Cody Everett has a temper as hot as the inside of a combustion chamber, and it's landed him at his uncle's trailer, a last-chance home before military school. But how can he take the guy seriously when he calls himself Race, eats Twinkies for breakfast, and pals around with rednecks who drive in circles every Saturday night?
What Cody doesn't expect is for the arrangement to work. Or for Race to become the friend and mentor he's been looking for all his life. But just as Cody begins to settle in and get a handle on his supercharged temper, a crisis sends his life spinning out of control. Everything he's come to care about is threatened, and he has to choose between falling back on his old, familiar anger or stepping up to prove his loyalty to the only person he's ever dared to trust.
If you're a fan of true-to-life books about kids with real problems, you'll love this humorous and heartwarming story of second chances. Perfect for fans of Rainbow Rowell, Laurie Halse Anderson, and John Green.
"Nowak capably depicts a realistic, likable teenager with typical teenager flaws…. An endearing story about a teenager, his mentor, and what a difference true, unselfish love can make."– Kirkus Reviews
"The roar of engines practically explodes off the page in this compelling, heart-thumping debut. Cody Everett is a straight-shooter with attitude, smarts, and whip-cracking wit; he doesn't pull any punches, and neither does author Lisa Nowak. The collision of Cody and the world of stock car racing makes for a great story, one of the best I've read in a long time. Running Wide Open is a book not to be missed."– Christine Fletcher, author of Tallulah Falls and Ten Cents a Dance (Bloomsbury)
"The racing environment is depicted wonderfully and its atmosphere of sportsmanship and camaraderie is inspiring. It's a great backdrop for this admirably complex drama and ought to make this a YA favorite to be read multiple times. complex drama for a YA book."– Peter H, LL Book Review
"This is a touching story about dysfunctional families, teen angst, the importance of love and compassion, overcoming trauma, and race car driving. And believe me, you do not need to be a fan of racing (in fact you can be quite the opposite) to enjoy this story. The characters are richly developed and highly likable and the plot is exciting and believable."– Cassandra, A Kindled Fire
"It doesn't matter if you are a racing fan or not, Running Wide Open will captivate you and capture your heart."– Cari J (Amazon)
"Cody wasn't merely a character but a living, breathing boy with a complex personality and deep wounds. And as the story progresses I saw that his struggles gave him strength and purpose and a sense of self-worth that was truly inspirational. This story is a journey worth taking. Highly recommend."– Cheri Lasota, Amazon
The hiss of a paint can sounded like a roar, even over the rumble of traffic on Sunset Boulevard. Tim's drunk-assed laugh snagged my attention. His fingers shook as he used a can of Krylon royal blue to put the finishing touches on an anatomically correct and obviously proud elephant.
"Dude," I said, "his shlong is longer than his trunk."
"Why do you think he's smiling?" Tim busted into another giggle fit, doubling over and clutching his gut.
"C'mon, Cody, you're supposed to be drawing," prodded Mike. "That's not a picture." He was kind of an ass, but it's hard to blow off a guy you've hung out with since third grade.
"Pardon me for being able to communicate with words."
"Is that a giraffe?" Tim said. He was sprawled on the concrete now, staring up at Mike's neon pink animal as it brayed a string of four-letter words across the zoo wall.
"No, moron," Mike said, "it's a zebra. Can't you see the stripes?"
"Looks like a giraffe."
"It's a frickin' zebra!"
Mike planted the toe of his Adidas in Tim's ribs, and Tim tried to nail him in the balls with his rattle can. Then they were both rolling on the sidewalk, thrashing each other.
Why couldn't they shut the hell up? Beer buzzed through my skull, making everything go sideways. The words spilling out of my spray can had a crazy tilt to them.
Whooooop! A siren shrieked. I jerked back and dropped my paint.
"Cops!" Mike was up in a second, bolting down the sidewalk for the woods. Tim wasn't so fast. He'd messed up his knee last fall when he totaled his stepdad's Jeep in the Terwilliger Curves.
"C'mon," I said, grabbing his arm. Red and blue lights flashed around us as I dragged him down the sidewalk—no easy feat, considering he had five inches and fifty pounds on me.
The siren got louder. I risked a peek over my shoulder. They were close, but if I ditched Tim I could make it.
He stumbled, wrenching my arm.
"Move it!" I said, yanking him up.
Behind us, the car screeched to a stop. Doors slammed, and footsteps pounded the asphalt.
We reached the end of the zoo wall, but I knew we couldn't make it through the trees in the dark and stay ahead of the cops.
"Shit, Cody. I can't get busted again!" Tim panted.
I remembered the last time—how his face had looked when his stepdad got done with him.
"Then get the hell out of here," I said, shoving him into the bushes.
As he disappeared I turned to face the cops.
"Good evening, officers!" I called. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to discuss this like gentlemen over a dozen donuts?"