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Full Tilt

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by Neal Shusterman

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Sixteen-year-old Blake and his younger brother, Quinn, are exact opposites. Blake is the responsible member of the family. He constantly has to keep an eye on the fearless Quinn, whose thrill-seeking sometimes goes too far. But the stakes get higher when Blake has to chase Quinn into a bizarre phantom carnival that traps its customers forever.

In order to escape,


Sixteen-year-old Blake and his younger brother, Quinn, are exact opposites. Blake is the responsible member of the family. He constantly has to keep an eye on the fearless Quinn, whose thrill-seeking sometimes goes too far. But the stakes get higher when Blake has to chase Quinn into a bizarre phantom carnival that traps its customers forever.

In order to escape, Blake must survive seven deadly rides by dawn, each of which represents a deep, personal fear — from a carousel of stampeding animals to a hall of mirrors that changes people into their deformed reflections. Blake ultimately has to face up to a horrible secret from his own past to save himself and his brother — that is, if the carnival doesn't claim their souls first!

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KLIATT A roller coaster ride of a book.

Booklist A surreal, scary fantasy, packed with suspenseful psychological drama. Readers will savor the page-turning thrills in this wonderfully eerie story.

School Library Journal An unusual quest adventure.

Publishers Weekly
In a book that moves like one of the roller coasters it describes, a teenage boy must face a series of tests that represent his deepest fears in order to save his brother. Narrator Blake, a thoughtful 16-year-old student about to leave home for an early college career, follows his daredevil brother, Quinn, into a haunted amusement park. Once inside, he learns the park's sinister secret: he must finish seven rides by sunrise, or become trapped in the park forever. Ultimately, Blake is forced to confront the memory of a horrible bus accident from his early childhood, and the resulting fears and regrets that have stayed with him. Blake and Quinn are skillfully cast opposites: the former an orderly-minded, intellectual student who avoids risk, the latter an earring-studded adrenaline junkie who would rather flirt with death than be bored. Amusement parks, where chaos and order work hand in hand, make an ideal setting for coming-of-age stories (Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes, to which this book bears more than slight resemblance, being the best example). Despite the escalating surrealism of the rides, Shusterman keeps the narrative in Blake's matter-of-fact voice, making the tale oddly believable. But in the colorful blur of the park's tests and challenges, there is little time for deep character development, and Blake and Quinn evolve little beyond caricature. Ages 10-up. (June) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.

A roller coaster ride of a book.


A surreal, scary fantasy, packed with suspenseful psychological drama. Readers will savor the page-turning thrills in this wonderfully eerie story.

School Library Journal

An unusual quest adventure.

