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Narrated by two teenage boys on opposing sides of the conflict between the Burmese government and the Karenni, one of Burma's many ethnic minorities, this coming-of-age novel takes place against the political and military backdrop of modern-day Burma. Chiko isn't a fighter by nature. He's a book-loving Burmese boy whose father, a doctor, is in prison for resisting the government. Tu Reh, on the other hand, wants to fight for freedom after watching Burmese soldiers destroy his Karenni family's home and bamboo ...
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Overview

Narrated by two teenage boys on opposing sides of the conflict between the Burmese government and the Karenni, one of Burma's many ethnic minorities, this coming-of-age novel takes place against the political and military backdrop of modern-day Burma. Chiko isn't a fighter by nature. He's a book-loving Burmese boy whose father, a doctor, is in prison for resisting the government. Tu Reh, on the other hand, wants to fight for freedom after watching Burmese soldiers destroy his Karenni family's home and bamboo fields. Timidity becomes courage and anger becomes compassion when the boys' stories intersect.
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Perkins (Secret Keeper) pulls back a curtain on the current conflict in Myanmar (formerly Burma) in this tensely plotted portrait of teens caught in the crossfire. The novel is narrated in two parts, the first by Chiko, a son of Burmese intellectuals who hopes to become a teacher. Perkins sets a chain reaction in motion when Chiko answers an advertisement looking for educators, only to be conscripted into the Burmese army, where an unlikely friendship alters the course of his life even more drastically. Perkins seamlessly blends cultural, political, religious, and philosophical context into her story, which is distinguished by humor, astute insights into human nature, and memorable characters. Teenage Tu Reh, a Karenni (one of the nation’s ethnic minorities), narrates the second half, which begins when he and his father find an injured Burmese soldier (whose identity is instantly apparent), presenting an equally nuanced view from the perspective of the supposed enemy. As Chiko and Tu Reh wrestle with prejudices of culture and class, Perkins delivers a graceful exploration of the redemptive power of love, family, and friendship under untenable circumstances. Ages 11-14. (July)
Children's Literature - Uma Krishnaswami
An educated Burmese teenager whose father is in prison for resisting the military rulers of Burma, Chiko is commandeered into the army. The first half of the book is a first person narrative from his viewpoint. Coming to terms with his brutal separation from his family, he begins to forge a manner of community with other young recruits. In particular, he builds a friendship with a street boy named Tai, whom he teaches how to read and write. When Tai is selected to go on a military expedition against the ethnic minority Karenni, Chiko volunteers to take his place. The second half of the book is from the viewpoint of a Karenni boy, Tu Reh, who is filled with anger at the Burmese slash-and-burn campaign against his people. How they come face to face in this dual narrative makes for an interesting structural choice. Against his instincts, Tu Reh starts to see the humanity in the wounded soldier. Perkins has gentled the story sufficiently that even younger readers will find it accessible. Brutality remains unmasked and undeniable, but it is not gratuitously on display either. Cultural and religious differences between Burmese and Karenni and the background of politics and society in Myanmar are made contextually clear, so the story proceeds without explanatory pauses. Chiko's voice picks up the epilogue, closing the circle. Back matter notes include information about modern Burma, reflections drawn from the author's own experiences living in Thailand and visiting Karenni refugee camps along the border, and a note on the use of the name "Burma" versus the official "Myanmar". It is a heartfelt, well-formed novel about a place and people rarely seen in fiction for young readers. Reviewer: Uma Krishnaswami
Library Journal
Far from the battlefields of our own nation's Civil War comes a story of civil conflict in modern Myanmar (formerly Burma). Chiko, 15, does not know where his next meal will come from. His surgeon father has been arrested, and his mother does not want him to leave the house. Her worst fears are realized when scholarly Chiko answers an ad for teachers and is conscripted to fight as a child soldier. By contrast, Tu Reh has always wanted to fight on the side of the Karenni resistance. Indicative of many of Myanmar's oppressed minorities, the Karenni exist in refugee camps along the country's border. When Tu Reh discovers Chiko injured in the forest, the two boys forge a friendship despite their nation's troubled circumstances.—Angelina Benedetti, "35 Going on 13," BookSmack! 8/19/10
School Library Journal
Gr 7–10—With authenticity, insight, and compassion, Perkins delivers another culturally rich coming-of-age novel. Two teens on opposing sides of ethnic conflict in modern-day Burma (Myanmar) tell an intertwined story that poignantly reveals the fear, violence, prejudice, and hardships they both experience. Chiko, a quiet, studious student whose medical doctor father has been arrested as a traitor, is seized by the government and forced into military training. Chiko is groomed for guerrilla warfare against the Karenni, a Burmese minority group living in villages and refugee camps along the Thai-Burma border. After he and his patrol stumble into land mines, Tu Reh, an angry Karenni and rebel fighter, must decide whether or not to save him. Tu Reh's home was destroyed by Burmese soldiers, and he struggles with his conscience and his desire for revenge and independence. Both Chiko and Tu Reh are caught in a conflict that neither fully understands. Family, friendships, and loyalty have shaped their lives. But as young soldiers, they face harrowing situations, profound suffering, and life-and-death decisions. Both boys learn the meaning of courage. Chiko and Tu Reh are dynamic narrators whose adolescent angst and perspectives permeate the trauma of their daily lives. Dialogue and descriptions are vibrant; characters are memorable; cultural characteristics are smoothly incorporated; and the story is well paced. Perkins has infused her narrative with universal themes that will inspire readers to ponder humanitarian issues, reasons for ethnic conflict, and the effects of war. The author's notes provide helpful background information on Burmese history and the ongoing military regime's repression of minorities.—Gerry Larson, Durham School of the Arts, NC
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781580893282
  • Publisher: Charlesbridge Publishing, Inc.
  • Publication date: 7/28/2010
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 516,457
  • Age range: 11 - 14 Years
  • Lexile: 680L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.60 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Mitali Perkins is the author of several novels for children, including SECRET KEEPER, the First Daughter series, RICKSHAW GIRL, MONSOON SUMMER, and THE NOT SO STAR-SPANGLED LIFE OF SUNITA SEN. She lives in California.
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First Chapter

