King Dork Approximately

Tom Henderson is the same old King Dork, aside from a head wound that sometimes turns his internal monologue into tuba-damaged clumps of words. He's still trying to work out who to blame for the new scar on his forehead, the memory loss, and his father's mysterious death. But illicit female hospital visitations, The Catcher in the Rye, and the Hillmont High sex-pocalypse have made him a semi-new man.

What doesn't make you stronger can kill you, though, and tenth grade, part two, promises to be a killer. Tom's down one bloodstained army coat and one Little Big Tom, and now his most deeply held beliefs about alphabetical-order friendship, recycling, girls, rock and roll, and the stitching on jeans are about to totally and utterly fall apart.

Oh yeah, and he's kind of made out with anywhere from three to nineteen girls, but mostly just two. So there's that.