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Dodger is a tosher—a sewer scavenger living in the squalor of Victorian London. Everyone who is nobody knows him. Anybody who is anybody doesn't. He used to know his own future; it involved a lot of brick-lined tunnels and plenty of filth. But when Dodger rescues a young girl from a beating, meets Charles Dickens, and encounters Sweeney Todd, things start to get really messy.

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Overview

Dodger is a tosher—a sewer scavenger living in the squalor of Victorian London. Everyone who is nobody knows him. Anybody who is anybody doesn't. He used to know his own future; it involved a lot of brick-lined tunnels and plenty of filth. But when Dodger rescues a young girl from a beating, meets Charles Dickens, and encounters Sweeney Todd, things start to get really messy.

Now everyone who is anyone wants to get their hands on Dodger. . . .

A 2013 Michael L. Printz Honor Book

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
This superb novel from Pratchett is relatively subdued in its humor and contains virtually no fantasy, beyond a flavoring of early Victorian alternate history. It's not only a fine Dickensian novel—Dickens himself figures prominently. It follows a sewer-scouring "tosher" and thief named Dodger, "a skinny young man who moved with the speed of a snake," who, like a knight in soiled armor, leaps out of a drain one night to protect a young woman who is being severely beaten. Two of London's most famous figures, Charles Dickens and social reformer Henry Mayhew, appear on the scene a moment later. A complex plot gradually unravels involving the identity of the mystery girl, known only as Simplicity, and the reasons someone powerful wants her dead. Making guest appearances are such luminaries as Benjamin Disraeli, Queen Victoria, and Angela Burdett-Coutts, the richest woman in the world at the time. Full of eccentric characters and carefully detailed London scenes, the tale embodies both Dickens's love for the common man and a fierce desire for social justice. Ages 13–up. Agent: Colin Smythe. (Oct.)
Kirkus Reviews
Pratchett leaves Discworld to bring us something that is quite nearly--but not exactly--actual historical fiction. Dodger is a guttersnipe and a tosher (a glossary would not have been amiss to help readers navigate the many archaic terms, although most are defined in the text, often humorously). He knows everyone, and everyone knows him, and he's a petty criminal but also (generally) one of the good guys. One night he rescues a beautiful young woman and finds himself hobnobbing quite literally with the likes of Charlie Dickens (yes, that Dickens) and Ben Disraeli. The young woman is fleeing from an abusive husband and has been beaten until she miscarried; power and abuse are explored sensitively but deliberately throughout. And when he attempts to smarten himself up to impress the damsel in distress, he unexpectedly comes face to face with--and disarms!--Sweeney Todd. As Dodger rises, he continuously grapples with something Charlie has said: "the truth is a fog." Happily, the only fog here is that of Dodger's London, and the truth is quite clear: Historical fiction in the hands of the inimitable Sir Terry brings the sights and the smells (most certainly the smells) of Old London wonderfully to life, in no small part due to the masterful third-person narration that adopts Dodger's voice with utmost conviction. Unexpected, drily funny and full of the pathos and wonder of life: Don't miss it. (Historical fiction. 12 & up)
The Bulletin for the Center for Children's Books

“Pratchett weaves fact and fiction seamlessly....Genius.”

Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books (starred review)
“Pratchett weaves fact and fiction seamlessly....Genius.”
Cory Doctorow
“A masterwork from a treasure and hero of a writer, and it will delight you.”
Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books (starred review)
“Pratchett weaves fact and fiction seamlessly....Genius.”
Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books
"Pratchett weaves fact and fiction seamlessly....Genius."
Washington Post
PRAISE FOR THE NOVELS OF TERRY PRATCHETT:“Exuberant and irresistible.”
Chicago Tribune
“Fun and fantastic and thoughtful.”
Booklist (starred review)
“Lovingly crafted and completely enjoyable. The temptation to quote sentences, whole paragraphs, and possibly entire chapters is almost irresistible.”
Horn Book (starred review)
“It’s a glittering conjuring act, but there’s real heart here, too.”
Daily Mail (London)
“Wonderful.”
SFX (UK)
“Fresh, vibrant and full of energy, a triumph.”
Sunday Times (London)
“Masterly and entertaining.” (Children’s Book of the Week)
Booklist
"Lovingly crafted and completely enjoyable. The temptation to quote sentences, whole paragraphs, and possibly entire chapters is almost irresistible."
Horn Book
"It’s a glittering conjuring act, but there’s real heart here, too."
The Guardian
“Ebullient, funny and delightful.”
Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books (starred review)
“Pratchett weaves fact and fiction seamlessly....Genius.”
School Library Journal
Gr 8 Up—The master of humorous fantasy has taken to historical fiction like a London guttersnipe to a large helping of bangers and mash, albeit with a touch of the fantastical. Dodger is an inhabitant of the worst stews of London, who makes a meager living as a tosher, a treasure hunter in the sewers under the city. His fortune changes, literally overnight, when he rescues a damsel in distress and comes to the attention of the not-yet-famous newspaperman Charlie Dickens. Together they embark on a mission to thwart the evildoers bent on recapturing the girl. Dodger is a thoroughly likable young rogue whose exploits bring him into direct contact with some of the best-known names in Victorian England-Benjamin Disraeli, Sweeney Todd, Sir Robert Peel, and, of course, Queen Victoria herself, with whom he spends a memorable afternoon taking tea. Pratchett does a bang-up job of re-creating Old London for today's audience, complete with pathos, humor, and truly nasty descriptions of the filth, stench, and danger, all narrated in Dodger's unique voice.Jane Henriksen Baird, Anchorage Public Library, AK
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780062009494
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 9/25/2012
  • Pages: 360
  • Sales rank: 485,060
  • Age range: 13 - 17 Years
  • Lexile: 1210L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 6.40 (w) x 9.02 (h) x 1.27 (d)

Meet the Author

Terry Pratchett

Terry Pratchett is one of the world's most popular authors. His acclaimed novels are bestsellers in the United States and the United Kingdom, and have sold more than 85 million copies worldwide. In January 2009, Queen Elizabeth II appointed Pratchett a Knight Bachelor in recognition of his services to literature. Sir Terry lives in England.

Biography

Welcome to a magical world populated by the usual fantasy fare: elves and ogres, wizards and witches, dwarves and trolls. But wait—is that witch wielding a frying pan rather than a broomstick? Has that wizard just clumsily tumbled off the edge of the world? And what is with the dwarf they call Carrot, who just so happens to stand six-foot six-inches tall? Why, this is not the usual fantasy fare at all—this is Terry Pratchett's delightfully twisted Discworld!

Beloved British writer Pratchett first jump-started his career while working as a journalist for Bucks Free Press during the '60s. As luck would have it, one of his assignments was an interview with Peter Bander van Duren, a representative of a small press called Colin Smythe Limited. Pratchett took advantage of his meeting with Bander van Duren to pitch a weird story about a battle set in the pile of a frayed carpet. Bander van Duren bit, and in 1971 Pratchett's very first novel, The Carpet People, was published, setting the tone for a career characterized by wacky flights of fancy and sly humor.

Pratchett's take on fantasy fiction is quite unlike that of anyone else working in the genre. The kinds of sword-and-dragon tales popularized by fellow Brits like J.R.R. Tolkein and C. S. Lewis have traditionally been characterized by their extreme self-seriousness. However, Pratchett has retooled Middle Earth and Narnia with gleeful goofiness, using his Discworld as a means to poke fun at fantasy. As Pratchett explained to Locus Magazine, "Discworld started as an antidote to bad fantasy, because there was a big explosion of fantasy in the late '70s, an awful lot of it was highly derivative, and people weren't bringing new things to it."

In 1983, Pratchett unveiled Discworld with The Color of Magic. Since then, he has added installments to the absurdly hilarious saga at the average rate of one book per year. Influenced by moderately current affairs, he has often used the series to subtly satirize aspects of the real world; the results have inspired critics to rapturous praise. ("The most breathtaking display of comic invention since PG Wodehouse," raved The Times of London.) He occasionally ventures outside the series with standalone novels like the Johnny Maxwell Trilogy, a sci fi adventure sequence for young readers, or Good Omens, his bestselling collaboration with graphic novelist Neil Gaiman.

Sadly, in 2008 fans received the devastating news that Pratchett had been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's. He has described his own reaction as "fairly philosophical" and says he plans to continue writing so long as he is able.

Good To Know

Pratchett's bestselling young adult novel Only You Can Save Mankind was adapted for the British stage as a critically acclaimed musical in 2004.

Discworld is not just the subject of a bestselling series of novels. It has also inspired a series of computer games in which players play the role of the hapless wizard Rincewind.

A few fun outtakes from our interview with Pratchett:

"I became a journalist at 17. A few hours later I saw my first dead body, which was somewhat…colourful. That's when I learned you can go on throwing up after you run out of things to throw up."