Children's Literature
Sixteen-year-old Blake is overly cautious and responsible, still gripped by memories of a harrowing bus accident he suffered as a young child, of which he was the sole survivor. His thirteen-year-old brother, Quinn, is overly wild and self-destructive, resisting their single mom's engagement to yet another loser boyfriend. The relationship between the two is tested and ultimately deepened when they enter the bizarre world of a phantom carnival, instructed by the alluring but demonic Cassandra that they must undergo seven harrowing rides before dawn—or remain captives of the carnival forever. The dark world of the carnival is reminiscent of Pleasure Island in Disney's Pinocchio, as hordes of jaded, thrill-seeking youths, such as Quinn, proceed blithely on to their doom. The rides themselves drag on for too many pages, with too many predictable cliff-hanging moments and narrow escapes, during which the reader may find his thoughts wandering: "Blake has to make it through this one; we're only up to page 100!" But Shusterman has a good grasp of teen psychology and orchestrates a moving reconciliation between Blake and Quinn, as Blake finally faces the truth of what really happened in his childhood bus tragedy and why he should no longer let it haunt him. Readers who want a horrific, disturbing (if somewhat overly drawn out) rollercoaster ride will welcome this one. 2003, Simon & Schuster,
— Claudia Mills
Sixteen-year-old Blake is the "responsible" friend-the safe driver, the one who watches out for his brother, the one who offers to wait in line for the long carnival rides while his friends go on the rides he would just as soon miss. There is something else about Blake, however, that gains him an invitation to a roving carnival led by the strangely alluring Cassandra. When Blake's younger brother disappears inside, Blake enters with his friends-offering up his soul for admission. All they must do is survive seven rides before dawn, but these rides are not ordinary, of course. Each supernatural ride is specially designed for its rider, built on that person's deepest fears. As the night wears on, it appears that Blake is a survivor and that he might be the one to battle Cassandra to the end of her game. Shusterman, author of Downsiders (Simon & Schuster, 1999/VOYA August 1999), again pulls together a riveting thriller with interesting characters. Through horror and fantasy, he imparts a sense of how someone under pressure can find courage, a sense of what's "right," and live with decisions made. VOYA Codes: 4Q 4P J S (Better than most, marred only by occasional lapses; Broad general YA appeal; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12). 2003, Simon & Schuster, 208p,
— Nina Lindsay
Kirkus Reviews
In this not-very-thrilling magical thriller, 16-year-old Blake comes to terms with old fears. Blake's younger brother Quinn is a reckless pest. Blake, on the other hand, is careful and studious: a Volvo driver who sorts his pencils. When a mysterious woman slips Blake an invitation to a theme-park rave, Blake chooses not to go-until Quinn swipes the invitation, and slips into a coma. Blake and two friends rush to the rave to save Quinn from whatever magical force has befallen him. If Blake defeats seven of the enchanted rides before dawn, he rescues Quinn; if he fails, they'll be lost forever. Blake conquers some challenges through cleverness, some through personal epiphanies, and others through dumb luck. Each success for Blake brings all of the main characters closer to self-knowledge. Since only Blake has any depth of character, it's not much of a trip. (Fiction. 10-15)

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Chapter 1

"I Go Places Sometimes"

It began the night we died on the Kamikaze.

I should have known the night was jinxed when Quinn lost his hat on the Raptor. I wasn't sure where on the roller coaster he lost it because I didn't ride with him; my friends, Russ and Maggie, did. I had volunteered to wait in line for Icewater Rapids.

"What a nice guy," Maggie had said, giving me a peck on the cheek. Well, nice guy or not, I had my own reasons.

The loss of Quinn's hat was the first trauma of the evening, but not the first of Quinn's life. Whole galaxies of traumas revolved around my brother. I knew he wouldn't part with his hat easily; it was one of his prized possessions — a black baseball cap with a very distinctive design on its face. Not the insignia of a sports team or a designer logo — that wouldn't do for Quinn. No, his hat featured a rude cartoon of a hand with its middle finger up. He loved that hat because he could flip everyone off on a continual basis.

He was still grumbling about his loss as he, Maggie, and Russ joined me in the line for Icewater Rapids.

"There should be catch-nets beneath the ride," Quinn complained. "They're gonna pay. Russ should have caught it — he was behind me!" As if the whole world were to blame.

"Ignore him and maybe he'll go away," Russ said, waving his beefy arm dismissively. Russ is what you might call a disenfranchised jock. He muscles up regularly, lifting weights, but never lasts more than a month in any of the sports he's tried, because he loses interest too quickly. Maybe that's because so many of the other guys on teams just try to impress the girls, while Russ had no need: He and Maggie had been dating since the beginning of recorded time, with no end in sight.

As for Maggie, she couldn't have cared less about Quinn's ravings. She checked herself out in a tall mirror — one of several distractions placed in the long line to break up the monotony. "Tell me the truth, do I look fat to you?" she asked me.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, seriously."

Russ just laughed.

"Maggie, it's a fun-house mirror. Of course you look fat. That's the point."

She sighed. "I know that, but fun-house mirrors never usually make me look this fat."

"Scootch down a bit," Russ said, "and you'll be fat in all the right places."

She poked him in the stomach for that one. Warped mirrors aside, Maggie was slim and nice looking. Smart, too. But to hear her talk, you'd think she was dumb and ugly, always comparing herself to the other girls in school.

"Congratulations," I told her, glancing once more at the mirror. "I always said you've got a distorted view of yourself. Now you really do."

She threw me a twisted grin, and Russ, thinking the grin was meant for him, clamped his muscular arm around Maggie's waist. I sometimes wondered if Maggie got bruises from the way Russ held her — like, if he let go, she might get away.

