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by Edward Bloor

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Roberta Ritter hopes to be a journalist one day, but for now she's stuck working at her family's arcade in a dilapidated shopping mall. From her vantage point behind the counter, she sees all the goings-on at the mall--and some things she sees are disturbing. Racism, dirty politics, and drugs are all part of the scene. Roberta doesn't like it, but she's just a fifteen…  See more details below


Roberta Ritter hopes to be a journalist one day, but for now she's stuck working at her family's arcade in a dilapidated shopping mall. From her vantage point behind the counter, she sees all the goings-on at the mall--and some things she sees are disturbing. Racism, dirty politics, and drugs are all part of the scene. Roberta doesn't like it, but she's just a fifteen-year-old--so what can she do?
    Roberta is surprised to find out just how much power she does have. To hone her journalistic skills, she begins to investigate hate crimes at the mall. In the process, she uncovers some shocking information concerning her own mother's death. And as she learns to stand up for herself and the truth, Roberta becomes the kind of person who makes things happen--a crusader.

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In his bright debut, Tangerine, author Edward Bloor introduced us to a legally blind kid who, frankly, sees reality a heck of a lot better than anyone around him. Paul Fisher, that soccer-playing wonder with bottle-thick glasses and a heart of gold, leapt into adolescent literature and surprised thousands of us. I, for one, hadn't read such a thirst-quenching story in ages. Paul Fisher became my personal hero. I built a shrine for Tangerine on my bookshelf (yes! no lie!), so dazzled was I by Bloor's thought-provoking tale.

When Crusader fell out of its mailing envelope, I screamed in delight. (I'm not a dork -- bottled up anticipation and longing will do that to anyone.) So in love was I with Edward Bloor's prose that the arrival of Crusader made me weak in the knees -- as if, perhaps, my summertime boyfriend had finally arrived at the resort that our families enjoyed year after year. How had he changed? Would he still love me? What fun would we have together this time around?

So, ummm...maybe you'll understand why I feel hesitant in making broad declarations about what Crusader is or how it reads or if it's as well as Bloor's debut. I'm in shock, I guess. Bloor, my favorite dreamy writer, grew up some since I saw him last, and I'm still figuring out how I feel about his new novel.

While Tangerine explored the idea that a blind kid might actually see more than his sighted friends and family, Crusader tackles the blind spot in the rearview mirror. Fifteen-year-old Roberta is a seasoned journalist, despite her youth. Passively, meticulously, and intelligently recording events at school and at the failing mall where her family owns an arcade, Roberta sees all but feels nothing.

We also learn -- on the very first page -- that she avoids the mirror. "I don't usually look in mirrors because I don't need to. I don't style my hair; I don't use makeup. Most days I couldn't tell you what color clothes I have on. Kristen says that's because I don't have a mother to teach me about such things. Kristin is usually right."

What happened to her mother? Roberta tells everyone that her mother died of a heart attack. We believe her at first because Roberta seems to have everything under control. Soon, though, "truth" unravels into family chaos.

In Crusader, author Bloor and protagonist Roberta sift through layers of reality. They unearth environmental massacres from long ago that matter now; they penetrate political webs and bravely dig out family truths buried long ago. Roberta even learns to look in the mirror. Her journey dazzles.

