Belle Prater's Boy [NOOK Book]

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Around 5:00 a.m. on a warm Sunday morning on October 1953, my Aunt Belle left her bed and vanished from the face of the earth.

Everyone in Coal Station, Virginia, has a theory about what happened to Belle Prater, but twelve-year-old Gypsy wants the facts, and when her cousin Woodrow, Aunt Belle's son moves next door, she has her chance. Woodrow isn't as forthcoming as Gypsy hopes, yet he becomes more than just a curiosity to her-- during ...
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Around 5:00 a.m. on a warm Sunday morning on October 1953, my Aunt Belle left her bed and vanished from the face of the earth.

Everyone in Coal Station, Virginia, has a theory about what happened to Belle Prater, but twelve-year-old Gypsy wants the facts, and when her cousin Woodrow, Aunt Belle's son moves next door, she has her chance. Woodrow isn't as forthcoming as Gypsy hopes, yet he becomes more than just a curiosity to her-- during their sixth-grade year she finds that they have enough in common to be best friends. Even so, Gypsy is puzzled by Woodrow's calm acceptance of his mother's disappearance, especially since she herself has never gotten over her father's death. When Woodrow finally reveals that he's been keeping a secret about his mother, Gypsy begins to understand that there are different ways of finding the strength to face the truth, no matter how painful it is. Belle Prater's Boy is a 1996 Boston Globe - Horn Book Awards Honor Book for Fiction and a 1997 Newbery Honor Book.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
PW gave a starred review to this Newbery Honor book about the friendship between a sorrowing 12-year-old girl and an unusual boy in 1950s Western Virginia: "so fresh that readers can practically smell the lilacs and the blossoming fruit trees." Ages 10-up. (Feb.)
Children's Literature - Susie Wilde
Ruth White writes of life in the "hollers" of the Appalachians and her novels deliver powerful characters, intriguing plots, and great writing. Belle Prater's Boy begins "Around 5:00 a.m. on a warm Sunday morning in October 1953, my Aunt Belle left her bed and vanished from the face of the earth." The mystery pervades the pages of the book that tell of the relationship of Belle's son, Woodrow and his cousin, the main character, Gypsy. Woodrow has grown up poor and unappealing in physical appearance. His cousin, Gypsy, is noted for her beauty, but wishes she'd be seen for who she really is, not what she looks like. The two are united largely because of their intelligence, wit, and good humor, but also on a deeper level, because both keep unspoken secrets. Gypsy has hidden from herself the horrors of her father's suicide and Woodrow keeps to himself his thoughts about his mother's disappearance. The book creates an air of mystery as Gypsy and Woodrow untangle of the difference between appearance and the genuine. They struggle to find those genuine places within themselves in the context of seeing how their parents have been controlled by facade, rather than truths.
Children's Literature - Rebecca Joseph
In this beautifully written novel, Gypsy tells the story of her sixth grade year when her cousin Woodrow comes to live next door. Woodrow's mother Belle had mysteriously disappeared earlier that year and everyone in this small Virgina town has a theory about what happened to her. Gypsy befriends her cousin and attempts to solve the mystery. The closer she gets to the truth, the more memories of her own father's tragic death surface, forcing her to face the facts about his demise. By coming to terms with her own situation, Gypsy realizes that Woodrow and his mother Belle have developed their own ways of dealing with painful memories; a painful yet liberating realization.
