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by Nick Hornby

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The #1 New York Times bestseller now in paperback.

For 16-year-old Sam, life is about to get extremely complicated. He and his girlfriend—make that ex-girlfriend— Alicia have gotten themselves into a bit of trouble. Sam is suddenly forced to grow up and struggle with the familiar fears and inclinations that haunt us all.


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The #1 New York Times bestseller now in paperback.

For 16-year-old Sam, life is about to get extremely complicated. He and his girlfriend—make that ex-girlfriend— Alicia have gotten themselves into a bit of trouble. Sam is suddenly forced to grow up and struggle with the familiar fears and inclinations that haunt us all.

Nick Hornby’s poignant and witty novel shows a rare and impressive understanding of human relationships and what it really means to be a man.

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Editorial Reviews

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"With Sam, Hornby has given us another of his perfectly imperfect male characters… Sparkling." -Chicago Sun-Times

"We want to hear whatever this kid has got to say-the whole scary, hilarious story.… Hornby just makes it look easy." -The Washington Post
From the creator of High Fidelity and About a Boy comes this absorbing page-turner about a teen boy who seeks guidance from many quarters -- including the autobiography of his hero, skater Tony Hawk -- when he's unexpectedly thrust into fatherhood. Told through the eyes of Sam Jones in gritty, honest words that convey the feelings of a teen boy facing the trials and tribulations of maturity during difficult circumstances, Nick Hornby's novel is a great companion to his other work that will please both teen and adult readers.
. . . a vertiginous mix of anger, confusion, insight, humor, and love. Starred review
People Magazine
Vintage Hornby: a witty trek inside the emotional life of the modern male.

USA Today
Hornby's witty, gentle genius shines through.

San Francisco Chronicle
. . . full of wit, humor and pathos.

The Washington Times
. . . well-balanced wit and weight, prominent pop-culture placement . . . and an exploration of that tricky line that separates youths from adults.

Elizabeth Ward
"Listen," says Sam Jones, the garrulous young narrator of Nick Hornby's likable first novel for teenagers, "I know you don't want to hear about every single little moment." He then relives every single little moment anyway, and that's just about one date with a pretty girl. But he's wrong about us. We want to hear whatever this kid has got to say—the whole scary, hilarious story. It's not that Sam's tale, stripped to its bones, is all that different from a million other YA novels…voice is the difference.
—The Washington Post
Dwight Garner
The good news about Nick Hornby's first young adult novel, Slam, is that it's not so different from—indeed, it can be read right alongside—the rest of his sly and laid-back oeuvre. Hornby's novels tend to be about men who are essentially boys. Slam is a portrait of a prickly and interesting boy who is forced to become, very quickly, a man…an agreeably casual and occasionally effervescent comedy of manners, one that has plenty to say about class and sex and family and—this being a Nick Hornby novel—how pop music relates to it all and ties it all together.
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly

Hoult, who played the part of Marcus Brewer in the screen adaptation of Hornby's About a Boy, does a credible job-perhaps too credible-as Sam, the 16-year-old hero of Hornby's first YA novel. His tone is conversational, and he relates Sam's story about inadvertently getting his girlfriend pregnant, with little variation in emphasis: he's the epitome of the cool, unfazed teen even in the face of impending doom. But the combination of Hornby's authentic dialogue and Hoult's convincing reading produces some passages of teenspeak, especially between Sam and girlfriend Alicia-"Dunno/ Me neither"-type repartee-that is hard-going as entertainment. Hoult adopts a slightly deeper inflection for the part of Tony Hawk, whose poster Sam uses as a sounding board, but, comically, the quintessential California skateboarder speaks his lines (quotes from his autobiography, which Sam has memorized) with a British inflection. Overall, the audio showcases Hornby's skill at getting deeply inside the mind of his character. Sam, the most talkative teen ever to grind a skateboard, says, "Listen, I know you don't want to hear about every single little moment" and proceeds to recount every single little moment anyway. Ages 12-up. Simultaneous release with the Putnam hardcover (Reviews, Oct. 8). (Oct.)

