The Way the World Ends (Warmer, #1)

by Jess Walter

(Don’t Do Unto Others Unless You Absolutely Can’t Help It, and If You Do Unto Others, for God’s Sake Use a Condom).

Trevor hugged him, and when they pulled back, Jeremiah shocked both of them by kissing him. “It was like a bomb going off,” Jeremiah told Garren. “Not only did I know—it felt like I’d always known.”

“I’m a little bit bisexual myself.”

Is it any wonder we are pulled so quickly from our sense of doom, from sorrow and desperation, in such a world as this? Who could believe that in such overwhelming beauty exists such fragility?

“But it seems to me,” Jeremiah says, choosing his words carefully, “that you shouldn’t give up hope until you’ve done everything you can.”

God, she realizes, we haven’t done anything. We bitch at conferences or we write papers, or we make antigun placards or we march on a specified day, or we put on a pussy hat or we protest for an hour, but then we go back to work, back to watching TV, back to lives of petty gossip and distraction.

“You’ve got to give them hope!”