"Chemo, radiation, a zillion surgeries, watching my mom age twenty years in twenty months . . . if that's part of the Big Dude's plan, then it's pretty obvious, isn't it? Enough said."
Smart-mouthed and funny, sometimes raunchy, Richard Casey is in most ways a typical seventeen-year-old boy. Except Richie has cancer, and he's spending his final days in a hospice unit. In this place where people go to die, Richie has plans to make the most of the life he has left. Sylvie, the only other hospice inmate under sixty, has a few plans of her own for Richie. What begins as camaraderie quickly blossoms into real love, and this star-crossed pair is determined to live on their own terms, in whatever time remains.
Chemo, radiation, a zillion surgeries, watching my mom age twenty years in twenty months: if that's part of the Big Dude's plan, then it's pretty obvious, isn't it? Somebody up there hates you.
SUTHY has landed me here in this hospice, where we--that's me and Sylvie--are the only people under thirty in the whole place, sweartogod. But I'm not dead yet. I still need to keep things interesting. Sylvie, too. I mean, we're kids, hospice hostages or not. We freak out visitors; I get my uncle to sneak me out for one insane Halloween night. Stuff like that. And Sylvie wants to make things even more interesting. That girl's got big plans.
Only Sylvie's father is so nuclear-blasted by what's happened to his little girl, he glows orange, I swear. That's one scary man, and he's not real fond of me. So we got a major family feud going on, right here in hospice. DO NOT CROSS line running down the middle of the hall. It's crazy.
In the middle of all of this, really, there's just me and Sylvie, a guy and a girl. And we want to live, in our way, by our own rules, for whatever time we've got. We will pack in some living before we go. Trust me. So let's get to it.