“When he takes a picture of a passed-out street person for his photography class, class-clown Blake expects an 'A.' He doesn't expect that he'll soon be ditching his girlfriend to prowl skid row, or conducting midnight corpse-checks at the morgue to track down his best friend's long-lost mom. This authentic (and surprisingly funny) debut novel is the story of a crash course in what it means to be a boyfriend, and a friend, and a man.”
— Jennifer Laughran, Books Inc., San Francisco, CA
Click. Telephoto lens. Zoom. In a shutter release millisecond, Blake's world turns upside down. The nameless woman with the snake tattoo is not just another assignment. "That's my mom " gasps Marissa. Click. Saturated self-portrait: Blake, nice guy, class clown, always trying to get a laugh, not sure where to focus. Click. Contrast. Shannon, Blake's GF. Total. Babe. Marissa, just a friend and fellow photographer. Shannon loves him; Marissa needs him. How is he supposed to frame them both in one shot? Click. Chiaroscuro. Lightdark. Marissa again, overexposed. Crash and burn. Talk about negative space. Click.