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  For Forest, Jade, Haven and Jerry – and everyone else in the back of the truck

  ELEANOR & PARK

  Rainbow Rowell

  Contents

  Cover

  Dedication

  Title Page

  August 1986

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Copyright

  He’d stopped trying to bring her back.

  She only came back when she felt like it, in dreams and lies and broken-down déjà vu.

  Like, he’d be driving to work, and he’d see a girl with red hair standing on the corner – and he’d swear, for half a choking moment, that it was her.

  Then he’d see that the girl’s hair was more blond than red.

  And that she was holding a cigarette … And wearing a Sex Pistols T-shirt.

  Eleanor hated the Sex Pistols.

  Eleanor …

  Standing behind him until he turned his head. Lying next to him just before he woke up. Making everyone else seem drabber and flatter and never good enough.

  Eleanor ruining everything.

  Eleanor, gone.

  He’d stopped trying to bring her back.

  AUGUST 1986

  CHAPTER 1

  Park

  XTC was no good for drowning out the morons at the back of the bus.

  Park pressed his headphones into his ears.

  Tomorrow he was going to bring Skinny Puppy or the Misfits. Or maybe he’d make a special bus tape with as much screaming and wailing on it as possible.

  He could get back to New Wave in November, after he got his driver’s license. His parents had already said Park could have his mom’s Impala, and he’d been saving up for a new tape deck. Once he started driving to school, he could listen to whatever he wanted or nothing at all, and he’d get to sleep in an extra twenty minutes.

  ‘That doesn’t exist,’ somebody shouted behind him.

  ‘It so fucking does,’ Steve shouted back. ‘Drunken-monkey style, man, it’s a real fucking thing. You can kill somebody with it …’

  ‘You’re full of shit.’

  ‘You’re full of shit,’ Steve said. ‘Park! Hey, Park.’

  Park heard him, but didn’t answer. Sometimes, if you ignored Steve for a minute, he moved onto someone else. Knowing that was 80 percent of surviving with Steve as your neighbor. The other 20 percent was just keeping your head down …

  Which Park had momentarily forgotten. A ball of paper hit him in the back of the head.

  ‘Those were my Human Growth and Development notes, dicklick,’ Tina said.

  ‘I’m sorry, baby,’ Steve said. ‘I’ll teach you all about human growth and development. What do you need to know?’

  ‘Teach her drunken-monkey style,’ somebody said.

  ‘PARK!’ Steve shouted.

  Park pulled down his headphones and turned to the back of the bus. Steve was holding court in the last seat. Even sitting, his head practically touched the roof. Steve always looked like he was surrounded by doll furniture. He’d looked like a grown man since the seventh grade, and that was before he grew a full beard. Slightly before.

  Sometimes Park wondered if Steve was with Tina because she made him look even more like a monster. Most of the girls from the Flats were small, but Tina couldn’t be five feet. Massive hair, included.

  Once, back in middle school, some guy had tried to give Steve shit about how he better not get Tina pregnant because if he did, his giant babies would kill her. ‘They’ll bust out of her stomach like in Aliens,’ the guy said. Steve broke his little finger on the guy’s face.

  When Park’s dad heard, he said, ‘Somebody needs to teach that Murphy kid how to make a fist.’ But Park hoped nobody would. The guy Steve hit couldn’t open his eyes for a week.

  Park tossed Tina her balled-up homework. She caught it.

  ‘Park,’ Steve said, ‘tell Mikey about drunken-monkey karate.’

  ‘I don’t know anything about it.’ Park shrugged.

  ‘But it exists, right?’

  ‘I guess I’ve heard of it.’

  ‘There,’ Steve said. He looked for something to throw at Mikey, but couldn’t find anything. He pointed instead. ‘I fucking told you.’

  ‘What the fuck does Sheridan know about kung fu?’ Mikey said.

  ‘Are you retarded?’ Steve said. ‘His mom’s Chinese.’

  Mikey looked at Park carefully. Park smiled and narrowed his eyes. ‘Yeah, I guess I see it,’ Mikey said. ‘I always thought you were Mexican.’

  ‘Shit, Mikey,’ Steve said, ‘you’re such a fucking racist.’

  ‘She’s not Chinese,’ Tina said. ‘She’s Korean.’

  ‘Who is?’ Steve asked.

  ‘Park’s mom.’

  Park’s mom had been cutting Tina’s hair since grade school. They both had the exact same hairstyle, long spiral perms with tall, feathered bangs.

  ‘She’s fucking hot is what she is,’ Steve said, cracking himself up. ‘No offense, Park.’

  Park managed another smile and slunk back into his seat, putting his headphones back on and cranking up the volume. He could still hear Steve and Mikey, four seats behind him.

  ‘But what’s the fucking point?’ Mikey asked.

  ‘Dude, would you want to fight a drunk monkey? They’re fucking huge. Like Every Which Way But Loose, man. Imagine that bastard losing his shit on you.’

  Park noticed the new girl at about the same time everybody else did. She was standing at the front of the bus, next to the first available seat.

  There was a kid sitting there by himself, a freshman. He put his bag down on the seat beside him, then looked the other way. All down the aisle, anybody who was sitting alone moved to the edge of their seat. Park heard Tina snicker; she lived for this stuff.

  The new girl took a deep breath and stepped farther down the aisle. Nobody would look at her. Park tried not to, but it was kind of a train wreck/eclipse situation.

  The girl just looked like exactly the sort of person this would happen to.

  Not just new – but big and awkward. With crazy hair, bright red on top of curly. And she was dressed like … like she wanted people to look at her. Or maybe like she didn’t get w