The ALAN Review - Joyce A. Litton
Ruth White has a strong sense of place in her depiction of Appalachian Coal Station, Virginia, in 1954. Her main theme, the loss of a parent, is a somber one, but she leavens it with humor. Twelve-year-old Woodrow Prater tells fanciful stories about his mother's disappearance a year earlier to silence the curious and to comfort himself. His sixth-grade cousin, Gypsy Leemaster, must come to grips with the reality that she has repressed her father's suicide (when she was five years old) and her discovery of the body. To show her anger at her father, she chops off her waist-length hair which had been his pride. Once Gypsy accepts her loss, Woodrow is able to tell her the truth about his mother. This novel should help young adults who are grieving over a parent.
School Library Journal
Gr 5-8-This Newbery Honor winner tells a story by 12-year-old Gypsy. Everyone in Coal Station, Virginia, has a theory about what happened to Belle Prater, but Gypsy wants the facts. When her cousin Woodrow, Aunt Belle's son, moves next door, she has her chance.
School Library Journal
Gr 6-9-Belle Prater becomes the stuff of local legend in Coal Station, Virginia, when she disappears, leaving everyone mystified. Because his father drinks, Belle's boy, cross-eyed Woodrow, comes to live with his grandparents on the finest residential street in town; and 12-year-old Gypsy, his cousin who lives next door and narrates the story, is glad to get to know him. Like everyone else, she is curious about his mother; but Woodrow will only tell her a fantastic story about a magical place. Nevertheless, the girl comes to admire her cousin for the way he uses his superior intelligence and pleasant personality to adapt to a more affluent life, fend off rude questions about his mother, and handle the local bully. Gypsy seems to lead an idyllic life, but when a schoolmate puts a face on her recurring nightmare, she collapses in the rush of long-repressed sorrow. White paints a vivid picture of small town Appalachia in the 1950s, from the ostracism of a blind "sin eater" to the preening of social "wannabes." Characterization is superb. Gypsy's evolving understanding of her late father's values and her stepfather's virtues is especially well done. White's message-that there is no protection for any of us from pain, only a variety of ways to handle it-is delivered with just right dollops of humor and love. What's important, as Gypsy's grandmother puts it, is to let our true selves shine. A delightful read by a real truth teller.-Cindy Darling Codell, Clark Middle School, Winchester, KY
Stephanie Zvirin
When her poor, cross-eyed, hill country cousin, Woodrow, comes to live next door, Gypsy thinks she'll get on the inside track of a family mystery, the disappearance of Woodrow's mother. Gypsy soon learns, however, that Woodrow isn't talking, so she begins concentrating, instead, on his thoughtful nature, puckish charm, and talent for telling grand stories. It's only during odd moments that Gypsy catches a glimpse of Woodrow's real sadness, but to push him to talk about his mother before he's ready might mean Gypsy would have to face up to a painful secret of her own. Several themes neatly dovetail in this unpretentious, moving story set in Appalachia in the 1950s. Humor and insight infuse a solid picture of small-town life as two strongly depicted young characters uncover an important truth some grown-ups never learn.
From the Publisher
“Gypsy, the 12-year-old narrator, is all excited when her cousin Woodrow moves in with their grandparents next door—Woodrow’s mother . . . has disappeared without a trace, and Gypsy hopes that Woodrow will divulge some new clues. Instead, she gets a best friend. . . . White creates vivacious, memorable characters.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review