BAMBOO PEOPLE

a novel
By Mitali Perkins

Charlesbridge

Copyright © 2010 Mitali Perkins
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-58089-328-2


Chapter One

Teachers wanted. Applicants must take examination in person. Salaries start at—

"Chiko, come inside!" Mother calls through the screen door, her voice low and urgent.

On the road behind our house, horns toot, sirens blare, and bicycle rickshaws crowd the streets. A high cement wall and a barrier of bamboo muffle the noise, making our garden seem as private as a monastery. But it isn't. I could be spotted from the houses nearby, and spies are everywhere. They would betray even an old neighbor for extra ration cards.

I scan the rest of the announcement quickly, my heart racing.

"Chiko! Now!" Mother startles the flock of green parakeets perched on the birdbath, and they fly away.

I fold the newspaper around A Tale of Two Cities and head for the house. I want to tell Mother about the call for teachers in the paper, but it seems like she's getting more anxious by the day. So am I, even though I wish I didn't have to admit that. I'm tired of hiding, of worrying, and worst of all, of remembering again and again the day the soldiers came for Father. Remembering how I've failed him.

"You shouldn't be reading out there," Mother tells me, peering out through the screen after latching the door behind me.

I take a deep breath and push my glasses back. It's now or never. "No harm in reading the government newspaper. There's a notice—"

But she's not listening. "We'll talk about that later, Chiko. How could you take one of your father's books outside? Do you want to end up in prison, too?"

She's right—I shouldn't have brought the book out there. The government gets suspicious when a Burmese boy reads English books. But I don't answer her questions. What can I say? That it already feels like I'm in prison? I take the novel out of the newspaper. The worn cloth cover is still warm from the sunshine. "Read widely, Chiko," Father used to say. "Great doctors must understand human nature in order to heal."

"Hide it right now, Chiko," Mother says sharply. "Wait. Let me draw the blinds."

The dim room grows even darker. I reach behind the large painting of a white elephant, and we hear the familiar click. The painting swings open silently, like a well-oiled door. Hidden behind it is the cabinet Father built to conceal his battered black medical bag, books, and papers.

