“Wise and funny, with people so genuine and vulnerable, you intend to send them treatment packages. I adored this book.” —Rainbow Rowell

From debut author Mary H.K. Choi comes a compulsively readable book that shows young love in every its awkward glory—ideal for followers of Eleanor & Recreation area and To All of the Children I’ve Loved Before.

For Penny Lee, high school was a complete nonevent. Her close friends were okay, her grades were fine, and while she’d somehow landed a boyfriend, they under no circumstances managed to know much about Crisis Contact about each other. Now Penny is certainly heading to university in Austin, Texas, to learn how to be a article writer. It’s seventy-nine mls and a zillion light years away from everything she can’t wait to leave behind.

Sam’s stuck. Literally, figuratively, emotionally, financially. He works at a café and sleeps there as well, on a mattress on the floor of a clear storage area upstairs. He understands that this is the god-awful section of his lifestyle that will aid as motivation for when he’s a famous movie director but best this second the seventeen bucks in his bank checking account and his dying laptop are really screening him.

When Sam and Cent cross paths it’s less meet-cute and even more a collision of unbearable awkwardness. Still, they swap amounts and stay in contact—via text—and shortly become digitally inseparable, sharing their deepest anxieties and magic formula dreams with no humiliating weirdness of experiencing to, you know, see each other.