Emergency Contact by Mary H. K. ChoiEmergency Contact by Mary H. K. Choi

Emergency Contact

byMary H. K. Choi

Hardcover | March 27, 2018

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“Smart and funny, with characters so real and vulnerable, you want to send them care packages. I loved this book.” —Rainbow Rowell

From debut author Mary H.K. Choi comes a compulsively readable novel that shows young love in all its awkward glory—perfect for fans of Eleanor & Park and To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before.

For Penny Lee high school was a total nonevent. Her friends were okay, her grades were fine, and while she somehow managed to land a boyfriend, he doesn’t actually know anything about her. When Penny heads to college in Austin, Texas, to learn how to become a writer, it’s seventy-nine miles and a zillion light years away from everything she can’t wait to leave behind.

Sam’s stuck. Literally, figuratively, emotionally, financially. He works at a café and sleeps there too, on a mattress on the floor of an empty storage room upstairs. He knows that this is the god-awful chapter of his life that will serve as inspiration for when he’s a famous movie director but right this second the seventeen bucks in his checking account and his dying laptop are really testing him.

When Sam and Penny cross paths it’s less meet-cute and more a collision of unbearable awkwardness. Still, they swap numbers and stay in touch—via text—and soon become digitally inseparable, sharing their deepest anxieties and secret dreams without the humiliating weirdness of having to see each other.
Title:Emergency ContactFormat:HardcoverDimensions:400 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 1.2 inPublished:March 27, 2018Publisher:Simon & Schuster Books for Young ReadersLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:1534408967

