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Ned Vizzini

Be More Chill

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One boy’s exploration of what it takes to be “cool”, how to get a girl and what (not) to do when you’ve got one…
What do you do if you’re not cool?If girls are just an impossible (wet) dream?Simple.Take a pill containing a supercomputer that travels to your brain and tells you how to be cool — all the time! In the voice of your choice!Then, it’s goodbye porn and geekdom, and hello hot chicks, parties and a whole new perspective on life.
Meet Jeremy — the guy with a heart, who exchanges the **** in his hand for a squip in his head.
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184 printed pages
Publication year
2009
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  • Sheep Melnshared an impression7 years ago
    👍Worth reading

    I enjoyed it quite well, I find the personality of the squip to be entertaining. I'm just glad to find this book online due to my love for the musical. Keep in mind the differences from this book and the musical is large but they are both wonderful in their own ways.

  • Денис Карпенкоshared an impression7 years ago
    👍Worth reading
    🚀Unputdownable

    Pretty nice!

  • Florentina Bujupaishared an impression7 years ago
    👍Worth reading
    🎯Worthwhile
    😄LOLZ

    Yup

Quotes

  • xpsychoxgirlxhas quoted8 years ago
    I’ll feel like…” Like I do all the time, like I feel whenever I can’t dial a phone number or dance at a dance or hold a hand right. Like I’m used to feeling. “Like shit.”
  • rama alrifaihas quoted5 years ago
    Ho pippity pum pum!” Dad says, shaking his penis—
    “Jesus, what is wrong with you people?!”
    “Jeremy?”
    “Can you finish off in the second bathroom? Please?!” I plant my hands to either side of the sink and close my eyes.
    “Jeremy?” Mom asks, cracking the door. Then, hissing at Dad: “Put a towel on!”
  • rama alrifaihas quoted5 years ago
    Dad is completely naked, as usual before 10.00 a.m, except for his black socks. “Um, could I, um, get a little privacy in here?”
    “Son, you’re catching me midstream,” Dad says.
    “Yeah, I can hear that.”
    “Don’t be embarrassed. Pretend we’re in the army. No other heads available. Ten-hut.”
    “Dad, you were never in the army.” I turn toward him, then regret it because his naked butt looks weird. It always looks like it’s pressed up against a sheet of glass.

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