Love in the Time of Global Warming

Love in the Time of Global Warming

by Francesca Lia Block


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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250044426
Publisher: Square Fish
Publication date: 08/26/2014
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 264,068
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.80(d)
Age Range: 14 - 17 Years

About the Author

Francesca Lia Block, winner of the prestigious Margaret A. Edwards Lifetime Achievement Award, is the author of many acclaimed and bestselling books, including Dangerous Angels: The Weetzie Bat Books, Roses and Bones: Myths, Tales and Secrets, and the adult novel The Elementals. Her work has been translated and published around the world. She lives in Los Angeles with her two children.

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THE ROOM WAS SHAKING and I thought I knew what it was because I had been born and raised in a city built on fault lines. Everyone was always dreading something like this. But we never imagined it would be of such force and magnitude.

I called to Venice, the most beautiful, smartest, sweetest (and he would want me to add most athletic) boy in the world, “I’m coming! Are you okay?”

I imagined his body lying under boards and glass, pinned down, but when I got to him he was just huddled in the bed in the room papered with maps of the world, wearing the baseball cap he insisted on sleeping in (in spite of the stiff bill), trembling so hard I could barely gather him up in my arms. My dad came in and took him from me—my brother’s legs in too short pajama pants dangling down, his face buried in my dad’s neck as Venice cried for his fallen cap—and I got our dog, Argos, and we all ran downstairs. My mom was there, crying, and she grabbed me and I could feel her heart like a frantic butterfly through her white cotton nightgown. We ran out into the yard. The sky looked black and dead without the streetlight or the blue Christmas lights that decked our house. I could hear the ocean crashing, too close, too close. The world sliding away from us.

The tall acacia tree in the yard creaked and moaned, and then my ears rang with the silence before danger. My dad pulled us back as we watched the tree crash to the ground in a shudder of leaves and branches. My tree, the one I had strung with gold fairy lights, the one that shaded parties made for teddy bears and dolls, the tree in whose pink-blossomed branches Dad had built a wooden platform house with a rope ladder. That was where I went to read art history books and mythology, and to escape the world that now I only wanted to save.

I was holding Argos and he wriggled free and jumped down and ran away from me, toward our big pink house overgrown with morning glory vines and electric wires strung with glass bulbs. I screamed for him and my mom tried to hold me back but I was already running. I was inside.

The floor was paved with broken glass from the Christmas ornaments and family photos that had fallen. (A tall man with wild, sandy-colored hair and tanned, capable hands, a curvy, olive-skinned woman with gray eyes, an unremarkable teenage girl, an astonishingly handsome boy and a dog that was a mix of so many odd breeds it made you laugh to look at him.) My feet were bare. I reached for a pair of my mother’s suede and shearling boots by the door, yanked them on, and stepped over the glass, calling for my dog. He was yelping and growling at an invisible phantom; his paws were bleeding. I picked him up and blood streaked down my legs.

I turned to open the door but a wall of water surged toward me behind the glass pane and I put up my hands as if to hold it back, as if to part the wave.

And then I fell.

That’s all I remember of the last day of the life I once knew.


Copyright © 2013 by Francesca Lia Block

Table of Contents


Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
The Earth Shaker,
The Pink Hand of Dawn,
Angels of the Apocalypse,
The Marauders,
The Cyclops,
The Lotus Hotel,
Bull's Brother,
The Sirens of Beverly Hills,
Beatrix the Witch,
Hood City,
The Museum of Angels,
The Giant's Bride,
Love in the Time of Global Warming,
Oasis of Tara,
More Than Words,
Dead Sea,
An Eye for an Eye,
The Seer,
Twilight Sleep,
Bank of the Apocalypse,
House of Then,
Little Green,
Preview: The Island of Excess Love,
Author bio,

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Love in the Time of Global Warming 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Paperrdolls More than 1 year ago
Love in the time of global warming, was my introduction to the woman the legend Francesca Lia Block. My co worker is OBSESSED with Block, so much so that she named her daughter after one of Blocks characters. I was lucky enough to meet and talk with Francesca Lia Block this past October at Wordstock. I can honestly say she is one of the sweetest persons I have had the pleasure of meeting. After I gave her my card she promised to connect. AND SHE DID!! Little ol me was delighted. So here are my thoughts. Love in the time of global warming is a retelling of Homer’s The Odyssey. A tale I still have yet to read, I know shame on me right. Well I didnt need to know anything about it. The story starts off when an earthquake basically destroys the world but with some CRAZY luck Pen our MC survives only to loose her whole family and not to mention all of her friends. After weeks of being alone she is forced out of her home and is guided by a stranger. He gives her a van and a map he tells her she can find her family. So she embarks on an adventure. Along the way Pen meets Hex. Pen is very attracted to Hex, he gets her to try a little punch which makes you higher than a kite and they end up loosing a good chunk of time. They manage to leave and meet a few other characters. Ez, and Ash. Ez and Ash accompany Pen and Hex in search of Pen’s family. Along the way it seems Ez and Ash fall in love with each other. Ive heard from others how lyrical Block’s writing is. How recognizable her style is. Im not sure about all that being this was my first book what I can say is the writing was magnificent. The world after the earth shaker was so vivid in my mind. The story was not what I expected more than once I was caught off guard. I do have a few questions that perhaps for Block should we ever cross paths again. I do have to say I was greatly inspired by Hex’s tattoo. So much so that its on the list of tattoos to get this year. What is it you ask well. “Non sum qualis eram” Im not what I once was. If that doesnt describe me I dont know what does.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Super good!
Anonymous 4 months ago
It was really good at first, and I enjoyed the writing style. However, I think the plot got muddy.
Anonymous 11 months ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Extremely entertaining