When high school junior Tessa Reynolds falls into a coma after getting hit in the head during gym class, she experiences heaven as the mall where her parents work, and she revisits key events from her life, causing her to reevaluate herself and how she wants to live.
This book is dedicated to all the teenagers who shared tales of their childhood misadventures, who reminded me that sometimes being bad feels good, and sometimes being bad feels bad, and you never can tell beforehand.
I also want to thank Judy Blume, who read the first pragraph a long time ago, and made me promise to use it in a book someday. So if you don't like it, blame her. (But seriously, don't.)
And to Randi Goldberg, who after twenty-five years is still the person I enjoy going to the mall with the most.
For fifty cents and a Gobstopper I lifted my shirt for the neighborhood boys.