The books are in the same order as he left them, and I slip A Tale of Two Cities into place. There are a dozen medical and college textbooks, but we also own the complete works of Shakespeare, a book about Buddha's teachings, the Christian Holy Bible, a few slim volumes of British poetry, an illustrated Oxford dictionary, some Burmese books (like the Jakata tales and verses by Thakin Kodaw Hmaing and Tin Moe), novels by Indian and Russian writers like RabindranathTagore and Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Arabian Nights, and a set of books by Charles Dickens. These are our family treasures—faded, tattered, and well read.

I'm one of the few boys in town who can read and write in Burmese and English. It's only because of Father. Schools around here close down so often it's hard to learn, but I studied at home.

Father's favorite books explain the secrets and mysteries of the human body, from bones to blood to cells to nerves. I always loved stories the best—books about heroes and quests and adventures, books where everything turns out fine in the end. I tried to pretend to be interested in science, but Father wasn't fooled; he used the novels as prizes after we studied science.

It's no use remembering the good times we had. I think I miss the sound of him the most. His voice—reading, talking, or laughing—steadied the house like a heartbeat. These days I only hear the conversation of Mother and her friends. If this keeps up, my own voice might reverse itself and start sounding high and sweet again.

I remember the last time I heard Father speak—almost four months ago. "Take care of your mother, Chiko!" he shouted as six or seven army officers shoved him into a van.

"I will, Father!" I answered, hoping he heard.

But have I kept that promise? No! All I've done is hide, and that's not good enough with our money running out. And it's terrible to go without news of him. The same thought keeps both Mother and me awake at night, even though we never say it to each other. Is he alive?

Chapter Two

"We can talk after you eat lunch, Chiko," Mother urges, pushing a chair to the table. "It's getting late. Daw Widow and Lei will be coming for tea. Daw Widow says she has some something important to tell us."

Daw Widow is our next-door neighbor. She's offered a reward for any information about Father's arrest. It's impossible to get real news, but rumors float through the streets. Bicycle rickshaw passengers whisper to one another, forgetting that drivers with sharp ears pedal the cycles.

That's how Daw Widow discovered why Father was arrested. Someone had spotted him when he crept out from our house at night to treat a patient—an "enemy of the state," a leader of the freedom and democracy movement. They'd charged Father as a traitor to the government for providing money and information along with medical care. Even though we don't know where he's imprisoned, or even if he's still alive, we have to send money to the government every month to pay for his food.

Mother sets a covered plate before me. "Daw Widow has been scolding me about how skinny you're getting," she says. "Before I know it, she'll be checking my pantry and giving me cooking lessons again."

The familiar dimple in Mother's left cheek deepens. Father used to say that he tumbled into it when he first saw her and never climbed out. But lately a pattern of creases and wrinkles is starting to hide it. "She must like your cooking, Mother," I say. "She always eats seconds when she's here, and sometimes thirds, if there's enough."

Still smiling, Mother hurries to the kitchen to slice me a lime. I lift the cover off the plate and see ngapi, the dried and fermented shrimp paste we eat with every meal; rice; and a few chunks of chicken floating in a pale, weak curry. I've been trying to get Mother to eat more by having her eat first. She's even thinner than I am, but she hides it under the loose folds of her sarong. I hunt and count pieces of chicken—she hasn't taken any meat at all. I'm going to have to change my strategy and eat before she does so I can leave her most of the meat.

Mother returns with three juicy, green wedges, so I squeeze lime over my food and start eating. I want to finish before our guests arrive because I've started feeling uncomfortable eating in front of Lei. With those dark eyes watching me, I feel like a tiger, tearing and chewing away at my dinner—a big cat predator in square-rimmed glasses.

After I'm done, Mother clears the table and brings out her mending. The look on her face tells me she's hoping I won't bring up the newspaper announcement. Father's voice in my mind reminds me to study, so I sigh, open the cabinet again, and take out a calculus book.

It's impossible to concentrate today. After pretending for a while, I glance at Mother's face. Time's running out—the interview for teachers is at four o'clock. I'll have to leave soon if I want to make it. Besides, Daw Widow will be here shortly, and she'll probably put up an even bigger fight than Mother to stop me.