“An admirable, stirring book.” —The New York Times Book Review

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429934244
  • Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
  • Publication date: 3/26/1996
  • Series: Belle Prater , #1
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 208
  • Sales rank: 123,258
  • Age range: 10 - 14 Years
  • File size: 174 KB

Meet the Author


Ruth White is the author of Sweet Creek Holler, an ALA Notable Book, and Weeping Willow, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults. She lives in Virginia Beach, Virginia.

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Belle Prater's Boy

One
Around 5:00 a.m. on a warm Sunday morning in October 1953, my Aunt Belle left her bed and vanished from the face of the earth.
“When I heard her get up, I figgered she was going outside to the toilet,” her husband, my Uncle Everett, told the sheriff. “So I dozed off back to sleep. When I came awake again, I’d say maybe a half hour had passed, and she wadn’t back, so I says to myself, ‘Reckon I better go check on Belle, see if she’s okay.’ So I did.”
Uncle Everett, a coal miner, and Aunt Belle, along with their boy, Woodrow, lived way far in the head of a long, isolated holler called Crooked Ridge, near the town of Coal Station, Virginia, where the Appalachians are steep and rugged. In those days the roads were narrow and rocky, barely passable in bad weather. They had an old Ford, and that morning it was parked on the slope with the key in the ignition like always. Their nearest neighbors, the Sloans, who lived almost a mile down the road, told the sheriff they hadn’t seen or heard a thing out of the ordinary.
According to Uncle Everett, Aunt Belle was barefooted and wearing only a thin nightgown. Her two pairs of shoes and all her clothes were still in their rightful places. There was no evidence of foul play and no indication that she went traipsing off to somewheres else. Besides, there was no place to traipse unless she went over those wild hills in her night clothes, barefooted. And in that case, somebody surely would’ve noticed her on the other side. There were no fresh footprints anywhere, not even in that marshy place by the gate, no unusual sound heard by Uncle Everett, or Woodrow, who was sleeping in the loft.
Never before had anything like this happened in our county, and once the word got out, folks were fairly jolted out of their ruts.
“Why, whoever heard tell of a body vanishing into thin air?” they said.
“If the truth be known,” some said, “there’s a corpse to be found in them woods somewheres.”
Others said, “There musta been somebody waiting down the road a piece in a car, and she rode off with him.”
“But folks would’ve seen or heard a car up the holler that morning, wouldn’t they?”
“Seems like they would.”
And the speculation went on.
My mama, Love Ball Dotson, speech and drama teacher at Coal Station High School and sister to the missing person, was plenty upset. In a Mountain Echo interview she said it wasn’t bad enough having your sister disappear like that without a trace, oh no, people had to go running their mouths and making an already tragic situation worse. It was just too much, she said, too much. Granny and Grandpa Ball, Mama’s and Aunt Belle’s parents, wanted to take Woodrow to live with them, but Uncle Everett wouldn’t hear of it.
The days and weeks passed with nothing new coming to light. When the weeks turned into months, the hill folks settled back into their humdrum lives and Belle Prater became a kind of folk heroine, like Rose Conley in the song “Down in the Willow Gardens.” In fact, somebody did write a song about Aunt Belle, and it was sung in Coal Station’s main honky-tonk—the Busy Bee—accompanied by a bluegrass band, but Mama double-dared anybody ever to sing it in her presence. There were insinuations in it, she said.
When Aunt Belle had been gone for six months, it was brought to our attention that Uncle Everett was wetting his whistle to the point of saturation every chance he got.
“Not a healthy environment for a young boy,” my Granny Ball declared.
So she insisted on taking Woodrow into her home, and this time there was no objection from Uncle Everett.
Coal Station—“in the heart of the coalfields,” as the local radio station, WCSV, proudly proclaimed—was a dingy mountain town built at the convergence of Black River and Slag Creek. It was no more than a wide place in the road between the hills. On the town’s outskirts were the work yards, where railroad cars loaded up coal from all over the county and carried it to points east and north. That’s how Coal Station got its name.
