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I Woke Up Dead at the Mall by Judy Sheehan (English) Paperback Book

Description: I Woke Up Dead at the Mall by Judy Sheehan Sixteen-year-old Sarah wakes up dead at the Mall of America only to find she was murdered, and she must work with a group of dead teenagers to finish up the unresolved business of their former lives while preventing her murderer from killing again. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description When Sarah wakes updead at the Mall of America, she learns that not only was she murdered,her killer is still on the loose. I WOKE UP DEAD AT THE MALL is a terrifically fun & voicey YAnovel thattackles some of lifes - and the afterlifes - biggest questions.When youre sixteen, you have your whole life ahead of you. Unless youre Sarah. Not to give anything away, but . . . shes dead. Murdered, in fact. Sarahs murder is shocking because she couldntbeany more average. No enemies. No risky behavior. Shes just the girl on the sidelines.It looks like her afterlife, on the other hand, will be pretty exciting. Sarah has woken up dead at the Mall of America-where the universe sends teens who are murdered-and with the help of her death coach, she must learn to move on or she could meet a fate totally worse than death- becoming a mall walker.As she tries to finish her unfinished business alongside her fellow dead teens, Sarah falls hard for a cute boy named Nick. And she discovers an uncanny ability to haunt the living. While she has no idea who killed her, or why, someone she loves is in grave danger. Sarah cant lose focus or shell be doomed to relive her final moments again and again forever. But can she live with herself if she doesnt make her death matter? Author Biography Judy Sheehan is one of the original cast members and creators of the long-running stage hit Tony n Tinas Wedding. She was the playwright-in-residence at New York Citys prestigious Looking Glass Theatre and has had plays produced there and at regional theaters around the country. She lives in New York City, which is sort of like living in a giant mall.From the Hardcover edition. Review … "This sparkling debut pulls out all the stops: sweet, sad, hopeful, funny, and romantic in turn, its a story bound to make readers laugh even as they cry." —Booklist starred review"A feel-good novel about being dead? Only in this quirky, even romantic story."—Kirkus"Humorous and offbeat."—School Library Journal Review Quote "This sparkling debut pulls out all the stops: sweet, sad, hopeful, funny, and romantic in turn, its a story bound Excerpt from Book Chapter One I Feel Dead Inside I woke up dead. At the mall. Still dressed in the (hideous) mango chiffon bridesmaid gown I was wearing when I died. My hair was still pulled back in an elaborate ponytail that was meant to look windswept, but trust me, it would have survived a tsunami. This proves that if you use enough product, your hair can endure things the rest of you cant. My shoes sparkled in the light. My french manicure was unchipped. I was surrounded by waves and waves of mango chiffon. Isnt this perfect? I had actually kept my mouth shut, opting not to tell the bride that Id never be caught dead in mango. Now here I was. Dead. In mango. I knew without even a tiny flicker of doubt that I was dead, but I didnt want to know it. (By the way, thats my specialty: knowing things Id rather not know.) And just for the record, I didnt have the white-light-and-loved-ones-coming-to-welcome-me-because-death-is-a-wonderful-thing transition to the afterlife. Oh no. It felt like I was on a malfunctioning ride at Six Flags and the staff had abandoned us in an electrical storm. I rose up, up, up and took a sharp turn to the right, then a big drop, then a loop, then suddenly rose up again, going faster. So yes, my afterlife started with motion sickness. Nice. And now I just wanted to slow down the rushing river of panic that was flowing through my veins. FYI: mango chiffon will make you sweat more than usual. The place was crowded with the ever-so-typical mall suspects: crying toddlers, frazzled parents, laughing teenagers, exhausted store employees, and overweight mall cops. I waved my hands in front of one of the cops and shouted, "Hey! Can you help me? Please!" He yawned and checked his phone. Why? Because he couldnt see or hear me. Why? Because he was alive and I was dead. High over our heads was a multicolored star with these words stretched across its middle: MALL OF AMERICA. (Which is in Minnesota. I never ever once considered that the afterlife was in Minnesota. Did you?) New York City was where I lived and where I died before my time. And you could say that Manhattan is a giant mall, with subways in place of escalators. This was my first Minnesota visit, and so far, sorry, no, I was not enjoying it. I stayed on my brown modular bench, in my ugly dress and shoes, rocking back and forth, holding myself together at the elbows. It seemed like the thing to do. There were roller coasters off in the distance, so the rumbling sounds of passing conversations were punctuated with high-pitched screams, which was sort of perfect. Keep screaming. But then the screams stopped. The crowd thinned out. I watched the shoppy shoppers head home to face their buyers remorse. And now is the time to say that this mall was huge. It was ridiculous. It was stupid big. It was like a massive, fake, shiny city. The bright, patriotic Mall of America sign was like a colorful North Star. There was a kiosk with a cheerful and insanely complicated map. So this place was four stories tall, a million miles wide, with approximately three billion stores. Plus roller coasters. There was a big TV screen above the map, which suddenly lit up and blared an ad for CBS This Morning. It was loud, bright, and absolutely terrifying. I stared at it like it was a roaring dragon. But it stopped midsentence as the lights began to dim all around me. One by one, the escalators stopped moving. The mall turned sort of dark, but it wasnt empty. It still had me. Off to my right, I saw something move. A person. No. Two people. No. Three. They were walking toward me. Slowly and at an even, steady pace. A chill zapped me from my spine to my skull. "Hello?" I called out. "Can you hear me? Can you see me?" I stood up and