"The only superstition I have is that I must start a new book on the same day that I finish the last one, even if it's just a few notes in a file. I dread not having work in progress.

"I grow as many of our vegetables as I can, because my granddad was a professional gardener and it's in the blood. Grew really good chilies this year.

"I'm not really good at fun-to-know, human interest stuff. We're not ‘celebrities', whose life itself is a performance. Good or bad or ugly, we are our words. They're what people meet.

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    1. Also Known As:
      Terence David John Pratchett
    2. Hometown:
      Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
    1. Date of Birth:
      April 28, 1948
    2. Place of Birth:
      Beaconsfield, Buckinghamshire, England
    1. Education:
      Four honorary degrees in literature from the universities of Portsmouth, Bristol, Bath and Warwick

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Dodger


By Terry Pratchett

HarperCollins Publishers

Copyright © 2012 Terry Pratchett
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-06-200949-4


Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

In which we meet our hero and the hero meets an orphan of the storm and comes face to face with Mister Charlie, a gentleman known as a bit of a scribbler.

The rain poured down on London so hard that it seemed that it was dancing spray, every raindrop contending with its fellows for supremacy in the air and waiting to splash down. It was a deluge. The drains and sewers were overflowing throwing up—regurgitating, as it were—the debris of muck, slime, and filth, the dead dogs, the dead rats, cats, and worse; bringing back up to the world of men all those things that they thought they had left behind them; jostling and gurgling and hurrying toward the overflowing and always hospitable River Thames; bursting its banks, bubbling and churning like some nameless soup boiling in a dreadful cauldron; the river itself gasping like a dying fish. But those in the know always said about the London rain that, try as it might, it would never, ever clean that noisome city, because all it did was show you another layer of dirt. And on this dirty night there were appropriately dirty deeds that not even the rain could wash away.

A fancy two-horse coach wallowed its way along the street, some piece of metal stuck near an axle causing it to be heralded by a scream. And indeed there was a scream, a human scream this time, as the coach door was flung open and a figure tumbled out into the gushing gutter, which tonight was doing the job of a fountain. Two other figures sprang from the coach, cursing in language that was as colorful as the night was dark and even dirtier. In the downpour, fitfully lit by the lightning, the first figure tried to escape but tripped, fell, and was leaped upon, with a cry that was hardly to be heard in all the racket, but which was almost supernaturally counterpointed by the grinding of iron, as a drain cover nearby was pushed open to reveal a struggling and skinny young man who moved with the speed of a snake.

"You let that girl alone!" he shouted.

There was a curse in the dark and one of the assailants fell backward with his legs kicked from under him. The youth was no heavyweight but somehow he was everywhere, throwing blows - blows that were augmented by a pair of brass knuckles, always a helpmeet for the outnumbered. Outnumbered one to two as it were, the assailants took to their heels while the youth followed, raining blows. But it was London and it was raining and it was dark, and they were dodging into alleys and side streets, frantically trying to catch up with their coach, so that he lost them, and the apparition from the depths of the sewers turned around and headed back to the stricken girl at greyhound speed.

He kneeled down, and to his surprise she grabbed him by the collar and whispered in what he considered to be foreigner English, "They want to take me back - please help me...." The lad sprang to his feet, his eyes all suspicion. On this stormy night of stormy nights, it was opportune then that two men who themselves knew something about the dirt of London were walking, or rather, wading, along this street, hurrying home with hats pulled down - which was a nice try but simply didn't work, because in this torrent it seemed that the bouncing water was coming as much from below as it was from above. Lightning struck again, and one of them said, "Is that someone lying in the gutter there?" The lightning presumably heard, because it sliced down again and revealed a shape, a mound, a person as far as these men could see.

"Good heavens, Charlie, it's a girl! Soaked to the skin and thrown into the gutter, I imagine," said one of them. "Come on...."

"Hey you, what are you a-doing, mister?!"

By the light of a pub window that could barely show you the darkness, the aforesaid Charlie and his friend saw the face of a boy who looked like a young lad no more than seventeen years old but who seemed to have the voice of a man. A man, moreover, who was prepared to take on both of them, to the death. Anger steamed off him in the rain and he wielded a long piece of metal. He carried on, "I know your sort, oh yes I do! Coming down here chasing the skirt, making a mockery of decent girls, blimey! Desperate, weren't you, to be out on a night such as this!"

