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368 pages, Paperback
First published September 15, 2008
"We don't belong here. Not at all."
"He gave the two girls a gloomy look. "If either of you wants to have your very own room on the moon right now, you're very welcome to mine. It isn't exactly how I . . . envisioned it."
Mia took the hint and gave him a wry smile. "Okay, Antoine. Come on. Your girls will look after the poor little Frenchman who's afraid of being alone."
Antoine threw up his arms and looked around as if to say, Can you blame me? and followed them into the room."
“I’m sorry about that,” [her father] said.Houston, we have a problem, I can't find logic in the last two sentences, hurry!
“About what?” Mia asked.
“About … everything. That this wasn’t what you’d planned for yourself. But you know, John Lennon once said, ‘Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.’”
Mia wasn’t about to argue with John Lennon. After all, she was a musician herself.
She wouldn't say anything to her parents about wanting to move away from Yokohama in particular or Japan in general until they were well into their post-moon world tour. Then she'd suggest that they go see this Grand Canyon place. And then, as they stood there looking at the (probably not all that majestic) view, she could let the words drop: What if we just moved here?Talk about the good motivation.
And maybe, just maybe, they would say yes. It was a possibility anyway, and for now she'd have to believe it could work. Her life simply depended on it, she thought.
If not, the whole trip to the moon would be a complete waste.
He wasn’t doing it to put as much distance between himself and Simone as possible. It was more that he hoped that she would follow his experiences on TV and realize she still loved him.Good motivation, anyone, please?
If not that, this whole thing would be a total waste.
The man brushed aside their questions with a few curt, vague answers before opening his briefcase and taking out reams of paperwork. Midori and her parents had to sign countless documents, insurance forms, waivers for this and that, release of liability forms in the event of this or that, and so on. It would have been completely impossible to read them all; all they could do was sign where the man pointed with his well-manicured finger, over and over and over again until he seemed satisfied, smiled, and bowed deeply before thanking them and leaving, just as quietly and emotionlessly as he had arrived.Why would you want to read them in the first place? It's not that they're connected to your daughter's safety, is it?
They remembered the pictures on TV of the space shuttle Challenger shown over and over again in 1986. It had exploded in a sea of flames seventy-three seconds after takeoff, killing all seven on board. [...]Are you fucking kidding me, Mia? But wait for it, she's not the only one that ignorant.
Actually, only her parents were thinking about that. Mia wasn’t aware of that infamous accident. She hadn’t even been born when it happened. What she was thinking about, as the taxi slowed down and parked outside the hotel, was her friends.
Was it really as safe as his father thought it would be? How many other people had done this before him? Ten? Twelve? It couldn’t be more than that, he was sure.Thanks God for Kiddle, maybe now kids will learn how to google stuff they have to know before flying to the moon. But what's that? There's more!
How long did it take to fly to New York anyway?So basically, she's flying to the moon and can't even find out how long does it take to fly to New York? Did they hold a lottery among the most stupid teenagers on the planet? And how are you planning to fly for (nonsense!) four days to the moon, Midori? You have to find some way to get through this.
Eight hours?
Nine?
Longer?
She was going to have to find some way to get through this.
Family and friends arrived for the launch the next day. Mia saw Antoine’s and Midori’s parents standing behind the fence at the launch center, waving. The astronauts’ families were there, too: wives, children. But no Mom. No Dad. No Sander. [...]How bloody sweet. Okay, I get it, her parents signed her up for this trip, but she could deny the invitation, couldn't she? You're going to the moon, for God's sake! But no, the only things Mia really cares about are music and her friends (not really, her band). So when some real shit happens, these are the only things that come to her mind.
That’s when she spotted them, and realized they’d been there the whole time, almost hidden in the background, so she wouldn’t be embarrassed by them. For a brief moment she knew she really loved them after all.
She thought of everything she would lose, that she would never get to see for the foreseeable future: the woods, the ocean, beaches, streets, cities, cars, people... She thought of her friends, who would go on with their lives without her. The band, concerts she wouldn’t get to be part of. And after the battery in her iPod ran out, and that would be soon, it might be a whole year before she heard any music again at all. That thought was unbearable, and actually made her feel worse than the thought that she might never make it home again.Wow. Just wow.
“[...] What’s the plan for Aldrin’s boots?” [...]Really? No, really? Who let 5 y.o into the NASA's communication center?
“There are no … uh … special plans for them, no,” the response crackled back over the speaker.
“Great,” Midori said, grabbing the boots. “Then I’m taking them. They’re super cool. A little big, though.” She turned around and carefully walked back over to the group.
“Houston, one of the kids just took Aldrin’s boots from the surface!” Caitlin exclaimed.
[...] “Well,” came the response finally, “he ought to have put a little more thought into where he tossed his things. Let her keep them. Until everyone returns to Earth, at least.”
"To the moon, Alice!" --The Honeymooners (1955)First of all, if I was ever going to read a book based solely on its cover, it would be this one. That eye, that desolate, lunar landscape, that solitary, shadowy figure.
In space, no one can hear you scream. --Alien (1979)
"Five, four - ignition sequence!"
"Three."
"Two, one -"
"WE HAVE LIFTOFF!"
Behind closed doors, they knew what happened here in the past.