**From *New York Times* bestselling author Andrew Smith comes the stunning, long-awaited sequel to the groundbreaking Printz Honor Book *Grasshopper Jungle*.** It's been sixteen years since an army of horny, hungry, six-foot-tall praying mantises forced Arek's family underground and into the hole
Exile from Eden
β Scribed by Andrew Smith
- Publisher
- Egmont UK Ltd;Electric Monkey
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- en-GB
- Weight
- 674 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN
- 1405294000
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β¦ Synopsis
The highly anticipated sequel to the cult classic Grasshopper Jungle
In the small town of Ealing, Iowa, Austin and his best friend Robby have accidentally unleashed an unstoppable army. An army of horny, hungry, six-foot-tall praying mantises.
Several years on, Austin, Robby and a very small group of others have managed to survive. In their underground bunker, life is small - but they are safe. Just about. But is everything about to change again?
Praise for Grasshopper Jungle
'A cool/passionate, gay/straight, male/female, absurd/real, funny/moving, past/present, breezy/profound masterpiece of a book.' Michael Grant, bestselling author of the GONE series.
'If you only read one book this year about sexually confused teens battling 6 foot tall head-chomping praying mantises in small town America, make it this one.' Charlie Higson, author of the bestselling Young Bond series.
'I devoured...
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