There Is No Dog
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4.3 • 11 Ratings
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- $8.99
Publisher Description
From the Nation Book Award finalist for Picture Me Now comes a quirky tale where one lazy, junk-food loving teenager finds himself in control of creating and shaping the universe.
“Rosoff has a good time with her hunky, ne'r-do-well deity.”—The Washington Post
“Wildly inventive and laugh-out-loud funny.”—Booklist, starred review
“Cheeky and subversive.”—The Horn Book, starred review
“Thoughtful, hilarious.”—People
What if God were a teenage boy?
Bob wasn’t born God, but when his mother wins the job in a poker game, she gives it to her son, wanting only the best for him. And so Bob creates the heavens and earth and all the creatures of the earth and sea and millions of other species (including lots of cute girls). But every time Bob falls in love, the earth is besieged by earthquakes, floods, and other natural disasters. And now, Bob is smitten with a completely irresistible girl called Lucy.
The world had better watch out.
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Rosoff (Just in Case) looks at the world's natural disasters, injustices, and chaos and presents a perfectly reasonable explanation: God is a horny teenage boy. According to this gleefully heretical account, God, aka "Bob," was given Earth by his mother, who won the planet in a poker game. Bob showed flashes of brilliance during Creation, but he feels little responsibility for the planet. When he falls head-over-heels in lust with a beautiful zoo employee, Lucy, Bob's passion and growing anger toward those who would keep them apart is manifested through wildly fluctuating weather and rampant flooding. Meddling, peevish, and self-absorbed, Rosoff's pantheon recalls the squabbling deities of Greek and Norse mythology. She takes gleeful pleasure in reducing God to an inept, lovelorn child, her takedowns often delivered through the dry observations of Bob's industrious assistant, Mr. B., who "marvels that the same God who leaves his dirty clothes in a moldering heap by the side of the bed could have created golden eagles and elephants and butterflies." Traditionalists may bristle, but there's no denying that Rosoff's writing and sense of humor are a force of nature themselves. Ages 12 up.