Now or never, Chiko, I tell myself, taking off my glasses and rubbing my eyes. "Mother."

The needle keeps going, but she's frowning.

"Mother." I try again.

She looks up. "All right, Chiko. What was in the paper?"

"The government wants to hire teachers. They're giving an exam this afternoon. I want to take it."

"And you believe them?"

"It might be true. And if I pass the test, they'll hire me. The salary's small, but—"

Mother flings aside her sewing and stands up. "You are not leaving this home, Chiko. Young men are disappearing every day. Just last week We-Min's son was at the market when soldiers dragged him away to join the army. And his father's still at home."

She's right. It could be dangerous for me out there. And the notice in the paper could be a lie. But I can't live like this any longer, cowering inside this house while Mother gets thinner and our money runs out. I made a promise; I have to try to keep it.

"Times are changing," I tell her. "Daw Widow told us about the rumors that some of the prisoners might be set free. This job—if it's real—might pay enough for us to keep taking care of Father until he's released."

Mother has already sold her jewelry and our extra clothes. The toaster, the fan, the radio, and even most of the pots and pans are gone. Last month she even sold some of Father's medical equipment, knowing that he'd want us to eat. All we have left are our family treasures, hidden in that cabinet behind the white elephant.

"We're going to have to sell the books," I say, even though I know what Mother's reaction will be.

"No! Your father brought those back from England before we were married. Selling them is like ..."

It's my turn to stand up. "Like what, Mother? Like admitting that Father might not come back? Well, what if he doesn't? Our money's gone!"

"Your father will come back, young man!" She steadies her voice. "He's alive; I can feel his heart beating inside mine."

I press my lips together to keep more disrespectful words from pouring out. Superstitions and old wives' tales won't help Father survive; we've heard stories about how they treat "enemies of the state."

"I know it's hard for you to hide like this, my son," Mother continues. "Won't you change your mind and join the temple?"

The suggestion is tempting, and she knows it. Soldiers don't harass monks, and boys my age often serve the temple for a year or two. But I can't become a monk, not with Father's last words to take care of Mother ringing in my ears, mind, and heart. Not with the memory of me doing nothing while they dragged him away.

"No, Mother. The temple won't pay me a salary."

"I can find sewing work here and there," says Mother. "And you'd be safe, Chiko."

That word triggers something inside me. "Safe!" I shoot it at her like a bullet, and she flinches. "Maybe I'm not supposed to be safe. We're behind in the rent and running out of food. And what am I doing about it?"

Mother holds up one hand, palm facing me. "Stop!" she says, and her voice is stern. "They've taken my husband. I don't intend to hand over my son."

Somebody raps on the door, and we both jump.

"Who is it?" Mother calls, her voice trembling.

The day the soldiers arrested Father, the three of us were arguing about my going away. Father wanted me to apply to colleges in England. He still has friends there, friends who could help get me into university. Mother, of course, didn't want me to go, but she hates that her last words to Father were angry ones.

I take her hand. If the army is here to take me, I don't want our final moments to bring any more crying in the night. "Speak up!" I call, even though my stomach is clenched like a fist. "Who's there?"

Chapter Three

The hinges of the front door creak, and a rusty voice calls out, "Wei-Lin! I heard that boy of yours shouting from my kitchen. And I saw him reading a book. Outside."

It's only Daw Widow. Mother lets go of my hand. Quickly I tuck my shirt into my trousers and push up my glasses. Lei enters the house behind her mother, looking like an orchid in her slim green sarong. Her purple silk blouse seems to carry the sunlight into our house.

Daw Widow stays in front of her, blocking my view, hands on her hips. "What's the fight about this time?"

Mother manages a smile. "The boy wants to leave, Ah-Ma." My mother is always proper, never forgetting to address Daw Widow as her older sister. "He wants to prove something, I think. That he can be as brave as Joon was—is, I mean."