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Chicago Sun-Times
With Sam, Hornby has given us another of his perfectly imperfect male characters...Sparkling.
Seattle Times
By turns funny and heartbreaking.
The Guardian
Hornby is a poet of the everyday, the ordinary.
Washington Post
We want to hear whatever [Sam] has got to say—the whole scary, hilarious story.
Miami Herald
Offers wry insights into the male psyche, making this book a good bet for Hornby fans, no matter their age.
Entertainment Weekly
Hornby truthfully dissects the male psyche.
Children's Literature - Michele DeCamp
In skateboarding, when someone takes a fall, it is called a slam. However, in London teen Sam Jones' life, the biggest slam does not come from falling off his board but from the news that his ex-girlfriend Alicia is pregnant. What makes this fall especially tough for Sam is that he finds out this life-altering news on his sixteenth birthday. In some ways, Sam has always anticipated that his life would turn into "rubbish." After all, his mother had him at sixteen and his entire family suffers from a case of bad luck that could rival Stanley Yelnats' family in Holes. Hornby is known for helping his readers delve into the male psyche, and Sam's story is not so much about the pregnancy and arrival of his son Rufus as much as it is about his reaction to his altered existence. Sam relies most on his poster of professional skater Tony Hawk to get him through the tough times, and he talks to Hawk by recalling specific quotes from the skater's autobiography to create a dialogue between himself and his idol. Hawk also supposedly "whizzes" Sam into the future at two points in the novel to show him how the birth of his child will affect his relationship with Alicia. Sam's internal dialogue will grab readers from page one, but his reliance on Hawk and these unexplainable jumps into the future make an otherwise realistic story seem like it is mocking the struggle of its protagonists. Hornby does deftly transition to a teen narrator for his first foray into young adult literature, but his inclusion of Hawk as a two-dimensional mentor to Sam wears thin, and while readers will appreciate Sam's honesty and understandable pessimism over the changes in his life, they will probably wish hehad left the Tony Hawk poster under his bed by the end of the novel. Reviewer: Michele DeCamp
VOYA - Jamie S. Hansen
Sam Jones is an easy-going guy. At fifteen, all he really wants are a few hours every day at his favorite skateboarding spots and some quality time chatting to his treasured Tony Hawk poster. Even hanging with his mum, who was a teenager when she had him, is okay now that she and his father are divorced and not fighting all the time. Suddenly his careless life changes when he meets sexy Alicia. For a few weeks, she dominates Sam's life until he realizes that they never seem to do anything except go to Alicia's room for sex. Sam has started extricating himself from their dead-end relationship when Alicia announces that she is pregnant and intends to keep the baby. For Sam, Alicia's news is a serious slam, just as painful as any he has had crashing his board. His only options seem to be running away, ignoring Alicia and the baby, or becoming a father. His final choice is as surprising to Sam as it is to the reader. Best-selling author of the "male confessional novel," Hornby pens a first novel for teens that is a sweet and funny story about mistakes and choices. He captures the voice of Sam the slacker, Sam the skater, and ultimately Sam the father flawlessly and renders the other characters solidly and believably. Recommend this delightful and poignant novel to older teens who will laugh and weep with Sam.
Jacob Stratman
Fifteen-year-old Sam lives in London, skates at the Bowl (that's skateboarding to you and me), and talks to a poster of Tony Hawk everyday. His mum finally gets rid of a stale boyfriend, his teachers think he should pursue art in college, and skating with his chums Rabbit and Rubbish is never better. Then he meets Alicia, a gorgeous daughter of one of his mum's friends who is way out of his league. Slam explores what it means to grow up without all the answers readily available to you. With its introspective narrative pacing, quirky characters, elements of magic realism, and heavy dose of wit and humor, this novel is a wonderful option for reluctant teenage male readers—girls will like Alicia's character as well. In a long line of "problem" novels, Slam delivers glimmers of hope in a sometimes dramatic and complicated world. Reviewer: Jacob Stratman
Kirkus Reviews
Like the movie Knocked Up, this is a story about an accidental pregnancy that nudges the male protagonist into adulthood. The difference is that the male in question is not an immature man pitifully hanging onto his boyhood, but a skateboard-loving 15-year-old youngster named Sam-ironically the fruit of a teen pregnancy himself-who is in no way, shape or form ready for the responsibility of parenthood. But ready or not, the baby is coming and Sam, who had already broken up with his girlfriend by the time she realized she was pregnant, has no choice-a real message for boys here-but to cope. This tale, which is deeply cautionary-Use condoms! Properly!-is ultimately hopeful and has something to say about the flexible nature of family. It's also full of pleasures that readers familiar with Hornby should recognize, such as the kooky subsidiary characters and clever off-center dialogue, though his idea of occasionally fast-forwarding the protagonist into the future is initially confusing. Still, it's funny, strong and disturbing, a must read for older boys. (Fiction. YA)

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So things were ticking along quite nicely. In fact, I’d say that good stuff had been happening pretty solidly for about six months.