The man who wasn't called Charlie straightened up. "Now see here, you. I object most strongly to your wretched allegation. We are respectable gentlemen who, I might add, work quite hard to better the fortunes of such poor wretched girls and, indeed, by the look of it, those such as yourself!"

The scream of rage from the boy was sufficiently loud that the doors of the nearby pub swung open, causing smoky orange light to illuminate the ever present rain. "So that's what you call it, is it, you smarmy old gits!"

The boy swung his homemade weapon, but the man called Charlie caught it and dropped it behind him, then grabbed the boy and held him by the scruff of his neck. "Mister Mayhew and myself are decent citizens, young man, and as such we surely feel it is our duty to take this young lady somewhere away from harm." Over his shoulder he said, "Your place is closest, Henry. Do you think your wife would object to receiving a needy soul for one night? I wouldn't like to see a dog out on a night such as this."

Henry, now clutching the young woman, nodded. "Do you mean two dogs, by any chance?"

The struggling boy took immediate offense at this, and with a snakelike movement was out of the grip of Charlie and once again spoiling for a fight. "I ain't no dog, you nobby sticks, nor ain't she! We have our pride, you know. I make my own way, I does, all kosher, straight up!"

The man called Charlie lifted the boy up by the scruff of his neck so that they were face-to-face. "My, I admire your attitude, young man, but not your common sense!" he said quietly. "And mark you, this young lady is in a bad way.

Surely you can see that. My friend's house is not too far away from here, and since you have set yourself up as her champion and protector, why then, I invite you to follow us there and witness that she will have the very best of treatment that we can afford, do you hear me? What is your name, mister? And before you tell it to me, I invite you to believe that you are not the only person who cares about a young lady in dire trouble on this dreadful night. So, my boy, what is your name?"

The boy must have picked up a tone in Charlie's voice, because he said, "I'm Dodger - that's what they call me, on account I'm never there, if you see what I mean? Everybody in all the boroughs knows Dodger."

"Well, then," said Charlie. "Now we have met you and joined that august company, we must see if we can come to an understanding during this little odyssey, man to man." He straightened up and went on, "Let us move, Henry, to your house and as soon as possible, because I fear this unfortunate girl needs all the help we can give her. And you, my lad, do you know this young lady?"

He let go of the boy, who took a few steps backward. "No, guv'nor, never seen her before in my life, God's truth, and I know everybody on the street. Just another runaway, happens all the time, so it does; it don't bear thinking about."

"Am I to believe, Mister Dodger, that you, not knowing this unfortunate woman, nevertheless sprang to her defense like a true Galahad?"

Dodger suddenly looked very wary. "I might be, I might not. What's it to you, anyway? And who the hell is this Galahad cove?"

Charlie and Henry made a cradle with their arms to carry the woman. As they set off, Charlie said over his shoulder, "You have no idea what I just said, do you, Mister Dodger? But Galahad was a famous hero.... Never mind—you just follow us, like the knight in soaking armor that you are, and you will see fair play for this damsel, get a good meal, and, let me see ..." Coins jingled in the darkness. "Yes, two shillings, and if you do come, you will perhaps improve your chances of Heaven, which, if I am any judge, is not a place that often concerns you. Understand? Do we have an accord?

Very well."

Twenty minutes later Dodger was sitting close to the fire in the kitchen of a house, not a grand house as such, but nevertheless much grander than most buildings he went into legally; there were much grander buildings that he had been into illegally, but he never spent very much time in them, often leaving with a considerable amount of haste. Honestly, the number of dogs people had these days was a damn scandal, so it was, and they would set them on a body without warning, so he had always been speedy. But here, oh yes, here there was meat and potatoes, carrots too, but not, alas, any beer. In the kitchen he had been given a glass of warm milk that was nearly fresh. Mrs. Quickly the cook was watching him like a hawk and had already locked away the cutlery, but apart from that it seemed to be a pretty decent crib, although there had been a certain amount of what you might call words from the missus of Mister Henry to her husband on the subject of bringing home waifs and strays at this time of night. It seemed to Dodger, who paid a great deal of forensic attention to all he could see and hear, that this was by no means the first time that she had cause for complaint; she sounded like someone trying hard to conceal that they were really fed up and trying to put a brave face on it. But nevertheless, Dodger had certainly had his meal (and that was the important thing), the wife and a maid had bustled off with the girl, and now ... someone was coming down the stairs to the kitchen.