Coal Station had only two streets, and they followed the lay of the land. There was Main Street, where all the businesses were located, running parallel to Black River. And there was Residence Street, the only place around for miles where you could build a house without going up in a holler or hanging it off the side of a hill. It ran parallel to Slag Creek.
Residence Street was, in fact, the brightest spot in all the county, and among the other nice houses there was the one in which I, Gypsy Arbutus Leemaster, lived with my mother and stepfather, Porter Dotson, editor of the Mountain Echo. Our house was a modern, one-story brick ranch, with white shutters, a front porch, and the only picture window in town. We had a telephone, two radios, a phonograph, a refrigerator, a stand-up freezer, and an electric stove. Next door to us Granny and Grandpa Ball had the same conveniences in one of those big old, white, greens-huttered, two-story houses with a wraparound porch on both floors. They also had a television set where you could sometimes see one real fuzzy channel from Charleston, West Virginia, if the weather was perfect. It was the mountains, according to Grandpa, interfering with reception. Surrounding our two houses was a wide expanse of cool green grass and about fifty apple trees which we called the orchard. What a wonder and a joy to behold in the spring when they all bloomed! There were also azaleas, pink and fuchsia. Not to mention the lilac bushes down by the creek, and the wild dogwood. People walking by our houses would sometimes stop there on the road and look and look, like they couldn’t believe their dadbumed eyes.
And that was the general appearance of my world that spring when Woodrow came to us—everything fresh and bright, pink and white. Mama reminded me how privileged I was, how fortunate, and I didn’t doubt her word one bit, except when a certain nightmare came to haunt me. Then I couldn’t help feeling more plagued than privileged. It had something to do with a dead animal, and I would wake up sobbing or screaming.
Even though Aunt Belle was Mama’s sister, I had seen very little of her and Woodrow in my whole life. I had the idea from somewhere that there had been some kind of rift between the two sisters years ago, but when I asked Mama about it, she said, “Of course not! We were close. We loved each other.”
Still, I wondered.
Woodrow had lived way up in the head of that holler with his mother and father without any plumbing or even a refrigerator, and he and I had always gone to different schools. We were the same age, as I had turned twelve in November and he had turned twelve sometime in January that year, and we were the same size—four feet ten inches tall and ninety-two pounds—but we had practically nothing else in common that I knew of then. Woodrow was gawky and backward and wore hillbilly clothes that were hand-me-downs from his daddy and his daddy’s brother, Russell. Once, when we were about ten, I saw Woodrow, and his pants were too long and too big in the waist, so he had a rope tied around his middle to keep them up. He sure looked funny that day, and I think he felt self-conscious, too, because it was my birthday and I had on a frilly blue dress and black patent-leather slippers. Another time when I saw him at Christmas, he had on an oversized cap where you could pull the flaps down over your ears. He was proud of that ugly old thing.
And I’ll tell you something else about Woodrow—though I really don’t want to—he was cross-eyed. Sometimes you couldn’t tell if he was looking at you or not, and he had to wear real thick glasses.
I couldn’t wait to visit Woodrow that spring night when he moved in next door. I wanted to know if he had any secret knowledge or theories about what had happened to his mother.
It was a Friday, and I was in my blue jeans, parked on a stool in front of my dresser while Mama plaited my blond hair in two long pigtails, the way I liked to wear it when I had a chance to play. It was the only way I could tolerate having hair longer than Rapunzel’s.
“Now, don’t you go over there and aggravate him about Aunt Belle, you hear me?” Mama said to me.
“Gee whiz! I’m not a moron,” I protested.
“Well, I should hope not,” she said. “He’s been through a lot, and he deserves some consideration. So don’t go pestering him to death.”
“Pester him? You make me sound like a cockroach!”
Mama giggled.
“Go on, then, and cheer him up. Tell him the eye-ball joke. It’s so funny, and you tell it so well.”
I swelled up a bit. It was a known fact that I could tell good jokes. Mama pecked me on the cheek and we smiled at each other in the mirror. My mama was very beautiful. Everybody said so. And she smelled good all the time—like Christmas candy. And her hair put you in mind of one of those Halo shampoo ads.
