{"id":98,"date":"2023-11-11T18:11:41","date_gmt":"2023-11-11T18:11:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/?page_id=98"},"modified":"2023-11-28T15:41:52","modified_gmt":"2023-11-28T15:41:52","slug":"rumble","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/?page_id=98","title":{"rendered":"RUMBLE"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-213 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/rumble_9781442482845_hr.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"405\" height=\"612\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/rumble_9781442482845_hr.jpg 1688w, https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/rumble_9781442482845_hr-199x300.jpg 199w, https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/rumble_9781442482845_hr-678x1024.jpg 678w, https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/rumble_9781442482845_hr-768x1160.jpg 768w, https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/rumble_9781442482845_hr-1017x1536.jpg 1017w, https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/rumble_9781442482845_hr-1356x2048.jpg 1356w, https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/rumble_9781442482845_hr-1140x1721.jpg 1140w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 405px) 100vw, 405px\" \/><span style=\"color: #808080;\">ABOUT THE BOOK<\/span><\/h3>\n<p>Can an atheist be saved? The New York Times bestselling author of Crank and Tricks explores the highly charged landscapes of faith and forgiveness with brilliant sensitivity and emotional resonance.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThere is no God, no benevolent ruler of the earth, no omnipotent grand poobah of countless universes. Because if there was\u2026my little brother would still be fishing or playing basketball instead of fertilizing cemetery vegetation.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Matthew Turner doesn\u2019t have faith in anything.<\/p>\n<p>Not in family\u2014his is a shambles after his younger brother was bullied into suicide. Not in so-called friends who turn their backs when things get tough. Not in some all-powerful creator who lets too much bad stuff happen. And certainly not in some \u201cIt Gets Better\u201d psychobabble.<\/p>\n<p>No matter what his girlfriend Hayden says about faith and forgiveness, there\u2019s no way Matt\u2019s letting go of blame. He\u2019s decided to \u201clive large and go out with a huge bang,\u201d and whatever happens happens. But when a horrific event plunges Matt into a dark, silent place, he hears a rumble\u2026a rumble that wakes him up, calling everything he\u2019s ever disbelieved into question.<\/p>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #808080;\">BOOK TRAILER<\/span><\/h3>\n<hr \/>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Ellen Hopkins: RUMBLE - Book Trailer\" width=\"960\" height=\"540\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Vhxhf3zI-S0?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #808080;\">BOOK EXCERPT<\/span><\/h3>\n<hr \/>\n<div  class=\"lgc-column lgc-grid-parent lgc-grid-30 lgc-tablet-grid-30 lgc-mobile-grid-100 lgc-equal-heights \"><div  class=\"inside-grid-column\">\n<h5>HAVE FAITH<\/h5>\n<p>That\u2019s what people keep telling me.<br \/>\nFaith that things will get better. Faith<br \/>\nthat bad things happen for a reason.<br \/>\nImplicit in that ridiculous statement<br \/>\nis the hand of some extraterrestrial<br \/>\nmagician. Some all-powerful creator<\/p>\n<p>which, if his faithful want to be totally<br \/>\nfrank about it, would also make him\/her\/it<br \/>\nan omnipotent destroyer. Because if<br \/>\nsome God carefully sows each seed<br \/>\nof life, he is also flint for the relentless<br \/>\nsun beating down upon his crops until<\/p>\n<p>they wither into dust. Zygotes to ashes<br \/>\nor some other poignant phrase. And why<br \/>\nwould any of that make someone feel<br \/>\nbetter about snuffing out? The end<br \/>\nresult is the same. You get a few<br \/>\nyears on this sad, devolving planet.