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To Neil Rucker, seven months, one week, and a day is too long to wait in between dates. But life as a Spanish language teacher to missionaries in Ecuador affords little opportunity for romance.When his worst student, Jay Jarvis, suggests a respite in Greenville, South Carolina, so begins Neil's delirious summer. Neil sees his chance to meet a sweet succession of southern women, but little does he know that the girls of Greenville are now more elusive than a snowflake in the Ecuadorian jungle.As they church-hop in search of the perfect man, Neil tries to find the perfect girl among the Neapolitan choices: a demanding redhead, a joy-riding blonde, and a very tardy but intriguing girl with raven hair and a pierced eyebrow. Who knew relational gumbo would look like this?

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 mai 2004
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781441238948
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Published by Revell a division of Baker Publishing Group P.O. Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287 www.revellbooks.com

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The Buzz onFlabbergasted “Amazing. A novel with no illicit sex, bad words, racial slurs, or crime that is simultaneously serious, hilarious, and impossible to put down.” —Dallas Morning News “Blackston’s first novel is refreshingly honest in its portrayal of young, single Christians. Good writing and an ample dose of humor make this as charming asBridget Jones’s Diaryfrom the male point of view. Highly recommended.” —Library Journal “Blackston’s imaginative first novel is sometimes brutally honest but always refreshingly funny.” —Library Journal,Best Genre Fiction 2003: Christian Fiction “Blackston’s tale is a zany take on twentysomething life in the shadow of the steeple—and proof that when it comes to courtin’, less can definitely be more.” —Fort Worth Star-Telegram “Seafood, marshmallow roasts, spray-painted mosquitoes, ghost stories, and a couple of near-death experiences force reexamination of the outlook on life in the here-and-now, and life in the hereafter. Ray Blackston captures the easy ebb and flow of Southern culture—complete with all-day-singin’ and dinner-on-the-grounds—with grace and charm. He is equally adept at describing the loneliness of single life and finding humor in the absurdities of American dating rituals while weaving a healthy dose of religion and romance through both. Blackston’s light and breezy style makesFlabbergastedan ideal reading choice for a lazy summer night.” —Bookpage “If you only read one novel this summer, let this be it!” —Crossings Book Club main selection “Lad Lit with great buzz and a voice very much like Nick Hornby,Flabbergastedis well worth checking out.” —Bookreporter “With a colorful cast of quirky characters and a plot full of surprises, this is one of the feel-good novels of the year. A fun, lighthearted, and thoroughly enjoyable relational ‘gumbo’ of a novel . . . quirky and very satisfying.” —CCMmagazine “A narrative in three acts, the humorous odyssey in Ray Blackston’s superb first novel unfolds through the eyes of stockbroker Jay Jarvis. Underlying Blackston’s story is the theme that God is in control, planning behind the scenes what we often perceive as detours, and leaving us flabbergasted at how he weaves unadorned surprises into life.” —Christian Retailing “Ray Blackston takes an amusing look at the Christian singles scene; the story proceeds at a leisurely, episodic pace.” —Romantic Times “What makes this novel so downright intriguing is how Blackston mixes doses of such trivial

pursuits as picking a church for its singles rating, buying and selling stocks, and singles beach trips. He stirs in his mix of quirky characters and then weaves in poetry, fancy, and romance to produce a novel that resonates with reality and vitality. I was enthralled.” —Christian Activities Online “Ray Blackston hits the market with a bang. . . .Flabbergastedis a light, easy read that is sure to please. This is the beginning of a great writing career for Blackston.” —www.iExalt.com “The title says it all: You really will be flabbergasted at the fun you’ll find behind the wheel of Ray Blackston’s debut novel. Talk about your beach read! Full of quirky characters, including our slightly jaded hero, this book made me laugh out loud. Fasten your seat belts and get ready for a wild ride!” —Liz Curtis Higgs, best-selling author ofBad Girls of the BibleandBookends “This humorous, quirky look at Christianity through the eyes of a single, nonbeliever is indeed an entertaining read.” —Christianbook.com “Intelligently funny.” —Singer/songwriter Andrew Peterson,Love & Thunder “Ray Blackston’s debut novel is a breezy story of redemption that is perfectly charming, with characters who are utterly natural and believable—even the lovely missionary who has her human quirks and foibles. The group is filled with nice but not predictable people, and reading about their summer vacation adventures is like taking a holiday yourself.” —The Flint Journal “This book is fun, entertaining, and brings you into a community that makes you want to stay and enjoy forever. It’s a great way to take a vacation to South Carolina without ever leaving the comfort of your own home.” —The Holland Sentinel “Blackston’s got casual lit style and a sweet knack for self-aware humor.” —The Hard Musicmagazine “My fellow single girls, all we have to do is interview all the young couples we know who have made it to marriage, figure out what they were feeling when they met, and then just go out and meet guy after guy until we all get that same feeling.” My name is Alexis, and I am profound “Many people think I’m a one-color girl, a tall, independent female whose wardrobe and choice of automobile bear witness to a preoccupation with lime. Hmmm, maybe they’re right.” My name is Darcy, and like most blondes, I can be difficult “Roommates . . . you just never know what you’re gonna get.” My name is Steve, and I just got a new one “Yes, dear, the gardening club and I survived Europe.” My name is Beatrice, I’m eighty-one, and I never slow down “My recurring dream has Mr. Right walking toward me between parted bodies of ocean, like Moses in Birkenstocks. Or maybe he’s on a sailboat.”