• For example: Mum got rid of Steve, her rubbish boy¬friend.

• For example: Mrs. Gillett, my Art and Design teacher, took me to one side after a lesson and asked whether I’d thought of doing art at college.

• For example: I’d learned two new skating tricks, suddenly, after weeks of making an idiot of myself in public. (I’m guessing that not all of you are skaters, so I should say something straightaway, just so there are no terrible misunderstandings. Skating = skateboarding. We never say skateboarding, usually, so this is the only time I’ll use the word in this whole story. And if you keep thinking of me messing around on ice, then it’s your own stupid fault.) All that, and I’d met Alicia too.

I was going to say that maybe you should know something about me before I go off on one about my mum and Alicia and all that. If you knew something about me, you might actually care about some of those things. But then, looking at what I just wrote, you know quite a lot already, or at least you could have guessed a lot of it. You could have guessed that my mum and dad don’t live together, for a start, unless you thought that my dad was the sort of person who wouldn’t mind his wife having boyfriends. Well, he’s not. You could have guessed that I skate, and you could have guessed that my best subject at school was Art and Design, unless you thought I might be the sort of person who’s always being taken to one side and told to apply for college by all the teachers in every subject. You know, and the teachers actually fight over me. “No, Sam! Forget art! Do physics!” “Forget physics! It would be a tragedy for the human race if you gave up French!” And then they all start punching each other.

Yeah, well. That sort of thing really, really doesn’t happen to me. I can promise you, I have never, ever caused a fight between teachers.

And you don’t need to be Sherlock Holmes or whatever to work out that Alicia was a girl who meant something to me. I’m glad there are things you don’t know and can’t guess, weird things, things that have only ever happened to me in the whole history of the world, as far as I know. If you were able to guess it all from that first little paragraph, I’d start to worry that I wasn’t an incredibly complicated and interesting person, ha ha.

This was a couple of years ago, this time when things were ticking along OK, when I was fifteen, nearly sixteen. And I don’t want to sound pathetic, and I really don’t want you to feel sorry for me, but this feeling that my life was OK was new to me. I’d never had the feeling before, and I haven’t really had it since. I don’t mean to say that I’d been unhappy. It was more that there had always been something wrong before, somewhere—something to worry about. (And, as you’ll see, there’s been a fair bit to worry about since, but we’ll get to that.) For instance, my parents were getting divorced, and they were fighting. Or they’d finished getting divorced, but they were still fighting anyway, because they carried on fighting long after they got divorced. Or maths wasn’t going very well—I hate maths—or I wanted to go out with someone who didn’t want to go out with me. . . . All of this had just sort of cleared up, suddenly, without me noticing, really, the way the weather does sometimes. And that summer, there seemed to be more money around. My mum was working, and my dad wasn’t as angry with her, which meant he was giving us what he ought to have been giving us all the time. So, you know. That helped.

If I’m going to tell this story properly, without trying to hide anything, then there’s something I should own up to, because it’s important. Here’s the thing. I know it sounds stupid, and I’m not this sort of person usually, honest. I mean, I don’t believe in, you know, ghosts or reincarnation or any weird stuff at all. But this, it was just something that started happening, and . . . Anyway. I’ll just say it, and you can think what you want.

I talk to Tony Hawk, and Tony Hawk talks back.

Some of you, probably the same people who thought I spend my time twirling around on ice skates, won’t have heard of Tony Hawk. Well, I’ll tell you, but I have to say that you should know already. Not knowing Tony Hawk is like not knowing Robbie Williams, or maybe even Tony Blair. It’s worse than that, if you think about it. Because there are loads of politicians, and loads of singers, hundreds of TV programs. George Bush is probably even more famous than Tony Blair, and Britney Spears or Kylie are as famous as Robbie Williams. But there’s only one skater, really, and his name’s Tony Hawk. Well, there’s not only one. But he’s definitely the Big One. He’s the J. K. Rowling of skaters, the Big Mac, the iPod, the Xbox. The only excuse I’ll accept for not knowing TH is that you’re not interested in skating.