<\/p>\n<p>If you\u2019re lucky, you experience love,<br \/>\nsomeone or two or three to gentle<br \/>\nyour time, fill the hollow spaces.<br \/>\nIf you\u2019re really fortunate, the good<br \/>\noutweighs the bad. In my eighteen years<br \/>\nall I\u2019ve seen is shit tipping the scales.<br \/>\n<\/p><\/div><\/div>\n<div  class=\"lgc-column lgc-grid-parent lgc-grid-30 lgc-tablet-grid-30 lgc-mobile-grid-100 lgc-equal-heights \"><div  class=\"inside-grid-column\">\n<h5>CASE IN POINT<\/h5>\n<p>I\u2019ve been abruptly summoned to<br \/>\nthe front of the classroom, at the urgent<br \/>\nrequest of my English teacher, the oh-so-<br \/>\ndisturbed, Savannah-belle-wannabe,<br \/>\nMs. Hannity, emphasis on the Mizz.<br \/>\nShe pretends sympathy, for what,<br \/>\nI\u2019ve no clue, and like she gives half<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">a damn about anything but clinging,<br \/>\niron-fisted, to her job. Mr. Turnahhhh.<br \/>\nFake \u201cSouth\u201d taints her voice, and<br \/>\nher eyes\u2014no doubt she\u2019d describe<br \/>\nthem as \u201ccornflower\u201d\u2014are wide<br \/>\nwith mock concern. Would you<br \/>\nplease come he-ah for a minute?<\/p>\n<p>I think she thinks she\u2019s whispering,<br \/>\nbut twenty-seven pairs of eyes home<br \/>\nin on me. I straight-on laser every one<br \/>\nuntil they drop like dead fly duos.<br \/>\n\u201cYes, ma\u2019am?\u201d The feigned respect<br \/>\nisn\u2019t lost on her, and she doesn\u2019t bother<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">to lower her voice. Mistah Carpentah<br \/>\nwishes a word with you. Please see<br \/>\nhim now. And the rest of y\u2019all, get back<br \/>\nto work. This doesn\u2019t concern you.<br \/>\n<\/p><\/div><\/div>\n<div  class=\"lgc-column lgc-grid-parent lgc-grid-30 lgc-tablet-grid-30 lgc-mobile-grid-100 lgc-equal-heights \"><div  class=\"inside-grid-column\">\n<h5>IN THE NARROW PEWTER SPACE<\/h5>\n<p>Between the gray of consciousness<br \/>\nand the obsidian where dreams<br \/>\nebb and flow, there is a wishbone<br \/>\nwindow. And trapped in its glass,<br \/>\na single silver shard of enlightenment.<\/p>\n<p>It is this mystics search for. The truth<br \/>\nof the Holy Grail. It is this believers<br \/>\npray for. The spark, alpha and omega.<br \/>\nIt is this the gilded claim to hold<br \/>\nin the cups of their hands. But what<\/p>\n<p>of those who plunge into slumber,<br \/>\nwho snap from sleep\u2019s embrace?<br \/>\nWhat of those who measure their<br \/>\ntomorrows with finite numbers, cross<br \/>\nthem off their calendars one by<\/p>\n<p>one? Some say death is a doorway,<br \/>\nbelief the key. Others claim you only<br \/>\nhave to stumble across the threshold<br \/>\nto glimpse a hundred billion universes<br \/>\nin the blink of single silver shard.<br \/>\n<\/p><\/div><\/div>\n<h3><span style=\"color: #808080;\">REVIEW FOR RUMBLE<\/span><\/h3>\n<hr \/>\n<p>REVIEWS FROM PUBLISHERS WEEKLY:<\/p>\n<p>Almost six months after his younger brother\u2019s suicide, a high school senior slogs through tangled resentment and guilt.Matt\u2019s world has never been rich with happiness, what with his cold parents who retreat \u201cto their separate alcohol-soaked \/ corners.\u201d Dad bitterly rues the one-night stand that created Matt and forced the marriage; their house \u201cis a sponge, \/ absorbing regret until it can hold \/ no more and disillusionment drips \/\/ through the bloated pores.\u201d Now Matt shoulders his own crushing regret. Luke was three years younger\u2014Matt should have protected him from the homophobic and religious bullies; he should have told adults how depressed Luke was, even sneaking Mom\u2019s Prozac, which can be dangerous for teens. He definitely shouldn\u2019t have been distracted by his girlfriend on Luke\u2019s last, desperate day. Now that very girlfriend seems to be \u201ctrading [Matt] in \/\/ for Jesus.