What is paradise for a fourteen-year-old boy?
For Conrad it’s definitely not dusty Los Angeles, where he’s stuck living with his mother and his cheeky little sisters.
Paradise is the forest where his dad still lives, by the water where everything is beautiful, where he belongs.
But for most of the year it’s out of his reach, just like his other heaven: a certain brown-eyed somebody at school. The things he wants most are in opposite directions, and he can only float between them like a space cadet going round and round an irregular orbit.
Then again, a lot can happen in a year.