When I got into skating, my mum bought me a Tony Hawk poster off the Internet. It’s the coolest present ’ve ever had, and it wasn’t even the most expensive. And it went straight up onto my bedroom wall, and I just got into the habit of telling it things. At first, I only told Tony about skating— I’d talk about the problems I was having, or the tricks I’d pulled off. I pretty much ran to my room to tell him about the first rock-n-roll I managed, because I knew it would mean much more to a picture of Tony Hawk than it would to a real- life Mum. I’m not dissing my mum, but she hasn’t got a clue, really. So when I told her about things like that, she’d try to look all enthusiastic, but there was nothing really going on in her eyes. She was all, Oh, that’s great. But if I’d asked her what a rock’n’roll was, she wouldn’t have been able to tell me. So what was the point? Tony knew, though. Maybe that was why my mum bought me the poster, so that I’d have somebody else to talk to.

The talking back started soon after I’d read his book Hawk—Occupation: Skateboarder. I sort of knew what he sounded like then, and some of the things he’d say. To be honest, I sort of knew all of the things he’d say when he talked to me, because they came out of his book. I’d read it forty or fifty times when we started talking, and I’ve read it a few more times since. In my opinion it’s the best book ever written, and not just if you’re a skater. Everyone should read it, because even if you don’t like skating, there’s something in there that could teach you something. Tony Hawk has been up, and down, and gone through things, just like any politician or musician or soap star. Anyway, because I’d read it forty or fifty times, I could remember pretty much all of it off by heart. So for example, when I told him about the rock-n-rolls, he said, “They aren’t too hard. But they’re a foundation for learning balance and control of your board on a ramp. Well done, man!”

The “Well done, man!” part was actual conversation, if you see what I mean. That was new. I made that up. But the rest, those were words he’d used before, more or less. OK, not more or less. Exactly. I wished in a way that I didn’t know the book so well, because then I could have left out the bit where he says, “They aren’t too hard.” I didn’t need to hear that when I’d spent like six months trying to get them right. I wished he’d just said, you know, “Hey! They’re a foundation for learning balance and control of your board!” But leaving out “They aren’t too hard” wouldn’t have been honest. When you think of Tony Hawk talking about rock-n-rolls, you hear him say, “They aren’t too hard.” I do, anyway. That’s just how it is. You can’t rewrite history, or leave bits of it out just because it suits you.

After a while, I started talking to Tony Hawk about other things—about school, Mum, Alicia, whatever, and I found that he had something to say about those things too. His words still came from his book, but the book is about his life, not just skating, so not everything he says is about sacktaps and shove-its.

For example, if I told him about how I’d lost my temper with Mum for no reason, he’d say, “I was ridiculous. I can’t believe my parents didn’t duct-tape me up, stuff a sock in my mouth and throw me in a corner.” And when I told him about some big fight at school, he said, “I didn’t get into any trouble, because I was happy with Cindy.” Cindy was his girlfriend of the time. Not everything Tony Hawk said was that helpful, to tell you the truth, but it wasn’t his fault. If there was nothing in the book that was exactly right, then I had to make some of the sentences fit as best I could. And the amazing thing was that once you made them fit, then they always made sense, if you thought about what he said hard enough.

From now on, by the way, Tony Hawk is TH, which is what I call him. Most people call him The Birdman, what with him being a Hawk and everything, but that sounds a bit American to me. And also, people round my way are like sheep and they think that Thierry Henry is the only sportsman whose initials are TH. Well, he’s not, and I like winding them up. The letters TH feel like my personal secret code.

Why I’m mentioning my TH conversations here, though, is because I remember telling him that things were ticking along nicely. It was sunny, and I’d spent most of the day down at Grind City, which as you may or may not know is a skate park a short bus ride from my house. I mean, you probably wouldn’t know that it’s a short bus ride from my house, because you don’t know where I live, but you might have heard of the skate park, if you’re cool, or if you know somebody who’s cool. Anyway, Alicia and I went to the cinema that evening, and it was maybe the third or fourth time we’d been out, and I was really, really into her. And when I came in, Mum was watching a DVD with her friend Paula, and she seemed happy to me, although maybe that was in my imagination. Maybe I was the happy one, because she was watching a DVD with Paula and not with Steve the rubbish boyfriend.

“How was the film?” Mum asked me.

“Yeah, good,” I said.

“Did you watch any of it?” said Paula, and I just went to my room, because I didn’t want that sort of conversation with her. And I sat down on the bed, and I looked at TH, and I said, “Things really aren’t so bad.”

And he said, “Life is good. We moved into a new, larger house on a lagoon, close to the beach and, more importantly, with a gate.”

