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Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell Read Online (FREE)

Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell Read Online

Read Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell online free here.



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


‘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