When I’m not writing, I’m staring at fast moving numbers until they’re seared in my retina. I’m an equities trader, meaning I trade stocks and (some would say) add nothing in the way of value to society. I’m not searching for the cure for cancer, or helping rich dudes hide their liquid assets on some Caribbean island. I have accepted the fact that when that big meteor hits, they ain’t taking me!
When I’m not pounding away on my laptop (his name is HP Wentworth, see link for background http://cigrant.livejournal.com/1604.html), or trading stocks, I’m gorging myself. Whether it’s food for my body, or book after book after book for my brain, you’ll almost never see me without something in my hand (banana, book, water canister…and my droid phone).
When I’m not writing, or trading stocks, or stuffing my face, I’m playing basketball. I’ve been going to the same gym for almost ten years. I’ve had the opportunity to measure my game against NBA players like Elton Brand, Jason Kidd, Carmelo Anthony, and Joakim Noah. They’re all a little better than I am…just a little; although Brand and Noah, two of the best rebounders in the league complimented me on my own rebounding. Let’s say I was skipping home for the rest of the week.
When I’m not writing, or trading stocks, or stuffing my face, or playing basketball, I’m watching my three favorite sports teams, the New York Giants, the New York Knicks, and the New York Mets. The euphoria from the Giants 2008 Super Bowl victory lasted about two years. Now I’m hungry for more, praying that Isiah Thomas won’t find away to screw the Knicks up again, and the long shadow of Bernie Madoff won’t cripple my Metropolitans forever.
When I’m not writing, or trading stocks, or stuffing my face, or playing basketball, or watching my New York teams, I’m usually admitting to my wife that she is right about most things that we disagree on. Of course I’m admitting this months, if not years after the fact. Who can admit they’re wrong after spending so much time watching their New York teams, playing basketball, stuffing their face, trading stocks, and writing?
High school freshman Martine (Teenie for short) is a good student, with a bright future ahead of her. She's desperate to be accepted into a prestigious study abroad program in Spain so that she can see what life is like beyond the streets of Brooklyn. She wouldn't mind escaping from her strict (though lovable) parents for awhile either. But when the captain of the basketball team starts to pay attention to her after she's pined away for him for months and Cherise, her best friend, meets a guy online, Teenie's mind is on anything but her schoolwork. Teenie's longtime crush isn't what he seemed to be, nor is her best friend's online love. Can Teenie get her act together in time to save her friendship with Cherise, save her grade point average so that she can study in Spain, and save herself from a potentially dangerous relationship?
Christopher Grant makes a stunning literary debut with this warmly told story about friends, family, and finding oneself.