![]() Nor are there zombies or motorcycles or long, dangerous roads to the sea. ![]() Yet unlike that book, it has zero to do with social studies. Like it’s predecessor, The Not-So-Boring Letters of Private Nobody, the story is set at the fictional Kennesaw Middle School-a virtual copy of the school I teach at in the Philly suburbs. It felt like me.Īnd so began the origin of my third novel, It’s the End of the World as I Know it. It felt ironic and weird and yet also sort of deep, the type of story that could explore some other stuff that was on my heart. I envisioned a kid convinced the world was ending only to find out (awkwardly) that the doomsday predictions he believed so completely turned out to be bogus. My brain went into overdrive with possibilities. This seemed funny-a reverse engineering of the whole thing. And then this really interesting question floated up from the Ether: What if the apocalypse didn’t happen? What an epic letdown that would be, right? I kept reading scary doomsday books (if you want to live in eternal dread, read One Second After by William Forstchen). For a while, I wasn’t entirely sure what that was. I needed to forge my own direction-end the world my way. ![]() Then I binged a season of The Walking Dead and felt better. A couple years ago I stumbled upon Charlie Higson’s The Enemy series and sobbed for days that he beat me to it. ![]() Think a teenage version of The Road, maybe with zombies. Here is a truth: I love doomsday stories. ![]()
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