ISBN - 13:9781534408968

Reviews

Rated 4 out of 5 by from Cute Read If you were a fan of Fangirl you might enjoy reading this.
Date published: 2018-08-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from in love with this I really admire guys who can cook...how i wish sam is a real person
Date published: 2018-08-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from cute loved this book. hoping to see another book where their relationship can develop more together
Date published: 2018-08-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Cute dorks inlove I like how each chapter switches back and forth between the two main characters, no particular number, just their names. The texting part was new and easy to follow with every character change. I can really relate to their personalities and their lame jokes (love a good pun). Loved every bit of it! Penny was worth more than a dime :D!!!! (haha get it?) she seems like an awesome girl to just hang out with. Sam, what can I saw about Sam, HANDSOME! the cute barista you always wanna make conversations with but always make it super awkward AND yet saves you from the awkwardness. Read this if you enjoy corky relationship.
Date published: 2018-07-27
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Cute but confusing The texting portions of the book is confusing. I don't know who is talking first and get mixed up with the conversations. The romance was cute though
Date published: 2018-07-15
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Couldn't Get Into It I was excited to read this but didn't ever feel invested in the story.
Date published: 2018-06-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from So cute ! I thought this was adorable ! Can we talk about Sam, a tattooed badboy that also bakes. *drool* Trigger Warning: Rape
Date published: 2018-06-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! Hilarious all the way through, great character development and an easy read. Always wanted more!
Date published: 2018-05-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from So Wonderful Really sweet. Great character development. A bit like Rainbow Rowell's Fangirl and Eleanor and Park. #plumreview
Date published: 2018-05-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from i loved this highly recommended, was able to finish it in one day
Date published: 2018-05-22
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Refreshing Reading Experience Four stars for the reading experience rather than the content itself. While I was reading Emergency Contact I was transported back to my teenage years when I devoured YA without overthinking it. Lately, I've found myself struggling to push through YA/New Adult. EC felt fresh and I looked forward to coming back to it between reading sessions. In terms of the book itself, I didn't find the writing style nor the storyline to be anything remarkable. At times, the narrative was cheesy and the characters problematic and I wasn't able to overlook these factors completely.
Date published: 2018-05-22
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Eh.. I think rating this 2 stars is too mean, but rating it 3 stars is too nice. I'd rate it at 2.5 if I could. I was excited to start this book because I LOVED books like To All The Boys I've Loved Before and Eleanor and Park. I was told that if I loved those books, I would love this one, but I honestly found this book a chore to read. The story was bland and so were the characters, you can tell that the author tried to include plot twists and tried to give the characters a thick backstory, but it felt very forced. I didn't like any of the characters and found them extremely annoying. I did like the asian representation but other than that, I would not recommend this book.
Date published: 2018-05-15
Rated 4 out of 5 by from endearing in all its awkwardness I loved everything about this book. It's told from the two main characters' perspectives and each is lovable in its own way. Penny is very socially awkward and bottles up her emotions and doesn't quite know how to express her indignation and anger in the right way and at the right time. And she is hilarious! She also obviously has a shockingly low opinion of herself when she really shouldn't. Sam is the super-hot-could've-been-popular-and-gotten-all-the-girls guy who was born in unfortunate conditions, in an unfortunate family, and never really had someone on his side. He was also in an incredibly toxic relationship for a long time and has sort of lost his way because of it. So these two people have suffered a lot and think they're irreparably damaged. But obviously they meet and dot dot dot. EXCEPT this book is so much more than a love story. It's about the true meaning of friendship, and what it means to be a parent, and how people need other people. It's heartbreaking and heartwarming!
Date published: 2018-05-01
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Not my favourite This is a character driven novel. It’s not my favourite kind of story. I prefer a strong plot. But others will probably enjoy it more than me. I liked the quirky characters. Penny was funny, and I loved how she was always so prepared. Sam was a tragic character. They both grew up in single parent households and faced some struggles. Jude and Mallory were the opposites of them, because they seemed like they had everything together. These contrasting characters were great. It took a long time for the story to start moving forward. For the first hundred pages or so, the characters kept reflecting on things that happened to them in the past. I kept wondering where the story was going. For me, that was too long to start the main storyline. Unfortunately, this book wasn’t for me, but I’m sure many other readers will enjoy this style. I received a copy of this book from the publisher on NetGalley.