—Cathy Young

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Friday, the 18th
 I don’t usually look in mirrors because I don’t need to. I don’t style my hair; I don’t use makeup. Most days I couldn’t tell you what color clothes I have on. Kristin says that’s because I don’t have a mother to teach me about such things. Kristin is usually right.
 I stood in the bathroom staring at my face, studying it, trying to decide if it looked older, when I heard Hawg’s booming voice. It was coming from the mall parking lot.
 I opened the back door to watch Hawg and Ironman for a moment. What a pair they were. Hawg’s burly frame was packed into his red Arkansas T-shirt, the one with the charging pig on it. Ironman was wearing his usual black T-shirt. Either it was two sizes too large or he was two sizes too small. The shirt had a death’s-head, a snake, and the word IRONMAN on it.
 Hawg was yelling about his one obsession, football. “Whompin’ on ’em, man! We was whompin’ on ’em. Upside their heads and down. No lie. They’d like to have quit at halftime, we whomped ’em up so good.”
 I don’t know how much of this football talk Ironman understands. He usually just stands there grinning.
 I quietly joined them. Hawg and Ironman seemed hard at work with cans of spray paint, red Glidden spray paint. They had our portable TV stand lying on the ground between them, like a patient on a table. Hawg was leaning backward and squirting at the stand awkwardly, like you’d squirt poison at a big bug. I finally said, “What are you guys doing?”
 They both turned in surprise, then exhaled in relief that I wasn’t Uncle Frank. Hawg answered, “Your uncle told us to paint the Sony stand. He wants her to be red now.”
 “Really? Why?”
 “Damn if I know.” Hawg picked up the stand and flopped it over. Then he held up his hands to show Ironman. They were now streaked bloodred from the paint. I went back inside as Hawg resumed his story, “Second half started, brother, and we dogged ’em good. Whomp! Whomp!”
 I had no sooner gotten back to the bathroom mirror than I heard the shrill ringing of the bell. I opened the door again and saw the UPS guy standing there in his brown shirt, shorts, and socks. I see this guy at least once a week, but I honestly don’t know if he remembers me from one visit to the next. If he does, he doesn’t let on. He looked down at his clipboard and told me, “Two packages. Nine hundred ninety-nine dollars COD.”
 I said, “I’m sorry. What does that mean?”
 He looked up. “It means you have to give me a check for that amount, or you don’t get your boxes.”
 “Really? Is this from Arcane?”
 He checked his paperwork and confirmed, “Arcane—The Virtual Reality Arcade—Antioch, Illinois. Two packages. COD. Cash on delivery.”
 I stood there dumbly. I finally said, “We’ve never had to do that before.”
 “You would have to take that up with the sender. I either deliver it or I don’t deliver it.”
 Just then the door to the arcade opened and Uncle Frank came in. Uncle Frank used to be an army officer. He still has the crew cut and the military bearing. The UPS guy practically snapped to attention. He even said, “How are you today, sir?”
 I said, “He wants a check for nine hundred ninety-nine dollars.”
 Uncle Frank sputtered, “What?”
 The UPS guy repeated his COD story, but this time he told it like he was on our side.
 Uncle Frank told him coldly, “They’ve been sending packages to me for three years now. Never COD. This is a mistake.”
 The UPS guy suggested, “Why don’t you call this Arcane company in Illinois?”
 Uncle Frank stared hard at the UPS guy, who got very uncomfortable. Suddenly we all swiveled at the sound of the register buzzer. My cousin Karl had pressed it from up front. Uncle Frank looked at me. “See what he wants, will you?”
 I walked out onto the floor of our family arcade and stood for a moment surveying the hardware. We have twelve different Arcane “experiences” set up in our arcade. The less bloody experiences are placed up front; the more violent and weird ones are in back. Each experience costs $4.95 for two minutes of “nonstop virtual reality excitement.”
 I spotted a Japanese family. They were wandering my way, right toward Mekong Massacre. This was why Karl had hit the buzzer. We don’t let any Asian customers have the Mekong Massacre experience. We don’t let Asians have the Halls of Montezuma experience or the Genghis Khan Rides! experience, either. Uncle Frank calls this our Asian Policy. Some Asians take these games so seriously that they get emotionally upset. Then they want their money back. We’re instructed to tell all Asians that those three games are “experiencing technical difficulties.”
 I don’t personally believe in the Asian Policy. I don’t see any harm in letting a Japanese customer pretend to kill a Viet Cong guerrilla, or a Korean customer pretend to slice up an invading Chinese Mongol. Then again, I can distinguish between Japanese and Vietnamese, and Korean and Chinese, and so on. Uncle Frank can’t. That’s why we have an Asian Policy.