My name is Lydia, and I may have to change denominations “I have a feeling that mission work is going to be tougher than I thought.” My name is Jay (and yes, of course I kissed Allie) “I can assure Jay that it’s tougher than he thinks.” My name is Allie (and it’s been a bit warm in the jungle) “Welcome, reader, to a delirious summer.” My name is Neil, and I will be your narrator

For Charles and Phoebe, my incredible parents

It is not good to have zeal without knowledge, nor to be hasty and miss the way.

Proverbs 19:2

ProlOgue

Ôn the sea-green wall Of my EcuadOrian hut hangs a small piece Of plywOOd, scrawled with my latest earthly perspective: Wespendvastamountsoftimeandenergy craftingathesis inour headsofhowlife shouldplay out,thenalmightyGodspendsanincrediblybriefamountoftime blowing ourthesisto bits. SO much fOr perspective. A lOud knOck interrupts my pOndering, and I realize it’s almOst time tO leave fOr the secOnd semester Of language schOOl. I recOgnize the knOck—she’s always had a certain rhythm abOut her. “C’mOn in,” I say. A peanut bOunces Off my head. “MOrning, Jay,” she replies, Offering her usual peck On the cheek. “Whatcha dOin’?” “Hey there. Where’re the Orphans?” “COlOring.” “Turn arOund.” “Why?” “Just turn arOund, I wanna . . .” She slOwly turns in a circle, her face blank, her bOdy mOcking the disengaged pOse Of a fashiOn mOdel. “Yep, that tOucan shirt is really starting tO fade.” “It’s all I had clean. SO, what’s that in yOur hands?” I quickly tuck the paper in the back pOcket Of my jeans. “We have tO turn in a piece Of Original writing. Just a paragraph tO translate at the start Of secOnd semester.” “Can I see it?” “Um, I really need tO get gOing. The pickup truck taxi is waiting, just pulled intO the village.” “C’mOn, Jay, lemme have a peek.” “I really shOuld get gOing, Allie.” She steps fOrward like she wants a hug, but when I try tO embrace her, she reaches arOund and snatches the paper frOm my pOcket. “FOOled yOu.” “YOu tOre the paper, wOman!” With the paper in bOth hands, she turns her back and quickly skims the page. “I can’t believe yOu . . .” “Can’t believe what?” “Jay, yOu stOle this. YOu plagiarizer!” “I just . . . bOrrOwed it.” “I shOuld call yOur language schOOl.” “But I was in a hurry, and nOw I’ll have tO write it all Over.” “I can’t believe yOu stOle my wOrds.” “I can’t believe yOu tOre it.”

With a hug, a kiss, and a Spanish thesaurus, Allie sends me Off On a sunny August mOrning, which is wintertime here in the rainfOrest. She’s cOrrect, yOu knOw. She wrOte the blurb abOut GOd blOwing a thesis tO bits. In fact, all thirteen huts in the village have a small piece Of plywOOd On the wall, scrawled with sOme snippet Of her writing. She even has the Orphans cOmpOsing verse. Says she hOpes tO publish them all under the titleAllie Kyle’s Deeply Philosophical Jungle Poetry for Kids. I can’t wait. Well, nOw that I’ve been expOsed as a plagiarizer, yOu’ll understand if I retreat tO my fOrmer prOfessiOn in Order tO make my pOint. And here is my pOint: NO matter what yOu dO with a stOck, there is always sOmeOne On the Other side Of the trade—buying when yOu’re selling, selling when yOu’re buying. Same gOes fOr traveling: SOmeOne is always gOing yOur OppOsite directiOn—their east tO yOur west, their zig tO yOur zag. SO it was with Neil Rucker—the guy whO helped me translate my plagiarism during first semester. Spiritually, Neil and I were brOthers. RelatiOnally, we were single . . . thOugh I was the One with the girlfriend, which is a bit strange because strapping, brOwn-eyed Neil was nOt Only better lOOking than me, he was alsO friendlier and had been maturing in the faith ever since Algebra 1. My buddy Neil is still all Of thOse things—nice lOOking, friendly, spiritual—althOugh as his stOry prOgresses yOu’ll understand the unpredictable nature Of maturing in the faith. I met Neil in language schOOl in QuitO, EcuadOr. Neil taught. I sat in the back rOw. I had tO gO live in that sunbaked, nine-thOusand-feet-abOve-sea-level capital city frOm March until June, mainly because my missiOn agency made me learn Spanish. Neil’s big mistake began when he befriended One Of his students. Namely me. Neil mentiOned tO me that he had an eight-week furlOugh cOming up and that he was lOOking fOr a place where he cOuld find sOme gOOd weather, a part-time jOb, and quick access tO a beach. And since he was single and had nOt been On a date in fOrever due tO his linguistic service tO the missiOn field, a rich envirOnment Of churchgOing yOung wOmen wOuld be a nice bOnus. He wOuld get his nice bOnus. YOu see, I knew Of a few churchgOing wOmen, and I tOld brOwn-eyed Neil where tO find them. The rest was up tO him. If yOu asked Neil tOday, he wOuld tell yOu his furlOugh was in 3-D: dates, delirium, and disaster. I prOvided the dates, the Greenville girls prOvided the delirium, and Allie, well, she prOvided the disaster. What I did nOt knOw at the time, given that I was fOur thOusand miles belOw SOuth CarOlina, was what had gOtten intO thOse girls since I’d left Greenville. SOmething tO dO with biOlOgical clOcks, perhaps?