Date published: 2018-04-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A Pleasant Surprise I didn't really know what to expect going into this book. I enjoyed the character development and found myself relating to Penny in ways I didn't expect. I love the storyline and the friendship created between Penny and Sam. I wasn't a huge fan of the ending though.
Date published: 2018-04-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from super cute and i relate so much this book is amazing and i relate to the social awkwardness so much. the only reason i am not giving it 5 stars because I felt like something was missing... but I can't quite put my finger on it. OVERALL, IT WAS A GREAT BOOK!!!
Date published: 2018-04-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing and Relatable When I first read this book I had no idea what I was getting myself into. this book was absolutely amazing read. I related to much to the character Penny where she is awkward and doesn't know where she fits in the world, as well as with others around her. Sam was also amazing my heart ached with what he was going through with his ex and his mother. But the relationship that Penny and Sam develop throughout the book was absolutely beautiful and the had such an amazing chemistry. They were able to support one another and comfort each other through they difficult times that each on had without placing judgement on each other and they dealt with in their pass this was true a great story one that everyone should take the time to read it really deals with real issues that people can relate too. I definitely recommend this book
Date published: 2018-03-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing, Relatable When I first read this book I had no idea what I was getting myself into. this book was absolutely amazing read. I related to much to the character Penny where she is awkward and doesn't know where she fits in the world, as well as with others around her. Sam was also amazing my heart ached with what he was going through with his ex and his mother. But the relationship that Penny and Sam develop throughout the book was absolutely beautiful and the had such an amazing chemistry. They were able to support one another and comfort each other through they difficult times that each on had without placing judgement on each other and they dealt with in their pass this was true a great story one that everyone should take the time to read it really deals with real issues that people can relate too. I definitely recommend this book.
Date published: 2018-03-31
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A refreshing contemporary This is the type of book that you sit and think about after reading it. It's not particularly thought-provoking but it's the kind of story you don't know what to make of. It's the story of two broken people who learn to be broken together and that being broken isn't bad. The novel addresses diversity in a way that isn't pandering. The author, Choi, delivers on this in every aspect by having diverse characters interwoven into the story. This is the type of melancholic book I love most; where there isn't a clean wrap up in the end where everyone gets together holds hands, the bad people get justice or repent, and everyone sings kumbaya. Somehow still, it seems to be missing something for me. I feel as if there was no great climax or great fall of the characters, the tone seemed to be constant and I live for a book that breaks my heart. That being said, this book was *Willie* good (wink) and left me eager to read more by Choi. I love her voice and style. I found her way of challenging convention to be so fresh and beautiful. Penny is weird but in a REAL way, not like the cliche MTV weird teen way. And her mom says screw you to stupid tiger mom stereotypes. I would like to put a content warning for hinted sexual assault here before I discuss how the circumstances of said event shape Penny's relationship with others. It's amazing. I think this book will help a lot of girls forgive themselves. Although this book wasn't quite a bullseye, I think it's a story many would love to read. I know I'll be reading it again.
Date published: 2018-03-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutely Amazing - This stole my whole heart. I had absolutely no idea what to expect going into this story - and it completely stole my heart. Penny Lee has never fit in anywhere in her life, and she cannot wait to get to college, far away from all the things she is dying to leave behind. Sam is a local barista whose life seems stuck in a holding pattern that he can't break out of, trapping him and holding him back from being the adult he thinks he should be. When their paths cross in completely unexpected ways, they find themselves connecting beyond anything they ever thought possible. This story has two of the most awkward, strange, flawed and completely lovable lead characters I have ever read. I became so quickly invested in both Penny and Sam's lives, that it felt like having them as friends of my own. That being said, I can genuinely say that every main character was remarkably likable, even when they were doing unlikable things. Mary H.K. Choi writes such humanity in her characters, making the reader intimately connect with each one time and time again. I fell so deeply in love with this story, rooting along for Penny and Sam and the absolute magnificent awkwardness of their quietly budding friendship. I would happily read volumes of stories about these two and where life takes each of them. Mary H.K. Choi has written something truly magical with this tale of the perfect imperfection that is life and growing up. This is an incredible debut, and should without question, be on your to-read list this spring.
Date published: 2018-03-21