 The family wandered all the way around the arcade in a circle, then left, so I returned to the UPS guy COD scene. Hawg and Ironman were back inside now, listening to Uncle Frank angrily growl, “Forget it,” and slam down the phone.
 I asked him, “It wasn’t a mistake?”
 Uncle Frank answered, “Apparently not,” and wrote out a check.
 The UPS guy tore off a receipt. It looked like he was about to say something else, but Uncle Frank shooed him out the door. Then we all turned and looked, with great interest, at the two cartons that had cost us a thousand bucks. Uncle Frank shook his head in utter disbelief. He turned to Hawg and Ironman, finally acknowledging their presence, and ordered, “Wash that paint off your hands before you touch this. It’s worth more than you are.” Then he asked me, “What did Karl want?”
 I said, “Japanese. Looking at Mekong Massacre.”
 “Did you head them off?”
 Uncle Frank thought for a moment. “Mekong Massacre’s been marginal for a long time. What kind of numbers does it have?”
 “About twenty-five customers a week.”
 “Is that all? Maybe we should get rid of it. I hate to, though.” Uncle Frank pointed at the two new boxes. “But we have to make room for this one. He’ll be right up front. And he comes with a promo display.”
 “Oh, good. What’s he called?”
 “Crusader.” I walked over to the boxes. Hawg and Ironman, now with clean hands, followed me and began to extract the pieces of the promotional display. Hawg pulled out a jewel-handled metal sword and held it up to admire. Then he unwrapped a gorgeous metal shield with a coat of arms that bore a lion, a snake, and a chalice. Even Uncle Frank was impressed by that and came over to check it out, too. He reached in and unfurled a white linen tunic with a big red cross sewn on the front. He nodded admiringly. Then he said, “Come out front, Roberta. I need to talk to you.”
 I followed Uncle Frank up to the front register. Uncle Frank and his two children—my cousins, Karl and Kristin—all work at Arcane. Karl is eighteen, tall, and scary looking. Kristin is seventeen, tall, and gorgeous looking. Uncle Frank asked Karl, “Where’s Kristin?”
 Karl answered, “I think she’s out with Nina.”
 “Oh? That’s good. That Nina’s a good girl.”
 Karl looked over at me, sneakily, and rolled his eyes. I rolled mine back. Nina is not a good girl.
 Uncle Frank went behind the counter and pulled a green bank deposit bag from the floor safe. He told me, “Roberta, you’re in charge of assembling this new display. I don’t want any mistakes.”
 “Okay, Uncle Frank.”
 “It could be the last one we get for a while.”
 I returned to the back room and pushed open the door, expecting to see a mess, but the guys seemed to be handling the assembly okay. The Crusader had no real body. He had an open wire frame shaped like an upside-down cone, so large that a person could fit inside it. And that’s where Ironman currently was. He said to Hawg, “There’s gotta be a metal bar for the shoulders.”
 “There ain’t no metal bar, Ironman. I told you that already.”
 “There’s gotta be.”
 “There ain’t. Now, don’t make me hurt you, boy.”
 I said, “It’s probably in this other box.” I opened the second box and saw the CD-ROM to run Crusader, and the legend card that explained the experience. The card said:
God’s champion against medieval evil!
He battles the bloodthirsty infidel
across the scorching sands of Asia Minor,
to reclaim the Holy Land for God.
Copyright © 1999 by Edward Bloor
Reader’s guide copyright © 2007 by Harcourt, Inc.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Crusader 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 29 reviews.
bheller234 More than 1 year ago
I read this book back in middle school and wanted to read it again for years. I had a hard time finding almost everywhere. I went on my nook and typed in the name Crusader and as soon as I saw this book cover I knew it was the right book! It is a good story about a girl that wants to be a journalist and is going to school, working at her dads arcade, and writing for the mall newspaper. The story is told from her point of view. The way she see everything, how things are changing in her life, about her mothers death. Everything is well written and explained. It is a good read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was a great story but at times it didn't...could just be me though :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have to admit this is a book i found myself zoning out while reading.  There were parts that jumped out, but overall the book was just babbling on and on. 
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TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
A Crusader is someone who supports a certain cause and a Crusader is also a knight in the 11th-13th centuries who fought to recover the Holy Land from the Muslims. Both of these definitions come into play in this long but wonderful mystery.

