asks.
When people ask me this question, I usually say something superficial—something they expect me to say—like my family or the beach or the food.
relating to the investigation of existence and knowledge
“If it weren’t for the Derrick situation, you think you’d like to spend some time with me debating esoteric philosophical podcasts about the nature of identity?”
unhappy about being away and longing for familiar things
The whole time I try to think of what to say to Derrick. Should it be something nostalgic? Something to remind him why we used to go out in the first place?