It was Charlie, and Charlie bothered Dodger. Henry seemed like one of them do-gooders who felt guilty about having money and food when other people did not; Dodger knew the type. He, personally, was not bothered about having money when other people didn't, but when you lived a life like his, Dodger found that being generous when in funds, and being a cheerful giver, was a definite insurance. You needed friends - friends were the kind of people who would say: "Dodger? Never heard of 'im, never clapped eyes on 'im, guv'nor! You must be thinking of some other cove" - because you had to live as best you could in the city and you had to be sharp and wary and on your toes every moment of the day if you wanted to stay alive.

He stayed alive because he was the Dodger, smart and fast. He knew everybody and everybody knew him. He had never, ever, been before the beak, he could outrun the fastest Bow Street runner, and now that they had all been found out and replaced, he could outrun every peeler as well. They couldn't arrest you unless they put a hand on you, and nobody ever managed to touch Dodger.

No, Henry was no problem, but Charlie - now, oh yes, Charlie - he looked the type who would look at a body and see right inside you. Charlie, Dodger considered, might well be a dangerous cove, a gentleman who knew the ins and outs of the world and could see through flannel and soft words to what you were thinking, which was dangerous indeed. Here he was now, the man himself, coming downstairs escorted by the jingling of coins.

Charlie nodded at the cook, who was cleaning up, and sat down on the bench by Dodger, who had to slide over a bit to make room.

"Well now, Dodger, wasn't it?" he said. "I am sure you will be very happy to know that the young lady you helped us with is safe and sleeping in a warm bed after some stitches and some physic from the doctor. Alas, I wish I could say the same for her unborn child, which did not survive this dreadful escapade."

Child! The word hit Dodger like a blackjack, and unlike a blackjack it kept on going. A child - and for the rest of the conversation the word was there, hanging at the edge of his sight and not letting him go. Aloud he said, "I didn't know." "Indeed, I'm sure you didn't," said Charlie. "In the dark it was just one more dreadful crime, which without doubt was just one among many this night; you know that, Dodger, and so do I. But this one had the temerity to take place in front of me, and so I feel I would like to do a little police work, without, as it were, involving the police, who I suspect in this case would not have very much success."

Charlie's face was unreadable, even to Dodger, who was very, very good at reading faces. Solemnly, the man went on, "I wonder if those gentlemen you met who were harassing her knew about the child; perhaps we shall never find out, or perhaps we shall." And there it was; that little word "shall" was a knife, straining to cut away until it hit enlightenment. Charlie's face stayed totally blank. "I wonder if any other gentleman was aware of the fact, and therefore, sir, here for you are your two shillings - plus one more, if you were to answer a few questions for me in the hope of getting to the bottom of this strange occurrence."

Dodger looked at the coins. "What sort of questions would they be, then?" Dodger lived in a world where nobody asked questions apart from: "How much?" and "What's in it for me?" And he knew, actually knew, that Charlie knew this too. Charlie continued. "Can you read and write, Mister Dodger?"
(Continues...)


Excerpted from Dodger by Terry Pratchett. Copyright © 2012 by Terry Pratchett. Excerpted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.
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  • Posted October 1, 2012

    Incredibly Wonderful Book!!

    While it is different from Sir Terry's other fiction, this book enamored me from the first chapter. It is a most literate, fascinating, and wonderful! historical fantasy story, set in early Victorian London, with Charles Dickens as one of the main characters. I cannot recommend it highly enough. I admit to reading his acknowledgments at the end of the book first, which helped give the narrative much more meaning to me. One ought not let the fact that Dodger is not set in Discworld dissuade you from getting this book immediately. It is Fine Literature of the highest degree. Enjoy! ;-)

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 14, 2012

    Charmed again

    This is another if Terrys works where the leading characters have won me over with their mischevious personalities and sharp wit. Quitr happy to have this in my collection

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 28, 2012

    Classic.

    I am a relative newcomer to Sir Terry's catalogue, having consumed the Discworld ouevre in about six months a couple years ago. I was delighted with the other works later, but I would never have categorized any in the absolute top tier of literary work. Entirely enjoyable, yes - nearly, but not classic.

    Dodger, on the other hand, surpasses the rest of his previous output. This novel should be held up as one of the works taught in advanced high school literature classes. It has it all. It is a seminar in novel writing. You MUST read this book.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 16, 2013

    Very interesting, conceptually, and executed with the flair that

    Very interesting, conceptually, and executed with the flair that i have come to expect from Sir Terry's work over the years. I have always enjoyed his young adult titles as much as his adult fiction.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2013

    Always a Good Read

    Terry Pratchett once again charms and delights - this time with an historical fantasy that weaves Victorian London, Charles Dickens and Sweeney Todd (just to mention a few) all through the eyes of that charming rogue the Artful Dodger. Once again Mr. Pratchett comes through with a treet not to be missed. I know this is one I'll enjoy again and again.