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Emergency Contact PENNY. “Tell me something, Penny . . .” Penny knew that whatever Madison Chandler was going to say, she wasn’t going to enjoy it. Madison Chandler leaned in close, mouth smiling, beady eyes narrowed. Penny held her breath. “Why is your mom such a slut?” The taller of the two girls glared pointedly at Penny’s mom, who was chatting with Madison’s father a few feet away. Blood pounded in Penny’s ears. Possible reactions to Madison Chandler calling your mom a slut: 1. Punch her in the face. 2. Punch her disgusto, knuckle-dragging, pervert father in the face. 3. Do nothing. Rage-cry later in the privacy of your bedroom while listening to The Smiths. You are a dignified pacifist. Namaste. 4. Unleash the pyrokinetic abilities bequeathed to you upon birth, scorching the shopping mall with the fire of a trillion suns. Penny scanned her opponent’s green-flecked blue eyes. Why was this happening? And at the Apple Store no less? This was a safe space. A haven. Penny was almost out of this stifling town for good. She was so close. “I asked you a question.” Madison sucked her teeth. She had those clear braces that fooled no one. Punching her would be therapeutic. “Hello? Is anyone in there?” So therapeutic. Christ, who was Penny kidding? It was option three. It was always option three. At this stage of the game there was no need to be a hero. Especially at 5'1", with a “cute” right hook and reaction times that were sluggish at best. Whatever. In four days Penny would be off to college and the opinions of these micro-regionally famous people would no longer matter. Just as Madison drew back, to glare at her from a different, arguably more menacing angle, Penny’s assigned Apple Genius materialized with her brand-new phone. Deus ex-MacStore dude. Penny clutched the smooth box. It gleamed with promise and felt expensively heavy in her hands. She glanced over by the laptops where “Maddy’s Daddy,” as he’d introduced himself (barf), was doing a looming-leering thing at her mom, Celeste. Penny sighed. She’d been campaigning for a new phone since Christmas, and this was not at all going down how she’d planned. Penny had envisioned more fanfare. At least some help picking out a case. “Seriously, what’s with your mom’s geisha whore outfit?” Okay, Madison Chandler may have gotten a Chanel caviar purse at fourteen (it was a hand-me-down) and a Jeep Wrangler at sixteen, but wow, there were sandwiches smarter than this girl. First off, geishas weren’t prostitutes. Common mistake. Typically made by the willfully ignorant and intellectually incurious. Some geishas beguiled their clients with dance and artful conversation like in Memoirs of a Geisha, a novel Penny adored until she discovered some rando white guy had written it. Second, as anyone with even the most cursory observational skills can tell you, the kimono offers exemplary coverage. It was burka-adjacent or perhaps chador-ish, since kimonos didn’t have the hair and face covering bit. Still, Penny wished, not for the first time, that her mom would stop wearing crop tops. Especially with leggings. It was positively gynecological. Penny, of course, was dressed in her customary shapeless black garb that was appropriate both day and night for being ignored by everyone. “We’re Korean,” whispered Penny. Madison’s lip twitched in confusion, as if she’d been informed that Africa wasn’t a country. “Geishas are Japanese,” she finished. If you’re going to be racist you should try to be less ignorant, although maybe that was a contradiction. . . . Mr. Chandler roared with laughter at something Celeste said, who, for the record, was hot but not that funny. “Daddy,” whined Madison, making her way toward him. Daddy? Yuck. Penny bet they were the type of family that mouth kissed. Penny walked over too. “If you want, you can come by my office and I can take a look at your portfolio,” continued Mr. Chandler. He was at least six foot five and Penny could see straight up to his nose hair. “As I tell all my clients, it’s the early bird who gets the retirement worm. Especially with an empty nest.” He nodded at Penny. “Dang it,” he said, patting his pockets with a practiced air. “I don’t have a card, but if you want to . . .” Mr. Chandler held his phone out and mimed typing into it with a toothy grin. Penny shut it down. “Mom.” Penny grabbed her by the wrist. “We have to go.” •  •  • Everything about the way Penny’s mom interacted with Mr. Chandler with his gleaming wedding ring and his hot-pink polo shirt infuriated her. It was the same old tale with Celeste and guys. You’d think she’d give it a rest and pay some attention to her only daughter the week before she left for college, but no, she was too busy flapping her lash extensions to some fake-tanned creep. In the car, Celeste rearranged her boobs in her gray striped top and latched her seat belt. Having a MILF for a mom was garbage. Celeste pulled out of the parking lot as the uneasy silence thickened. On the highway, the Japanese cat mounted on her mother’s dashboard rattled. Penny