I slid off the stool and headed out the door.
“Tell him hey for me, and welcome,” Mama called after me.
It was a mystic twilight I found myself in that first of the many times to follow when I raced across our yards to go visit Woodrow. The apple trees sprinkled tiny petals on me. The breeze whipped them and their sweet aroma around me so that I was heady with a strange excitement as I entered the door, yelled hello to Granny and Grandpa, and galloped up the stairs to Woodrow’s room at the front of the house.
His shaggy blond hair was hanging down in his eyes, and he kept tossing it to the side. He was putting his few pitiful belongings into a dresser drawer. And in the middle of the bed was Grandpa’s German shepherd, who had no name but Dawg. She was sweet and everybody loved her, but if Granny saw Dawg sprawled there in the middle of the bed, she would pitch one big fit. Woodrow had some things to learn.
“Hiya, neighbor,” I said, and tossed a cherry jawbreaker to Woodrow.
He caught it, then looked at that piece of candy like it was pure gold.
“Joe Palooka!” he said.
We both unwrapped our jawbreakers and popped them into our mouths. I parked on the bed and started to pet Dawg. She licked my hand, and I scratched behind her ears. Then she rolled over and stuck all her paws up in the air like she was saying, “Scratch my belly, why don’tcha?” So I scratched her belly, and one of her back legs began to jerk. The harder I scratched, the faster her leg went.
“Wanna hear a joke, Woodrow?” I said.
“Sure.”
He sat down on the bed beside me and Dawg.
“There was this man, see,” I said. “Went into a beer joint and said to the barkeeper, ‘I bet you a free beer I can bite my own left eyeball.’
“The barkeeper just laughed and said, ‘Nobody can bite his own eyeball. It’s a bet.’
“So the man took out his left eyeball and bit it and popped it right back into place. It was a glass eye, see?
“Well, everybody in the joint like to died laughing, and the man drank his free beer.
“Then the same man said to the barkeeper, ‘I bet you another beer I can bite my right eyeball.’
“‘What!’ the barkeeper said. ‘Impossible! You can’t have two glass eyes! It’s a bet!’
“So the man promptly took out his false teeth and bit his right eyeball with them.”
That joke worked every time. I thought Woodrow would split.
While he was finishing up his belly laugh, I was trying to figure out how I was going to bring up the subject of his mother without playing the part of the cockroach. Pestering was something I didn’t like to do when it could be avoided, but I told myself maybe it really couldn’t be avoided. So I shrugged away all of Mama’s admonitions and blurted it out.
“Now, Woodrow, about your mama. You must have some idea, some theory, about what happened to her, don’tcha?”
“Well …”
He wiped his nose on his shirtsleeve and didn’t say anything more. I tried again.
“Grown-ups can be stupid sometimes, can’t they? They overlook the most important things.”
Woodrow nodded silently in agreement, but still said nothing.
“I mean, Woodrow, didn’t you know something or notice something that nobody else noticed? Ain’t there something you never told anybody, figgering they’d laugh at you ‘cause you’re a kid, you know?”
“Yeah,” Woodrow said suddenly. “There was something.”
He turned his crossed blue eyes on me and I nearly swallowed my jawbreaker, because I didn’t expect him to deliver so soon.
“What?” I said.
“I tried to talk to Daddy about it, but he wouldn’t listen,” Woodrow said.
Then he went to his chest of drawers and pulled out a book.
“I don’t want anybody to know about this, Gypsy,” he whispered.
“What is it?” I whispered back.
“I’ll tell you if you promise to be my best friend,” he said.
“I would be honored, Woodrow!” I said, genuinely pleased.
He grinned all over, showing great white teeth and a tongue stained with the cherry candy. Carefully he placed the book in my hands.
One Thousand Beautiful Poems were the words staring up at me.
“This book was a gift to Mama from Grandpa Ball when she graduated from high school,” Woodrow said. “She loved it. For the last few days before she disappeared, there’s a poem she read over and over. She memorized it. She clutched the book close like this …”
Woodrow reclaimed the book and demonstrated by holding it close to his heart.
“And she took on the most wonderful expression around her eyes, and she looked out at the hills—no, beyond the hills—beyond the earth even—and she said this poem. It’s on page 88.”
He handed the book to me and quickly I flipped to page 88. It read:

