I Was Born for This
The third novel from the phenomenally talented Alice Oseman – one of the most talked about YA writers in recent years.For Angel Rahimi life is about one thing: The Ark – a pop-rock trio of teenage boys who are taking the world by storm. Being part of The Ark’s fandom has given her everything she loves – her friend Juliet, her dreams, her place in the world.Jimmy Kaga-Ricci owes everything to The Ark. He’s their frontman – and playing in a band with his mates is all he ever dreamed of doing.But dreams don’t always turn out the way you think and when Jimmy and Angel are unexpectedly thrust together, they find out how strange and surprising facing up to reality can be.A funny, wise, and heartbreakingly true coming of age novel. I Was Born for This is a stunning reflection of modern teenage life, and the power of believing in something – especially yourself.
Читать I Was Born for This онлайн беплатно
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2018
Published in this ebook edition in 2018
HarperCollins Children’s Books is a division of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd,
HarperCollins Publishers
1 London Bridge Street
London SE1 9GF
The HarperCollins Children’s Books website address is
Text copyright © Alice Oseman 2018
Cover design © HarperCollinsPublishers 2018
Alice Oseman asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this ebook onscreen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Source ISBN: 9780008244095
Ebook Edition © May 2018 ISBN: 9780008244101
Version: 2018-03-13
Contents
Epigraph
Monday
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Tuesday
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Wednesday
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Thursday
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Friday
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Saturday
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Sunday
Angel Rahimi
Jimmy Kaga-Ricci
Acknowledgements
Books by Alice Oseman
About the Publisher
‘i was in my thirteenth year when i heard a voice from god’
– Joan of Arc
‘I’m literally dying,’ I say, putting my hand on my heart. ‘You’re real.’
Juliet, having just escaped my hug, is smiling so hard it looks like she might tear her face in half.
‘So are you!’ she says, and gestures to my body. ‘This is so weird. But cool.’
Theoretically, this shouldn’t be awkward. I have been talking to Juliet Schwartz for two years. On the internet only, yeah, but internet friendships aren’t that different to real ones nowadays, and Juliet knows more about me than my closest school friends.
‘You’re a physical being,’ I say. ‘Not just some pixels on a screen.’
I know almost everything about Juliet. I know that she never falls asleep before 2 a.m. and her favourite fanfic trope is enemies-to-lovers and she’s secretly a fan of Ariana Grande. I know she’s probably going to grow up to be the sort of wine-sipping middle-aged woman who calls everyone ‘darling’ and always looks slightly like she’s giving you evils. But I still wasn’t prepared for her voice (posher and deeper than it sounds on Skype) and her hair (she genuinely is ginger, as she’s always said, even though it looks brown on camera) and her size (she’s a full head smaller than me. I’m seventy feet tall so I should have been prepared for that one, really.)
Juliet flattens her fringe and I adjust my hijab and we start walking out of St Pancras station. We’re silent for a moment, and I feel a sudden wave of nerves, which is a bit irrational, since me and Juliet are practically soulmates – two beings who found each other in the depths of the internet against all odds and, just like that, we were a duo.