\u201d The sturdy, fast-reading free-verse poems\u2014which sometimes shift into elegance\u2014give a heavy sense of Matt\u2019s anger and discomfort, as well as how he vacillates between decency and churlishness. Themes of combat-induced PTSD, Christian fundamentalist bigotry, forgiveness, and foreshadowed violence integrate deftly. The climax surprises in the best way. Brief but explicit acknowledgement of the It Gets Better campaign (and why it didn\u2019t help Luke) grounds the contemporary setting.Readers devour Hopkins regardless, but this is strong and worthy. (Verse fiction. 14-18) \u2014Kirkus Reviews<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>ABOUT THE BOOK Can an atheist be saved? The New York Times bestselling author of Crank and Tricks explores the highly charged landscapes of faith and forgiveness with brilliant sensitivity and emotional resonance. \u201cThere is no God, no benevolent ruler of the earth, no omnipotent grand poobah of countless universes. Because if there was\u2026my little brother would still be fishing or playing basketball instead of fertilizing cemetery vegetation.\u201d Matthew Turner doesn\u2019t have faith in anything. Not in family\u2014his is a shambles after his younger brother was bullied into suicide. Not in so-called friends who turn their backs when things get tough. Not in some all-powerful creator who lets too much bad stuff happen. And certainly not in some \u201cIt Gets Better\u201d psychobabble. No matter what his girlfriend Hayden says about faith and forgiveness, there\u2019s no way Matt\u2019s letting go of blame. He\u2019s decided to \u201clive large and go out with a huge bang,\u201d and whatever happens happens. But when a horrific event plunges Matt into a dark, silent place, he hears a rumble\u2026a rumble that wakes him up, calling everything he\u2019s ever disbelieved into question. BOOK TRAILER BOOK EXCERPT REVIEW FOR RUMBLE REVIEWS FROM PUBLISHERS WEEKLY: Almost six months after his younger brother\u2019s suicide, a high school senior slogs through tangled resentment and guilt.Matt\u2019s world has never been rich with happiness, what with his cold parents who retreat \u201cto their separate alcohol-soaked \/ corners.\u201d Dad bitterly rues the one-night stand that created Matt and forced the marriage; their house \u201cis a sponge, \/ absorbing regret until it can hold \/ no more and disillusionment drips \/\/ through the bloated pores.\u201d Now Matt shoulders his own crushing regret. Luke was three years younger\u2014Matt should have protected him from the homophobic and religious bullies; he should have told adults how depressed Luke was, even sneaking Mom\u2019s Prozac, which can be dangerous for teens. He definitely shouldn\u2019t have been distracted by his girlfriend on Luke\u2019s last, desperate day. Now that very girlfriend seems to be \u201ctrading [Matt] in \/\/ for Jesus.\u201d The sturdy, fast-reading free-verse poems\u2014which sometimes shift into elegance\u2014give a heavy sense of Matt\u2019s anger and discomfort, as well as how he vacillates between decency and churlishness. Themes of combat-induced PTSD, Christian fundamentalist bigotry, forgiveness, and foreshadowed violence integrate deftly. The climax surprises in the best way. Brief but explicit acknowledgement of the It Gets Better campaign (and why it didn\u2019t help Luke) grounds the contemporary setting.Readers devour Hopkins regardless, but this is strong and worthy. (Verse fiction. 14-18) \u2014Kirkus Reviews<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-98","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=98"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":451,"href":"https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98\/revisions\/451"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ellenhopkinsbooks.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=98"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}