Book Description A brilliant, boundary-leaping debut novel tracing twelve-year-old genius map maker T.S. Spivet's attempts to understand the ways of the world When twelve-year-old genius cartographer T.S. Spivet receives an unexpected phone call from the Smithsonian announcing he has won... read more
“Perhaps balancing the joys of escapism with the awareness of deception was the whole point of why we read novels, but I was never able to successfully manage this simultaneous suspension of the real and the fictive. Maybe you just needed to be an adult in order to perform this high-wire act of believing and not-believeing at the same time.”
“These six minutes took twelve minutes.”
“If we record the contents of the world, we will know the world. Dr. Clair.”
“I woke up sweating. 'Transhumanism?' I lisped into the darkness.”T.S.
“'I'm sorry, Gracie,' I had said through her door. 'Here's nearly five hundred feet of chewy tape,' and dumped the four plastic bags on the floor.”T.S.
“...the caliber of sweet corn we were dealing with here.”
“I saw how this conversation...had come to pass due to a series of increasingly serious misunderstandings.”
“I stood in our kitchen, with its uneven floors and its somewhat absurd proliferation of chopsticks...”
“House'll fall down if we touch that scramble.”Father
“The type of man who was born perhaps one hundred years too late.”
“You are not a Stenpock, and for this I shall shake your invisible hand.”T.S. to the poisonrope
“Father and he would talk endlessly in a language I could understand but not speak.”T.S. on Layton
“As much as I worked the dials on the side of the box, the pictures never quite captured the heroism of Layton in that moment.”