stared at it. It was the size of a dinner roll, with a detached, spring-loaded head and blank cartoon eyes. This one, a recent addition, had usurped plastic Hello Kitty when Kitty’s features got bleached off by the sun. Celeste insisted on accessorizing everything. It was pathological. It reminded Penny of the rich bitches in the “Super Six,” Maddy and Rachel Dumas and Allie Reed and the three other glossy-haired sadists who wore a ton of rings and bracelets and had a new, sparkly phone case every week. You could hear them walking down the hall since the jangling crap attached to their book bags made such a racket. Thing is, if Celeste had gone to Ranier High, she probably would have been friends with them. Penny longed for a crew. She was on “Oh, hey” status with a bunch of kids, but her closest school friend, Angie Salazar, transferred to Sojourner Truth High the summer before junior year, leaving Penny socially unmoored. If there were a subbasement level with a trapdoor below utter invisibility, Penny would have found a way to fall to it. Her social standing was nonexistent. The cat continued to rattle. If it carried on in this way, it would be toast before they hit the freeway. It was trinket Darwinism. A fragile animal had no business being mounted in a fast-moving vehicle. Certainly not a fast-moving vehicle commandeered by her mother, who had no right to commandeer anything in the whole wide . . . “Why do you do that?” Penny exploded. She wanted to punch a hole in the window and fling the cat out. Possibly hurl herself after it. Today was meant to be different. Penny’d let herself get excited about it for weeks. Her mom had taken the afternoon off, and it hurt Penny’s feelings that Celeste would ditch her as soon as she saw the Chandlers. Not that Penny would admit what was really bothering her. Pathetic outcasts had standards too. “What?” Celeste rolled her eyes. The teen-like gesture coming from her mom set her off even more. Penny wanted to shake Celeste until her fillings came loose. “Why do you flirt with everyone all the time?” Celeste was the mom equivalent of a feather boa. Or human glitter. “It’s getting old, you know.” “Who are you talking about?” “Oh, you know exactly who . . .” “Matt Chandler?” “Yeah, gross, nasty ‘Maddy’s Daddy,’ who, incidentally, is married!” “I know he’s married.” Celeste huffed. “Who was flirting? I was being polite, which, by the way, wouldn’t kill you. With your eye-rolling and scowls. Do you know how embarrassing . . . ?” “Embarrassing? Me? Embarrassing you?” Penny balked. “That’s rich.” Penny crossed her arms prissily. “Mom, he was a creep and you’re there oozing your smiley, ridiculous . . .” The car cat clattered as if nodding. “How is he a creep? Because he wanted to give me investment advice?” Penny couldn’t believe how dense her mother could be. It was clear to everyone that “Matt” wanted to give her a lot more than investment advice. Christ, even Madison knew what was up. “How is it possible that you’re this stupid?” Celeste’s mouth opened then shut. A pained expression flashed across her face. Even the curls on her head appeared to deflate. Penny had never said anything as explicitly, deliberately mean to her mom before. She felt bad about it as soon as it flew out of her mouth, and while her mother wasn’t dumb, she was frequently mistaken for being, well, a little airheaded. Celeste ran regional operations for a multinational events-planning agency, spoke in hashtags, and was frequently dressed as if attending a boy-band concert. That was her way. Penny was constantly running defense for her. The neighborhood men circled Celeste like sharks, conveniently underfoot to help with high supermarket shelves or offer unsolicited mansplainage on any number of topics. The way they lingered by Celeste’s car, eyes glittering like seeds, as if waiting for something, sketched Penny out. It didn’t help that Celeste was invariably welcoming. Just one example: Last Valentine’s Day, Mr. Hemphill, their ancient mailman, presented Celeste with a tiny box of drugstore chocolates. It was the size of a mouse coffin, with four oxidized bonbons inside, and he kept mentioning the Vietnam War as though they had something in common. It was clear that he wanted to wear their skin and as far as Penny was concerned, this was the last guy you wanted knowing where you lived. Celeste wouldn’t hear of it. Penny gazed out the window. Fighting with her mother had become routine. But now that Penny was leaving, Celeste had to get better at navigating the world. Steering clear of unrepentant scumbags was a start. Penny was exhausted. Of worrying about Celeste. Of resenting her. The flitting fast-food restaurants and gas stations blurred in her vision. She blotted the hot stray tears with a sleeve so her mom wouldn’t see. •  •  • Later that day Penny’s boyfriend came by. Not that Penny ever publicly referred to Mark as her “boyfriend.” He functioned more as a stopgap for complete isolation when Angie moved away, which was a totally awful way to think about it. Especially since empirically Mark