We're quiet, pretending not to notice her slip of the tongue. Then Daw Widow advances, one finger jabbing the air in front of my face. "So you want to go to college, do you? Let me tell you something—you don't learn to be a doctor from books," she says. She pokes the calculus book I'm using as a shield. "Your father didn't, either. I never thought much of his fancy foreign education, anyway. The knowledge they stuffed into his head from these books didn't make him the finest doctor in Burma. He was a healer even before he went away. The heavens gave him a special gift."

I always feel like groaning when Mother or Daw Widow brings up this old village belief. Father's medical skills a gift from heaven? Hah! I've seen his detailed, neat lecture notes; reviewed his stellar examination records; watched him do research for hours. Hard work and a clever mind—those are the keys to the medical profession, not some magical healing touch. Besides, why does everyone assume I want to be a doctor, anyway? I don't want to deal with blood and broken bones. Lei might be the only one who knows my distaste for medicine, and only because I confessed it to her once when we were alone.

"No use getting that know-it-all look on your face," Daw Widow scolds, her sharp eyes studying my expression. "Your father had a gift, I tell you. There was something in his face that made people feel better before he gave them any of those Western medicines. A glow, or a light in his eyes. When he left, he took a patient's worries and fears away in that black bag of his."

"I know just what you mean," Mother chimes in. "Joon's old medical professor came for tea last week. When he smiled and told me Joon would be well, I believed him. He left such a feeling of peace behind."

I shrug, remembering how the old man's lined features seemed to brighten as he looked at Mother. It was nighttime when he visited, and the flickering kerosene lamp cast a strange pattern of light onto our faces. But I'm tired of old wives' tales and fears. It's time for some truth telling. "I don't want to become a doctor," I announce. "I want to be a teacher."

"Teach?" Daw Widow asks. "Your father wanted you to be a doctor, young man."

"I know. But he'd be glad if I chose to be a teacher."

Daw Widow snorts. "Anyway, you're too young."

"That's what I've been trying to tell him," Mother says. Shaking her head, she heads into the kitchen to get the tea.

"No snacks for us today, Wei-Lin, dear," Daw Widow calls in the direction of the kitchen. "Lei and I had a big lunch."

Unlike Mother, Daw Widow has a steady source of income. Her husband was a postal officer before he died, and a small government pension still comes every month.

I pull out two chairs. After her mother is seated, Lei gathers the folds of her sarong and sits down. I smell the faint, clean scent of soap on her skin and fight the urge to touch the shining curtain of hair that swings across her shoulders.

She looks up. "Do you have time to teach me today? It's been a while since you came over, and I'm not learning as fast on my own."

Lei and I grew up together, playing in each other's gardens. She's always been like a sister, so it was natural when Daw Widow asked me to teach her to read and write. Spending time with Lei was like being with myself— easy, relaxed, and peaceful. Then, in one instant, everything changed. She was reading a poem by Tin Moe called "Desert Years."

    And the earth
    like fruit too shy to emerge
    without fruit
    in shame and sorrow
    glances at me
    When will the tears change
    and the bells ring sweet?

She looked up, and suddenly I couldn't breathe. Had her dark brown eyes always glowed like smooth, polished stones? When did her lips get as red as the flame tree that flowered between our houses? I got to my feet quickly. "Lesson's over," I mumbled.

But too many times since then, I've reread the poem to myself, picturing Lei's smile and smooth skin. And now something deep inside starts trembling whenever she's near. I've even stopped going over there in the afternoons, afraid that Lei will notice how my feelings have changed. Or even worse—that her mother might.

Even now Daw Widow is studying me closely. "You grow more like a bamboo pole by the day," she says. "Taller and skinnier. And you need a haircut."

Mother comes out carrying a tray. Tea's still cheap, and this morning she splurged on a small packet of biscuits from the vendor who comes to the door. The biscuits are arranged in a neat fan on the one porcelain plate we haven't sold.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from BAMBOO PEOPLE by Mitali Perkins Copyright © 2010 by Mitali Perkins. Excerpted by permission of Charlesbridge. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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    Bamboo People

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    June 4th, 2014 Bamboo People Book Review By Palma Piccinino Bamb

    June 4th, 2014
    Bamboo People Book Review
    By Palma Piccinino
    Bamboo People
    Mitali Perkins
    3/5 stars 