Roberta Ritter is a shy and lonely girl. She is plain but only because she doesn't really care how she looks. Roberta's father owns, along with his brother, a virtual reality arcade in a failing mall in Florida. The family used to have an arcade on the strip, but due to the murder of her mother they sold that franchise and opened this one.

Roberta doesn't really have a relationship with her father. He is away a lot and so Roberta and her family act as the store owners at the mall where the arcade is located. At the opening of the story, the arcade is getting a new experience in the form of a Crusader. When violence happens at the mall and an Arab is attacked, Roberta becomes a Crusader to foil whoever is doing this and also decides to find out, along the way, who murdered her mother.

This book is long, 591 pages, but excellent! The characterization of the major players was spot on. I felt like I know Roberta and she is one of my good friends. I really cared about what was going on with every character and the storyline was interesting. It wove in politics and the driving force of the media. There was dysfunction everywhere but there was also true love and caring. I recommend this book wholeheartedly!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I totally agree with a previous review--Crusader is 400+ pages of painfully plodding nothingness. There's a cool idea somewhere in here, although Bloor gets bogged down with uninteresting characters and the tedium of every single nuance of working at a mall. By page 20 I was annoyed by page 50 I was angry by the end of the book I couldn't believe that any teenager would muddle through this.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was, in one word, gripping. There are so many emotions, the characters are complex in each their own way, there is a historical element to learn from. It's just amazing. The twists in the plot are simply brilliant.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is sooo awsome. I cried. I laughed. This is just a great book to read. I would recommend this book to anyone.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Crusader is truly one of the best books I have ever picked up--and I read a LOT of books. This is one that captures you right from the start, and keeps you enticed as you read about the world of Roberta, her family and friends, and the mystery of what really happened to her mother. I have read this book twice and am now finishing my third time and it is just as good as it was the first two. Don't be intimidated by the length, it will go by very quickly. Highly recommended!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Anyone who gives this book a bad review has got to be crazy! This book is one of the best books ever! I definately think you should read this book.
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Read it right away! I loved this book!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
If you want to read a REALLY GOOD book that is very interesting, DON'T read this book!! I think that all the other people who wrote a review on this book were not telling the truth. This book had a GOOD plot but it was poorly written. I won't read this book over again. You shouldn't read it either.
Guest More than 1 year ago
okay, i know this book is really long, but as soon as you get into it, it goes really quick, i'll confess that it's the only book i've read by Edward Bloor, but i really liked it - i even read it twice
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love this book. I have read it 3 times and can't wait to read it again! Roberta boldly causes chaos on a live T.V. broadcast to reveal the truth about Ray Lyons. I love how she finds out how and why her mother was murdered, and it is suprising who the murderer was. I never would have guessed! Read this book! You will love it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is truly a book with the theme of a teenager growing and finding him/herself. Edward Bloor is a great author. If you liked his book Tangerine, you will like this book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book was okay,kind of weird and freaky in some parts...some parts were said like when she ends up not living with her father...the lice part was really gross!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put this book down! All I wanted to do was read it and read it and go further into the story. Even though this story is fictional, it seems so real. Roberta is a down-to-earth person whose braveness and strength helps her to realize the truth behind her mother's death. So, booklovers out there, what are you waiting for? Read this book and YOU won't want to put it down!
Guest More than 1 year ago
the bookislikone of thoughs books that tell you about some of the people that are out there such as Rabertas Unkel did reassised things to one of the owners in the store. I also belive that the way the auther told you about how the quarterback of the football team killed himself or got on house areast for some thing he never even did then haw he killed him self because he was inassent that like touched me in like so meany ways. I belive that every thing that happend to Raberta was like so tragic finding out that her father sent some guy to go and robbe there owne arcade then her mom got killed trying to stope the man form taking Rabertas callege founed. I also thaought that the old Women giving her all of thoughs things was like the sweetist thing I have ever reade or even hered. I also belive that the Old Woman tell Reaberta all about her giving a baskite of things to the Camp were her Mom and Dad was that was so nice, then Raberta going to where her old famely arcade was and leving a baskit full of all the thing that remided her of her mom such as the book her mom used to read to her and some of her moms old clothing . That was so touching.
Guest More than 1 year ago
My friend read this, and she read parts of it to me, and I couldn't wait until she was done to read it. I bought my own copy and finished it in two days!!! It was really interesting and keeps you turning to the last page! Roberta is a real character, and Kristin kicks butt!!!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book was very good. I am the type of person that hates to read i only read when i have to but this book i read on my own time. When i started this book i couldn't put it down after SSR i kept reading the book and usually got in trouble if you want a good book buy this
Guest More than 1 year ago
One must always decide for himself what is the truth and never back down from what they believe in. This is effectively portrayed in the novel Crusader by Edward Bloor, in which Roberta Ritter, a fifteen year old girl, works at a failing arcade in a failing mall. Roberta's father co-owns the arcade with his brother, Roberta's Uncle Frank. Roberta's father fails to acknowledge her, and she cannot keep herself from thinking about her mother's murder seven years ago. Roberta is studying to be a journalist, and she uses her skills to uncover details that have gone unnoticed to discover what really happened. At the same time, Roberta has other things to worry about, such as the hate crimes that are being committed at the mall where she works. A politician is trying to ruin the very same mall and she has to try and save the mall from bankruptcy. She must cope with the deaths of two friends - one elderly and one just a teen. Roberta must look underneath the surface to decide for herself the truth behind on one of the deaths. Bloor writes in a simple and yet easy to understand style. The book deals with many different topics including handling difficult family issues and hate crimes. At the end of it all, though, Roberta manages to show us that the only way to survive is to continue believing in what you know is true and never to give up. ''I'm standing here at the edge of your ditch, and I'm looking at you, with all your money, and all your people, and I'm saying, I will not jump in the ditch like all the others. You will have to shoot me. I will not give up! Do you understand? I will not give up - no matter what you do, I will never, ever give up!'' (pg 358). This book helps to provide a positive message. It showed that you have to find your own way. I really enjoyed reading it. Although it is nearly 400 pages, it will keep you reading until the last page! --
Guest More than 1 year ago
Crusader was a great book. I didn't want to put it down. What Rebbecca sees and hears and feels is really a good insite to how her character is. How others think of her shows many things about her personality and how she lives her complicated life.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This story was great and I was shocked in the end when I found out it was Roberta's own father who hired Stephen Cross to rob the store. The book kept me on edge about what was going to happen next. I would recommend any age to read it. The part where Hawg died was very heart wrenching.
Guest More than 1 year ago
THIS WAs SUCH AN AWESOME NOVEL! I couldn't put it down..