Like I said, not everything that TH comes up with is exactly right. It’s not his fault. It’s just that his book isn’t long enough. I wish it were a million pages long, a) because then I probably wouldn’t have finished it yet and b) because then he’d have something to tell me about everything.

And I told him about the day at Grind City, and the tricks I’d been working on, and then I told him about stuff I don’t normally bother with in my talks with TH. I told him a little bit about Alicia, and about what was going on with Mum, and how Paula was sitting where Steve used to sit. He didn’t have so much to say about that, but for some reason I got the impression that he was interested.

Does this sound mad to you? It probably does, but I don’t care, really. Who doesn’t talk to someone in their heads? Who doesn’t talk to God, or a pet, or someone they love who has died, or maybe just to themselves? TH . . . he wasn’t me. But he was who I wanted to be, so that makes him the best version of myself, and that can’t be a bad thing, to have the best version of yourself standing there on a bedroom wall and watching you. It makes you feel as though you mustn’t let yourself down.

Anyway, all I’m saying is that there was this time—maybe it was a day, maybe a few days, I can’t remember now—when everything seemed to have come together. And so obviously it was time to go and screw it all up.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This ia a wonderful book. I love the way Nick Hornby writes. This is a book that every teenager should read, whether sexually active or not. Makes you think twice about decisions in life.
Maddie_P More than 1 year ago
I am doing this review on the book Slam by Nick Hornby. I think the book Slam was a very good book. It was a serious book but also a funny book with good humor. Hornby is a great writer. The main character in this book is Sam. He is a teenage boy. His mom gave birth to him at a very early age, and she made sure that Sam knew that teenage pregnancy's get in the way of being a young adult. Sam has a girlfriend named Alicia. And one day, Alicia drops a huge bombshell on Sam...she's pregnant. Sam knows that he is not ready to be a father. This book is about the struggles Sam has being a teenage dad. This book taught me a lot about making good choices so I can have the best opportunity's for myself when I get older. I really recommend this book for anybody, it's a great read!
adamflowers More than 1 year ago
I've always looked for literature that I can really relate to so I can be able to understand the story and theme that much better. Nick Hornby wrote something that honestly made an impact on my life. I am 17 years old and I also have been skateboarding for quite some time. When I started to read this book, I saw something in the main character I saw in myself and that most teenagers, if not most people see in themselves. Sam is someone of individuality but at the same time is lost and needs guidance. He didn't really realize that until things started to get hectic and change drastically. I can relate to this book almost exactly, except for the pregnancy lol. This is a very good book if you interested in realism, theme-orientated books (teaches a good lesson), and in the unexpected. I could have read the book in one sitting if I had had the time. You definitely get wrapped up in the conflict and the realism of the book. This is a definite must-have for teenagers and parents of teenagers. The only thing is that it may seem like kind of a grade school level book but I think that was done on purpose by the author to come from the perspective of a teenager. Overall, 5 out of 5.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was on vacation with my family and found this book in one of the bedrooms of where we were staying at I examined the book and said to myself I havent read a book of my choice for a while so while I'm here I'll set a goal for myself and see how this book is showing its point of being on the shelf in this bedroom and I thought man I would like what had happened to end up in a diffrent way for Sam and everyone else but see the thing is it woudnt be this book Slam it would be a totally diffrent story and it has it pros and its cons and my opinion its a bitter sweet story and I do agree on other peaples views on it this very story. And I have run out of how I would love to make my point of view stand out to show how I feel at the very least
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nightcrawler More than 1 year ago
To me the writing didn't seem up to par with the reviews . I couldn't get that into the story, but maybe that's because i couldn't relate that well to the character. I was able to finish the book with out giving up on it. Sorry if this review seems lack luster, but that's how the book was to me.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved that it was told by the guys point of view, excellent writer.
ssmuggle More than 1 year ago
I just happened to find this book in a bargain section of a store recently and had wanted to read it for a while. Nick Hornby is an excellent writer. Mr. Hornby has given us a realistic story about becoming and being a teenage father. Slam was a witty and serious story all in one. The book was written as if the main character was telling you the story of his life, yet at the same time you felt as if you were living his life. Once you pick up this book, you will have a hard time putting it down. And just the way the ending is written, it will leave you with a smile on your face. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone looking for something to read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As a new, two time dad, I appreciated the protagonist's fresh observations about fatherhood. The book flows well and is full of characteristic Hornby wit.
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