    Bamboo People by Mitali Perkins is a novel that is divided into two different sections. The novel focuses on the personal stories of certain individuals that are revolved around the war/resistance between Burma and the Karenni tribe. The first section is about the boys training and preparing to become part of the Burmese army. The section second is coming from the opposite perspective, the Karenni tribe. These sections are connected because Tu Reh, a Karenni, finds an injured boy from Burma and decides to save him. 
    Although Bamboo People was initially enticing, as the book progressed, I found myself less interested in the novel for several reasons. 
    In better description, section 1 is about a boy named Chiko, whose father was captured by the government for resistance. Chiko understands that he needs to support his mot\her, so he goes to what he thinks is a teaching interview. Little does he know, it is actually a trick, and Chiko along with many other young males are sent to a camp to train to become a Burmese soldier. At camp, Chiko meets a boy named Tai, who used to live in the streets. Tai and Chiko become a great duo since Tai teaches Chiko to be tough and Chiko teaches Tai to write. They are separated when Chiko is told he needs to go spy on the Karenni to see how much supplies and weaponry they had.  This is when section two begins. 
    When section two begins, Chiko is injured and Tu Reh, a Karenni, makes the decision to save him. The second section leads us through the life of Tu Reh and his family. This book has several weaknesses but it also has several strengths. One disappointment of the book is the abrupt separation between the two sections. The sections did not seem to flow very well and this made the second section a bit more confusing.  Another fault is Chiko and Tu Reh’s relationship. They never form a strong relationship and this may be the intention, but it makes for an uninteresting story. 
    One strength of the book is the focus on Chiko and Tai’s relationship. They develop an almost unbreakable bond. It is very interesting to see how much they complement each other as individuals. They make a wonderful and strong team. Another positive of the book has is showing Chiko and Tai growing as people. The first section included many details about their progression. Chiko is learning to become stronger, physically and mentally because of Tai. Tai is learning to write and he is becoming more intelligent every day. 
    The genre of the novel is a mixture between fiction, adventure and war. Anyone who is interested in adventure and war novels should definitely look into this book. In regards to difficulty and appropriate reading age for this novel, I would recommend anybody ages 13 (8th grade) and upwards. Either gender would enjoy this novel equally. 
    Mitali Bose Perkins was born in Calcutta, India. Mitali studied political science at Stanford University and public policy at U.C. Berkeley, surviving academia thanks to a steady diet of kids' books from public libraries and bookstores, and went on to teach middle school, high school, and college students. Mitali Perkins does not have any awards to this day? She is praised for her brilliant and focused writing. Other books by this author include: Rickshaw Girl, Monsoon Summer, The Sunita Experiment and more. There are no other books in this series. Perkins has actually led a very eventful life. She has lived in many different places. She lived in India, Bangladesh, Thailand, and California with her husband and twin sons before the Perkins family moved to Newton, Massachusetts, where they currently live. They claim to be settled in as of now. 
    All in all, yes, I would recommend his novel. I would specifically recommend the first section as I find the second section somewhat unnecessary. The first section is very enticing, detailed and interesting to read. The second section I would not recommend reading because it seems a bit random even though it is loosely connected to the first section. The first section was a “page-turner” and I never found myself bored reading it. I tended to skim the second section as I found myself quickly losing interst. I would give section one a 4/5 stars and section two a 2/5 stars. Overall, the book would earn 3/5 stars. In my opinion, the book in entirety is a quality book to read for school purposes but I would not read it in my free time. The book was average and I did not love it, but I did not dislike it either.
    Although section one of The Bamboo People was very enticing, the second section was poorly executed. The ideas in section two were weak and confusing. That being said, I did enjoy the dynamics and perspective that section two incorporated. Section one was coming from the perspective of the Burmese. Section two was coming from the perspective of the Karenni tribe. This gave readers the perspective of both sides, which can be a great idea as long as it is properly executed. The lesson of the story is that if you have a strong friendship, you can get through anything. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2014

    Boring

    This book is a waist of money. It is very boring. 1000000 pages of stupid nonsense

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2014

    AWESOMENESS

    I read this book and I loved it!

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    Posted March 27, 2013

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    Posted September 25, 2012

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