You're probably wondering how I fit into this little high school equation. Well, I suppose if the others are variables, I'm the constant. Constantly studying, constantly busy, constantly shuttling from swim team to debate team to home with the regularity of a celestial clock.

"That's what I like about you," Russ once told me. "You've got a level head — and I don't mean just the haircut."

As far as the equation went, I'd be out of it soon, on account of the way I tested out of high school. Not that I'm a genius or anything. I'm just a mix of a little bit of brains, a whole lot of studying, and a knack for multiple-choice tests. Blend that with a single parent earning minimum wage, and you get a scholarship to New York's Columbia University at sixteen. I was scheduled to leave next month, right after summer vacation, skipping my senior year of high school entirely.

"Columbia?" Russ had said. "Wow, I didn't even know you spoke Spanish!"

Maggie had told me he was kidding, but we both knew he wasn't. Let's face it, if my bulb was halogen, Russ had an energy saver. But that's okay. He had other things going for him. Like his easygoing personality. Like Maggie.

Me, I was between girlfriends. So when we took our little road trip to Six Flags, instead of a date, I ended up with Quinn.

I turned around, noticing that Quinn had stopped grumbling about his hat. That's because he was gone.

"Forget about him," Russ said. "He'll turn up eventually, and even if he doesn't, no great loss."

I shook my head. "If he gets into trouble, we'll all get ejected from the park." Which happened once before, when Quinn took an M-80 and blew up an animatronic mime.

"You know that's what he wants," Maggie said, "to make us all look for him."

"He's a waste of life," said Russ, and it annoyed me. I was the only one allowed to call Quinn a waste of life.

"Next time bring a metal detector," Maggie suggested. "Easiest way to find him."

I laughed at that. She was, of course, referring to Quinn's many facial accessories. Studs, rings, and dangling things. They weren't just in his ears, but in his eyebrows and nose. He had one in his lip, too. Call me old-fashioned, but I figure a thirteen-year-old like Quinn could get away with one, maybe two rings before maxing out the face-to-metal ratio.

I asked Russ and Maggie to wait for me when they were done with the raft ride. Then I wound my way out of the line until I came to a wide pathway that was almost as crowded as the line. In an amusement park this big, I knew if I let him get too far away, I'd never find him. And Maggie was right; he'd like that just fine. He'd ruin my night by making me worry where he was and what kind of crazy thing he was doing, then he'd show up at the car an hour after closing, with a smug grin stretched across his ring-filled face.

Fine, let him get lost, I told myself. I don't care. But the problem was, I did care, and that annoyed me even more.

For a long time everyone thought Quinn was autistic. Hard to believe that, looking at him now. Now he was just a self-centered royal pain. But when he was a baby, he would turn all his attention inward, never making eye contact with anyone. He was almost three and a half before he even spoke. It happened right before our parents split up. We went to one of those cheesy carnivals that came to town every year. Dad took us on a kiddie coaster. Quinn smiled — and back then Quinn never smiled. Then, when the little ride grinded to a halt, Quinn spoke.

"Daddy, more."

We were speechless. Until then Quinn had never put a coherent thought together. It was as if the ride had stimulated something in my brother that had always been dormant. Dad moved out a few weeks later. It was on the night of our annual viewing of The Wizard of Oz, just about the time that Almira Gulch turns into the Wicked Witch of the West. I still can't watch that movie without getting a sick feeling in my stomach, like it's my own house spinning inside of a tornado.

Our father probably would have left a few years earlier had Quinn not been born. Quinn wasn't planned. He was an "accident." Enough of an accident to keep Dad around until Quinn was three. Since he left, our lives have been a roller coaster of Mom's raging romances with men who weren't good to her, or to us.

As for Quinn, that first ride opened the door to bigger things. Stimulation and saturation. His life was a festival of excess that could not be contained. Deafening music, eye-popping bright colors, sugar added to almost everything he ate. Quinn's life was a bullet in a barrel ready to explode.

I searched the amusement park for fifteen minutes before I found him. I would have found him sooner had I been thinking like a lunatic, to whom breaking laws is a lifestyle choice.