was out of her league. At least physically. Which wasn’t everything, except in high school maybe it was. Most of the time Penny couldn’t believe they were dating. When Mark first showed interest, Penny thought he was defective or else messing with her, and when he didn’t seem to be doing that, her suspicion only grew. Penny was nothing if not aware of what she looked like and what she looked like was exactly the same as she did when she was in first grade. Smallish eyes with a snub nose and humongous lips that her mother promised she’d grow into but she never did. She and Mark looked confusing together. It didn’t help that Penny had learned that relationships often seemed to mean the opposite of what you called them. You could have over a hundred “friends” on social media and still have nobody to talk to. Just as Angie (that Brutus) had dubbed Penny her best friend until she ghosted completely. And while Mark referred to Penny as “bae,” which just made her deeply uncomfortable because: gross, he also described pizza as not only “bae” but “bae AF.” Which, yeah, obviously, but that was the problem. They both liked pizza way more than their person. “So, did you get it?” Penny desperately wished she hadn’t. Penny knew part of her lukewarm disposition toward Mark was that he was the type of guy Celeste would’ve picked out for her. He had dirty-blond hair and the preppy good looks of a Hollister model. Not on the billboard but easily in a catalog group shot. Toward the front since he was short. Mark was also younger by a year, which was clutch when you were sorta-kinda-not-really-but-maybe dating since that meant he had a different lunch period. His crew qualified as popular since it included moderately popular soccer kids despite the rest of the squad being burnouts. Mark smoked a lot of weed and had a brain like a sieve. Which was unfortunate. Even the cute things that would have made good inside jokes were forgotten, like how autocorrect on his phone kept changing “goddammit” to “god donut,” so when Penny sent the donut emoji as an expletive he only ever thought she was hungry. Mark was unwavering. Penny blinked first. “Do you want a snack or something?” She opened the fridge, grabbed a pitcher of sweet tea, and poured them both glasses. It was the only thing Celeste knew how to “cook.” Penny thought back to the first day Mark talked to her after fifth period. Thing was, he was defective in a sense. Everybody knew he had “yellow fever.” His ex was this smoking-hot Vietnamese girl Audrey, whose dad was transferred to Germany with the air force, and in middle school he’d briefly dated Emily, who was half Thai. “Well?” Mark wouldn’t be deterred. “Did you get it?” He grinned winsomely. Penny drew her tea to her mouth with such force that she hit the glass with her teeth. “Baby,” he said. Behind “bae,” Penny despised “baby” as a thing for a grown adult woman to be called. It was so prescriptive. Like dressing sexy for Halloween. Mark sat on a stool on the other side of the kitchen island and gestured alluringly for her to come over. His hair fell over his right eye. God, he was handsome. Mark opened his arms and she walked into them. “We may as well get used to communicating like this,” Mark whispered, breath tickling her ear. “We both hate talking on the phone, and you know what they say about pictures, Penny.” He paused for effect, Penny couldn’t believe he was going to continue. “They’re worth a thousand words.” Wow. Penny hitched her chin onto his shoulders. Mark smelled mildewy. It was comforting in a sense. Mark often smelled as if he hadn’t done laundry in a while. She weighed her options. Possible gambits to mount a distraction for a boyfriend who’s prone to distraction: 1. Break up with him. A long-distance relationship based on cataclysmic levels of meh was soul-eating. 2. Have sex with him to change the subject. 3. Burst into tears and explain nothing. “Yes.” Penny sighed. “I did get it.” Then she added, “Thank you.” She tried to sound sincere. Technically “it” was a “they” and “they” were nudes. Penny recalled the twin pepperoni constituting her boyfriend’s nipples and inwardly shuddered. Mark thought sexts were an appropriate and fun way to christen a new phone. Penny thought vehemently otherwise. Okay, so they weren’t full-on frontal—bless. Mark was still sixteen, and Penny didn’t need the FBI landing at her college dorm for kiddie porn. They were risqué, though. Each went slightly beyond the treasure trail. With a few different filters. Penny was even sure he’d Facetuned at least one, which was a quality she simply could not respect in a man. She knew that the proper, more sporting response was to reciprocate. A boob (hint of nip tops) would suffice. But she didn’t want to. At all. All she wanted to do was delete them, pretend none of this ever happened, and leave. She’d be off the hook then. At least technically. The statute for follow-up nudes couldn’t extend beyond the city limits surely. Even so, Penny should have considered going out of state.

Editorial Reviews

"A tender, texting-based teen romance."