“When he takes a picture of a passed-out street person for his photography class, class-clown Blake expects an 'A.' He doesn't expect that he'll soon be ditching his girlfriend to prowl skid row, or conducting midnight corpse-checks at the morgue to track down his best friend's long-lost mom. This authentic (and surprisingly funny) debut novel is the story of a crash course in what it means to be a boyfriend, and a friend, and a man.”
— Jennifer Laughran, Books Inc., San Francisco, CA
Description
Click. Telephoto lens. Zoom. In a shutter release millisecond, Blake's world turns upside down. The nameless woman with the snake tattoo is not just another assignment. "That's my mom " gasps Marissa. Click. Saturated self-portrait: Blake, nice guy, class clown, always trying to get a laugh, not sure where to focus. Click. Contrast. Shannon, Blake's GF. Total. Babe. Marissa, just a friend and fellow photographer. Shannon loves him; Marissa needs him. How is he supposed to frame them both in one shot? Click. Chiaroscuro. Lightdark. Marissa again, overexposed. Crash and burn. Talk about negative space. Click.
“When he takes a picture of a passed-out street person for his photography class, class-clown Blake expects an 'A.' He doesn't expect that he'll soon be ditching his girlfriend to prowl skid row, or conducting midnight corpse-checks at the morgue to track down his best friend's long-lost mom. This authentic (and surprisingly funny) debut novel is the story of a crash course in what it means to be a boyfriend, and a friend, and a man.”