got a better look at them. All three were youngish, all staring off into the distance as they walked toward me. Closer and closer. "Hey!" I shouted. "What do you want?" They didnt speak a word but kept coming closer. So. The thing to do when youre scared for your life (assuming youre actually alive) is to put on your best tough New York voice and yell, "Back off!" And then run like hell. The escalators were stopped, but I leapt upward, two steps at a time, to the next level. I mentally kicked myself for not watching any zombie shows when Id had the chance as I turned and saw two more, walking along on this level. I leapt to the top floor, with nobody following me. They just kept walking, as if they hadnt noticed me. Youngish, spaced out, silent. Were they everywhere? I stood in front of a darkened multiplex and asked, "Now what?" right out loud. The deep, hard silence all around me was interrupted by a click-clack click-clack coming from the escalator. I spun around and caught sight of a pair of truly unfortunate shoes, worn by a cheerful young woman speed-walking toward me. She wasnt a slow-walking zombie. And. She could see me. "Hi there!" she said, confirming that yes, she really could see me. "They were having some very big sales today or I would have found you sooner. You picked a busy day to die, missy!" She had sparkling blue eyes and blond hair braided over her head. She was dressed in a bright blue polyester suit that made her look like she was applying for an internship at Me So Corporate, Incorporated. Her shoes were like horses hooves. "Welcome!" She clapped her hands in delight. "Im Bertha!" She looked like she was my age, but she sounded like a cartoon grandmother, with a faint Irish lilt to her voice. (And who names their kid Bertha? Doesnt that qualify as child abuse?) "So then. Youre Sarah. And youre really rather dead. But you didnt move on, did you now? No siree! Youre a bit stuck, arent you?" She kept answering her own questions as she took me by the arm (please dont invade my personal space) and guided me into a narrow hallway. (BTW, when I was alive, I never let anyone guide me into a narrow hallway.) "You have unfinished business, Sarah. You were murdered, and youre a bit upset about it." She said this as if she were saying, Oh, you spilled the milk, but dont cry over it, okay? "Um, wait up, there, Bertha," I said, taking my arm back to its rightful, solitary place. "I wasnt murdered. If I really am dead, I died from food poisoning. It was accidental." "Oh dear me." Bertha sighed and led me to a side exit marked AUTHORIZED DTTW PERSONNEL ONLY. ALARM WILL SOUND. She pushed past as if she had all the authorization in the world. And after all that warning, we just ended up in a Bed Bath & Beyond. "Arent you just a bundle of unfinished business!" She took my hands (!) and sat me down on an ugly ottoman, while she sat on an even uglier one. "What does DTTW mean?" I asked, already dreading the answer. "Dead to the World," she explained patiently. "The living cant come in here. They cant even see it." (Sorry I asked.) "I may be dead, but Im not murdered-dead. Thats completely worse," I reasoned (sort of unreasonably). Bertha had an air of I-know-everything-oh-you-poor-fool. "You were poisoned, Sarah. Murdered. Killed. Slain. Im quite certain of that." "But I didnt have any enemies. Nobody would want to kill me," I insisted. Because I was right. She started to say, "And yet, someone did," but I cut her off. "Okay then. Who killed me?" I asked. "And why? It makes no sense. Why would someone kill me?" Bertha just smiled some more at me, which became more and more infuriating. "Its so nice here!" she replied. "This mall has everything. The living dont notice the dead here, what with the bright lights and the sales and free samples. Most malls are haunted. Did you know that? The Boy saves this extra-big one for New Yorkers. Rather a tough town, isnt it? We get our fair share of murder victims." The boy? What boy? I looked around, but Bertha kept talking. It was as if this were a long, memorized speech (badly performed) and if I interrupted her, shed have to start over. And nobody wanted that. She cleared her throat, crossed her feet at the ankles (so ladylike), and clasped her hands in her lap. "Im here to help you let go of your old life. All that attachment, all that connection. You have to say goodbye to it all." She leaned in a little closer, and I thought she was enjoying this. "And heres how youll do it: youll get to revisit a day from your life. Youll go to your funeral, and youll work with me and your fellow dead to let go of your old life." "What, like group therapy for the dead?" I smirked, trying not to throw up in my brain. "Yes! Youve got the idea," she declared, totally missing the fact that I was mocking her. "And if you can finish the stuff that has you tied to the living world, then off you go to your next life! Isnt that lovely?" "What if I cant?" I just had to ask. She touched my arm (!) and answered, "You will. Im really good at this!" I didnt believe her. I thought she could tell. "Let me take you up to our floor. We have our very own stores, separate from the living! Isnt death such fun already?" And with that, she directed me past an elevator on the side wall of the store. She was a little too good at dodging my questions. (And if we were going upstairs, why didnt we get in that elevator?) "But what about my murderer?" I asked. "What happens to him? Or her? Or them?" Bertha shook her head and half-smiled. "Youre asking all the wrong questions, Sarah." Details ISBN0553512498 Author Judy Sheehan Short Title I WOKE UP DEAD AT THE MALL Pages 288 Language English ISBN-10 0553512498 ISBN-13 9780553512496 Media Book Format Paperback Year 2017 Country of Publication United States Place of Publication New York Imprint Ember Publication Date 2017-04-25 UK Release Date 2017-04-25 AU Release Date 2017-04-25 NZ Release Date 2017-04-25 US Release Date 2017-04-25 Narrator Matthew Beard Illustrator Gregory Copeland Birth 1927 Affiliation Lecturer, University of Fort Hare Position Professor Qualifications J.D. Audience Age 12 Publisher Random House USA Inc DEWEY 813.6 Audience Childrens (6-12) We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137688599;

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