Product Description Meet your unforgettable protagonist: God, who, as it turns out, is a 19-year-old boy living in the present-day and sharing an apartment with his long-suffering fifty-something personal assistant. Unfortunately for the planet, God is lazy and, frankly, hopeless. He created all of the world's species in six days because he couldn't summon the energy to work for longer. He gets Africa and America mixed up. And his beleagured assistant has his work cut out for him when God creates a near-apolcalyptic flood, having fallen asleep without turning the bath off.There is No Dog is a darkly funny novel from one of our most delightfully unpredictable writers. Review “There Is No Dog is a funny, dark, incisive and ultimately somewhat hopeful treatise on the best and worst parts of being human.”—The Chronicle Herald (Halifax)“Prose that is heart-warmingly lyrical. . . . Rosoff shows remarkable insight into the far-from-smooth course that young love and young sexuality can take.”—The Irish Times“Tart, satirical, a work of unrelenting humour and a creative energy that rivals even that of its main character . . . Rosoff’s take on the mess that’s the world, the erratic weather of global warming, the painful wonder and glorious despair of metaphysics, lust, romance and natural disaster is elegant, biting, articulate and vivid. It races along at a sustained pitch of attitude and hyperbole, as much a study of adolescence as it is of parodic theology. Original and highly entertaining.”—Toronto Star“There Is No Dog is [Rosoff’s] best yet, for its laugh-out-loud hilariousness.”—Newsday About the Author MEG ROSOFF was born in Boston and now lives in London with her husband and daughter. Her debut novelHow I Live Now was an ALA Best Book for Young Adults, winner of the Michael L. Printz Award, and nominated for the Orange Award for New Writers. Her second novel,Just In Case, won the 2007 CILIP Carnegie Medal and was an ALA Best Book for Young Adults.What I Was, Rosoff's third novel, was shortlisted for the 2008 CILIP Carnegie Medal. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Oh glorious, most glorious glorious! And yet again glorious! The sun spreads warm and golden on Lucy’s face and arms. Pale new leaves unfurl so fast she can almost hear the little sighs they make as they open. Birds tweet and twitter their social networks, like city workers seeking potential mates. A few tipsy clouds punctuate the sweet blue sky. The world reels, drunk with happiness. Lucy nearly laughs out loud. What a wondrous day. The most wondrous day ever, since the very beginning of time. She doesn’t realize how much she herself adds to its perfection. Is it the summer dress printed with roses, which the breeze catches and flips up against her legs? Or merely the fact that Lucy is as perfect as a rose herself, a flower newly opened – so perfect, you can imagine the sun breaking every rule of impartiality to beam down upon her, alone. What heaven, she thinks. What bliss! Whoever is in charge of the weather today has (for once) achieved perfection. Her step is light. The distance from bus stop to work is short. She smiles, a half-grown girlish womanish smile that illuminates her lovely features. The sun paints soft highlights on her cheekbones and well-shaped mouth, sets her pale hair alight. She dreams about the summer months to come, the bright conversations, the long pink evenings, the possibility of love. Her youth, her smile, her happiness all combine, at this moment, to make her the most irresistible woman on Earth. A young man walks some distance behind her. If he hadn’t already made up his mind not to fall in love – with her or anyone else, ever again – he might run to catch her up. Instead, he slows his step and turns away, disliking her, for not very good reasons of his own. Lucy fairly skips along, joyous. She passes a fountain and leans over into the spray, delig