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  • Posted February 1, 2013

    Good idea, so-so execution

    The idea about a work on the true Dodger of Dickens fame and the fact this was a period piece drew me to this work. Parts of it were interesting. Parts suspended belief. Parts were predictable. Parts were bizarre. The involvement of various historical characters was okay, added a little to the story, but added to the disbelief on some levels. The elements I liked were the description of Victorian England, the prose, and presentation of the different treatment and attitudes related to class. The parts that were difficult to accept, even knowing this was a work of fiction, involved the developing relationship between a sewer dweller and a "semi-royal", and the constant stream of "fortuitious" circumstances and successful outcomes based in part on the naievete of players.. If Mr. Dodger lived today he would be a consistent lottery winner given the luck described. The prose is quite good. The pace of the book is a little formal, consistent with the pace found in many novels of the era. It isn't high on my recommended list, but it isn't a bottom feeder either.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2013

    Really excellent

    Some of the slang gets you, but overall, a wonderfully witty read with smart characters you can care about.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 18, 2013

    another Pratchett hit!

    I have loved all of T Pratchett's work. This one set in England during the time of Charles Dickens is no exception. It abounds in wit, colorful characters and dialect, twist and turns. The plot is an old one, boy saves girl and finds out he is a better man for it. But it is fresh told with Pratchet's style and humor. Sutiable for all ages. Loved it. Hazar

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2013

    Good

    Good book.

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  • Posted December 30, 2012

    Pratchett is my all-time-ever favorite author and this book did

    Pratchett is my all-time-ever favorite author and this book did not disappoint. I simply love Dodger and hope to read more of his life in the future.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2014

    : )

    It was full of excitement and whimsy. The characters were charismatic and the antics hilarious. Another great book was The Wee Free Men, although they don't seem similar they are both well written.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2013

    Scott's Too Short To Be Useful Reviews

    Pratchett's a treasure!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2013

    Another Great Work by Pratchett

    A rollicking good time. The only criticism I have is that the climax feels *slightly* anti-climatic. A wonderful read regardless and definitely recommended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2013

    I fell in love with Dodger in Oliver Twist.......

    So when my most favorite guru of writers came up with Dodger, My heart soared...Once again the Mr. P doesnt let you down. Dodger is nothing you expect and choc full of guest star goodness! My favorite special appearance was Sweeny Todd, who looked like Jhonny Depp.....go figure, Its great fun to read its Terry Pratchatt no worries its golden....oh btw Dodger kinda looks like thr fab Mr. Pratchatt just a few years younger......go figure! Victoria

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2013

    DODGER is worth more than one read! Don't miss it!!!

    Pratchett's use of Dicken's Artful Dodger as his main character is inspired! His use of historical figures and fictional ones as well is wonderful. I particularly enjoyed the amount of growth Dodger goes through during the course of the story. A thoroughly enjoyable read, especially if you've read or seen OLIVER TWIST!

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  • Posted May 31, 2013

    A real good story. Throughout the book carries the tale of Dodg

    A real good story. Throughout the book carries the tale of Dodger, a tosher in England in the time of Charles Dickens. A rollicking story of survival and triumph of an orphan of 17 years that has mastered the arts of street survival. With a wonderful, and lucky, cast of characters the story is great. I just wish the ending had been concluded without a token goodbye to the characters and storyline.

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  • Posted May 3, 2013

    Highly Recommended!

    I admit to a real fondness for Terry Pratchett books, and I love this one! Great writing and a fantastic storyline!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2013

    Anonymous

    Amazing. Terry Pratchet has a gift for writing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2013

    Never read Sir Terry's writings before and was unexpectedly deli

    Never read Sir Terry's writings before and was unexpectedly delighted! The characters are very well developed as are motivations. Subtle humor and engaging protaganist made this a wonderful read. Appreciated the "Forrest Gump-esque" history of Victorian England as told through Dodger.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2012

    Enjoyable read but a slow start

    It took me awhile to get into this book because the start was slow...setting up the characters and explaining to the audience what "toshing" in the old London sewers was all about. The appearances of historical characters was fun, especially "Charlie" Dickens. The footnotes that are part and parcel to Terry Pratchett are present in the book and is his wit and charm.

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