About a dozen people stood in the middle of a wide pathway, looking up at something. I followed their gaze to some imbecile climbing the support scaffolding of a roller coaster. He was at least fifty feet high and leaned dangerously toward a piece of cloth wedged between two crossbeams. It was a hat. That's when I realized that the imbecile and I came from the same gene pool. And the law my brother was trying to break now was the law of gravity.

"Is that part of the Spider-Man show, Mommy?" I heard a little kid next to me ask. I hurried toward the roller coaster, ready to kill my brother, if he didn't do the job himself.

"Have I ever told you what a psycho you are?"

I stood on the exit stairs of the Raptor, looking out at Quinn, who clung to the support beam about six feet away from me. I looked around to see if any guards had noticed him out there, but for the moment Quinn's antics had found a security blind spot.

"Hey, defib, okay? I had to get my hat." He stretched his hand out toward it, but it was still just out of his reach.

"Did you ever consider engaging your brain?" I easily grabbed the hat from where I stood on the exit stairs.

He sneered at me, but he did seem a bit red in the face. "Oh, sure, do things the easy way." There was something else about him too. Not now, but when I'd first arrived. I'd seen the way he'd reached for his hat, as if he weren't hanging fifty feet above the asphalt. As if he didn't notice where he was until I'd brought it to his attention. There were times that he sort of slipped out of phase with reality — a holdover, I guess, from those early years when he was so locked in his own private universe. It wasn't just that he didn't see the big picture. Sometimes he saw a different picture entirely.

Now Quinn looked down, taking stock of his situation, and shrugged, swinging to another girder closer to the stairs, still using the ride's infrastructure as his own personal jungle gym.

"Isn't it enough that you drive Mom crazy?" I asked him. "Is it such a stretch for you to be normal just this once?"

He tossed his head, flinging a lock of his uneven hair out of his face. "If that's what you are, I'd rather be deviant."

Unable to reach the railing of the stairs from where he hung, he grabbed a bar above his head and let his legs swing free, as if the fifty-foot drop beneath him were nothing. A sizable crowd had gathered below, gawking and pointing.

That's when I noticed the vibration. I felt it in the staircase railing before I heard or saw it: a shuddering of metal crashing downhill. It came to me in an instant what I already knew but had forgotten until that moment.

The Raptor was a hanging roller coaster. The bars Quinn dangled from were part of the track.

Quinn realized it too, and he tried to swing himself closer to the railing but didn't have enough momentum.

All at once the train swung around an outside curve, its riders screaming with joy, completely unaware of my idiot brother directly in their path.

I leaned out as far as I could, grabbed Quinn by the waist, and wrenched him from the hanging track. I almost lost him, but I got enough of him over the rail to flip him onto the stairs. We tumbled on the steps, while just past the railing, the Raptor sliced past, a blur of green and black, gone in an instant.

I should have been relieved, but saving Quinn was such a regular pastime for me, all I could feel was anger. "I'm tired of saving your friggin' butt," I told him, although friggin' and butt weren't exactly the words I used.

Then his eyes glazed over for a second.

"I go places sometimes," he told me, his voice as thready and distant as his eyes. "Don't know why I go places...I just do."

It caught me off guard. He was around six the last time he said that. It was a whisper at bedtime, like a confession. A secret, too fragile for the light of day. I go places sometimes.

But right then I wasn't feeling too sensitive. "Next time you go, bring me back a shirt." He snapped out of whatever state he was in, and something inside him closed up like a camera shutter. He glanced defiantly at the ride that had almost turned him into roadkill, then looked back to me.

"Nice save, bro." Then he put on his hat, effectively flipping me off without lifting a finger.

Copyright © 2003 by Neal Shusterman

Meet the Author

Neal Shusterman is the New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty award-winning books for children, teens, and adults, including The Unwind Dystology, The Skinjacker trilogy, Downsiders, and Challenger Deep, which won the National Book Award. Scythe, the first book in his newest series Arc of a Scythe, is a Michael L. Printz Honor Book. He also writes screenplays for motion pictures and television shows. The father of four children, Neal lives in California. Visit him at Storyman.com and Facebook.com/NealShusterman.