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

 
—Jalal al-Din Rumi, thirteenth century

“What does it mean, Woodrow?” I whispered.
“Don’t you see?” he said.
Then he leaned in close and ran his fingers under the words as he read.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you,” he read. “She knew! I know she knew something was going to happen at dawn.”
“But what?” I said.
“Then it goes on to say, Don’t go back to sleep. So she didn’t. She got up and went outside.”
“And what happened, Woodrow? What then?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I just don’t know.”
“That’s all?” I said, disappointed.
“Yeah,” he said sadly. “That’s all I know. She got up at dawn and went outside because she expected something to happen, and nobody ever saw her again.”
He closed the book and clutched it to his heart.
“But it’s all here,” he whispered mysteriously. “The secret is hiding in the lines of this poem.”
Copyright © 1996 Ruth White

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 25, 2012

    Very good book

    VERY AMAZING BOOK IM SO EXCITED THAT MY TEACHER PICK OUT THIS BOOK SO MY WHOLE CLASS CAN READ IT

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2011

    A heart warming thriller that will have youbguessing throufgh the entire book....... A loving read.....

    This bok will touch your heart as you rea and discover the people and their secrets of coal station..... this book is out the disappearance of belle prater and the adventures gypsy and woodrow...... how they trto find belle abd their adventures while searching...... you will be very sorry if you dont read this book..... unless you are cold hearted

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2004

    Gripping and very emotional

    This was one of the books I read back in fourth grade, and the first book that actually made me cry. The book is well understood, yet has a very deep meaning. I would reccomend it to any children, or even teens.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 8, 2001

    **OUTSTANDING**

    I love this book!! I read it in 5th grade for a report and in the 6th grade I started reading it because I had to read something in class during exams and thats all I had to read. I didn't think I was going to read the WHOLE thing over but I did. I've read it twice now. It's a really good book! One of my favorites and I dont read much.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2011

    Love this book

    In my lit class wich means reading class I readed this book it was so good I love ruth whites books.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2004

    fabulous

    what a fantastic book that was. very realistic, mysterious and charming. i would definitly recommend this book to anybody. to be honest, the only part that i'm confused about is, what ever did happened to woodrow's mother?

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2003

    You got to read Belle Prater

    I really enjoyed reading this book and you will too! What did ever happen to Belle

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 7, 2002

    Long-haired Gypsys and Cross-eyed Woodrows

    Belle Prater's Boy is about Belle Prater's boy,Woodrow. Woodrow goes to live with his granparents when Belle dissapears. Next door lives his cousin Gypsy,her stepfather Porter,and her mother Love,Belle's sister. They tell each other the thing they want more than anything.They go on adventures and tell stories and tell jokes. To find out more about this story, read this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2002

    Fabulous even for an 8th grader

    I loved this book.My mom got it for me last year for easter,and I was a bit hesistant at first but then after I read it it was totally different then I expected!A very good,no great book!!!!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 8, 2001

    A Book About Life- A Must Read.

    This book was filled with heartwarming scenes. Laughter and tears filled this book up. This is my number one pick for emotional readers. GO GET THIS BOOK!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 25, 2001

    Fabulous!!!!!!!!

    I thought this book was the best I have ever read! Some parts I want to read over and over. And you want to see what happened to Belle Prater. It has suspense, excitement, and it is enjoying, all in one book. Anyone that doesn't read this is really missing out.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 28, 2000

    I don't read much, and this changed that.

    This is seriously a great book, I will always remember the ONE book I was forced to read, but actually ended up loving.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2000

    A MUST READ

    The book is great, for kids and adults alike! Has an awesome setting and plot. The characters are nicely displayed. It's a must-read!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2000

    interesting and fantastic!

    I really loved this story because it has a lot of suspense. These are my favorite type of books to read, I love how I enjoyed every single page of this book and Belle Prater's boy won't let you skip any of its pages. Read it and you'll agree with me!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2000

    So Great, So Wonderful!

    This book is great! Makes you think, ' Where's Belle Prater? What is that place behind Woodrow's house? Whatever happened to Amos?' It is so funny, and so anticipating!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2000

    Belle Prater is missing!

    There were a lot of things that I liked about this story. The two main things I liked story are It is a mystery and I also liked it when Woodrow told stories. The main characters were Gypsy and Woodrow. They lived by the Appalachian Mountians. They lived in Coal Station, Virginia. It was during the 1950's. the most interesting thing was when Belle Prater dissappers and Woodrow lives with his grandperents. there is more information in the book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2014

    No way

    The plot is weak because the characters only talk about belle and don't do anything and the book is boring because of it plus the context is difficult for young children to read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 19, 2014

    Awse Awsome sequel

    If you read this book and you ennjoyed it. She wrote a sequel and it is called: The Search for Belle Prater.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2013

    Ending

    There is a sequel to this book. It looks pretty good

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2012

    Great book

    Four stars cauae it leaves you hanging

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