This book was so funny! When Oas talked, I heard my seventeen-year-old daughter…like, totally. I loved the way Jane Greenhill mixed up letters or spelled words backwards to create Oas’s language. I also enjoyed how familiar phrases were mangled, which seemed very realistic for an ananoid whose knowledge of Earth culture comes from channeling old sitcoms on her personal satellite. I enjoyed reading this and would definitely recommend it
I agree and definitely recommend Alien too! Here's the blurb:
Oas is sent from her home planet of Zorca-twenty-three to rescue her brother Ralb from the worst humanoid known in the solar system--a teenage girl. With her traveling companions, Rotsen, a plant with an attitude who watches too many Sopranos reruns, and Lehcarr, a Venus Fly Trap with the habit of eating her friends, they set out to find Ralb.
Traveling through a black hole, Oas is transformed from her ananoid shape into a humanoid, becoming what she fears most--a teenager. They land in Bedrocktown to find the teenagers aren't as bad as they feared--they're worse. Zen, her handler, has warned her to stay away from pizza and popcorn but she tries both, with horrible results. She needs to find her brother, figure out how humans kiss, save the town from an E. coli outbreak, and meet Johnny Depp--not necessarily in that order. Then all she has to do is find her way home, but are her ties to Earth too strong?
And here's an excerpt:
“Your brother is being a pain and won’t answer his nose piece,” my handler Zen whined, his hands flittering around like he was swatting the lower echelons of our race.
I pulled a wad of gysogtom out of my ear, turning off the music. Why is it someone always wants to talk to you just as your favorite song comes on? Major annoying, but then anything to do with my brother rubbed my antennas the wrong way. No matter where he was, he managed to ruin my fun. I slipped the wad into its protective foil sheet and tucked it into my cheek for safekeeping. I have a horrible habit of putting my wad down somewhere and forgetting where I left it.
Stars above, my mother was always on my back. She’d ream me out in the high-pitched, nauseating voice she kept for just that occasion. “Wads don’t grow on trees.”
Actually, they did, but try and tell my mother anything she didn’t want to hear, and you might as well talk to Pluto, because if she didn’t want to listen, she’d tune you out. How completely typical of an adult. You wouldn’t see a teen ananoid being so careless regarding another’s feelings. Well, okay, actually you would, but we do it with a little more finesse.
Zen fumed, his antennas twitching a mile a minute. I had to look away. I got dizzy trying to keep track of them.
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