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Full Tilt 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 113 reviews.
EG90 More than 1 year ago
Full Tilt is one of the most fast paced book I have ever read. As soon as the characters enter the thrilling and dangerous park it is difficult to put this book down. Although this book might not be the best for a classroom setting. It is the best for sit down and read an interesting book setting. It is not a very challenging read and is fairly short. It showed me that you need to live your life for the fullest and any book that can send that message across while keeping you on your toes is definetly a book to read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Have you ever been to a carnival that was breathtaking? Well, Blake and his brother Quinn are at a carnival going Full Tilt down their worst nightmares and memories! In this jaw dropping book of rides Blake (the responsible one) and Quinn (the daredevil) fight the beautiful park owner for their lives. This book by Neal Shusterman excited me and I couldn’t put it down! It is a fast book with romance and betrayal. If anyone read this book they will look at someone different. I know I did. By Joey A.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Full Tilt is a book made of twist and turns. Once you start reading the book you will never be able to put it down! It's face paced and amazing! Full Tilt is one of my all time favorites.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book right when it cameout and i still thimk of it as on of the beat books ever its up there wit the hunger games series put together
WT More than 1 year ago
W.T. read Full tilt and it is a book with a weird setting. This story is about a group of four friends that go to a theme park. The names of the friends are Blake, Quinn, Maggie, and Russ. Blake goes to a stand where if you throw a ball and if it knocks pins down you get a prize, but at this stand was a girl that Blake said was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She gave him a special invitation to another theme park run by her. They decide to try the park out, but what they thought would be a good night turns into what they lest expected. My favorite part of the book was when the group of friends that includes Maggie, Blake, Quinn, and Russ, were ridding the ride Kamikaze. In this part I kept wondering if they were really going to die or not. When the rollercoaster was "falling" down I thought that the characters that were introduced in the beginning were going to die and there were going to be new ones. My least favorite part of this book would have to be the ending. I don't like how it all turns up as they get in a car crash. It would have been good if the ending of the book were that the friends never rode seven rides so they were stuck in the park for all eternity. Neal Shusterman did a great job with the descriptions of the characters. I usually don't read many books fast, but this book was hard to put down.
Dogtownskater More than 1 year ago
Ok I read this book in two days. That isn't normal for me. I was really absorbed by the characters and the actions. It shows that everbody has their inner demons and they have to overcome them. Blake had to accept responsibility for his actions almost a decade ago. This book is full of twists and turns that will keep your attention until the very end. Even if you don't read, you will love this book.
paigeturner77 More than 1 year ago
this is a great book! Sixteen-year-old Blake, a straight-arrow, college-bound kid, is at a carnival with Quinn, his thrill-seeking brother, and two friends when a cute girl invites Blake to another carnival in a remote part of town that only admits invited guests. Later that evening, Quinn is found at home in a comatose state with Blake's invitation by his side. Did he go to the other carnival in Blake's place? When Blake and his friends go in search of the freaky, mysterious carnival to find out what happened to Quinn, they discover that the price of admission to this bizarre, place is one's... soul. To save Quinn, Blake must survive seven different carnival rides before dawn, each one deadly, and a terrifying reflection of one of Blake's deepest fears. In the final ride, Blake confronts the memory of a horrible childhood accident that he has buried deep in his psyche--a school bus wreck in which he was the only survivor. Can he save Quinn? Will he fall in love with the cute, mysterious girl? Will he even survive?
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One of my favorite books in high school. A great read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love it:)
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I bet you thought the plot wa in here cause of the length of the title
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Reading this book was like being taken into the dreams of a boring teenager. The book had a ridiculous and predictable plot, the characters were shallow, there was poor characterization, and horrible dialogue.This was truly one of the worst books that I have ever read, and will surely never recommend it to anyone else.   
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Great book. Not his best bit still great. Neal Shusterman must really love the Hindenburg. Ha
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really good.
224perweek More than 1 year ago
This was a very quick read. Exciting but could have been more. I would have liked to know more about everyone else's rides and what they meant. Hopefully, we will hear more from Cassandra in the future.
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I first read this when I was in 6th grade and fell in love. Then, when I was cleaning out storage, I discovered this book again. Even as a 20 year old I found this story extreamly entertaining and passed this beauty onto my 10 year old brother to read as well.