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For Miriam Fisher, a budding poet who reads the Oxford English Dictionary for fun, seventh grade is a year etched in her memory "clear as pain." That’s the year her older sister, Deborah, once her best buddy and fellow "alien," bloomed like a beautiful flower and joined the high school in-crowd. That’s the year high school senior Artie Rosenberg, the "hottest guy in the drama club" and, Miriam thinks, her soul mate, comes to live with Miriam’s family. And that’s the year the popular "watermelon girls" turn up the...

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Overview

For Miriam Fisher, a budding poet who reads the Oxford English Dictionary for fun, seventh grade is a year etched in her memory "clear as pain." That’s the year her older sister, Deborah, once her best buddy and fellow "alien," bloomed like a beautiful flower and joined the high school in-crowd. That’s the year high school senior Artie Rosenberg, the "hottest guy in the drama club" and, Miriam thinks, her soul mate, comes to live with Miriam’s family. And that’s the year the popular "watermelon girls" turn up the heat in their cruel harassment of Miriam—ripping her life wide open in shocking, unexpected ways. Teased and taunted in school, Miriam is pushed toward breaking, until, in a gripping climax, she finds the inner strength to prove she’s a force to be reckoned with.

This riveting first novel introduces readers to an unforgettable heroine, an outsider who dares to confront the rigid conformity of junior high, and in the process manages not only to save herself but to inspire and transform others.

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* "Poet Pixley’s gripping story of middle-school bullying may call to mind Spinelli’s Stargirl Anderson’s Speak. . . . Thorny, determined, brilliant, mature yet surprisingly naive, Miriam is unforgettable." Booklist, starred review

* "An expertly—and lovingly—narrated story about girls and bullying . . . Stunning." —Kirkus Reviews, starred review

* "Observant and tough, Miriam’s voice has a knife edge that tears past the surface." Publishers Weekly, starred review

"Middle school girls will read this book and realize how many girls are just like them." VOYA

"Wow! Freak is heartbreakingly funny, heartbreakingly spot-on, and heartbreaking. If you’ve ever been on the outside—and you have—Miriam Fisher is your new best friend." —Chris Crutcher, author of The Sledding Hill

"Pixley writes with well-crafted intensity of a girl in an agony of perplexed exclusion. . . . Readers will be intrigued by her eventual ability to make a new way for herself." —The Bulletin of Center for Children’s Books, starred review

"Skillful use of first-person narrative and figurative language make the novel very readable for persons ages twelve and up." —IRA

Children's Literature - Ginny Sautner
Being in middle school can be tough on anyone. This is especially true for Miriam Fisher as she deals with her beautiful and now-aloof ninth-grade sister Deborah, her thoroughly preoccupied parents, and her own desire to someday be poet laureate. What Miriam does have is her best friend Rosie, her journal named Clyde, and a fantastic vocabulary, thanks to her trusty Oxford English Dictionary. These tools prove futile when Artie, the artistic and handsome senior from next door, comes to live with them for the year. His presence completely alters family dynamics, as both sisters vie for Artie's affections, and Miriam's life begins to spin out of control. A bullying group of popular school girls gains knowledge of Miriam's crush and exploits it before the entire school, labeling her a freak. These trials initially tear Miriam down. Before she begins to understand herself and make positive choices, she must first make a host of negative ones. Yet, once she gains the courage to stand up for both herself and Jenny, the leader of the bullying "Watermelon Girls," everyone begins to see Miriam in a new light—even Miriam herself! She embraces the name "Freak" and turns it into a label filled with pride in her individuality. Young teens will instantly relate to Miriam, a protagonist that inspires readers to be true to themselves, even in the face of social pressures. Written by a middle school educator who has a profound understanding of adolescent social hierarchy and the inner workings of teen identity, this author brings to life the emotional and social issues that all young girls face. Reviewer: Ginny Sautner
VOYA - C. J. Bott
Miriam studies the dictionary and writes poetry, and when seventh grade comes, she watches the other girls dumb down, dress up, and fit in. She observed her older sister, Deborah, take the easier path, but Miriam cannot do that. In her struggles, everyone-parents, sister, teachers-lets her down, and she becomes known as Freak. Pixley tells a common and fairly predictable story. A group of students, usually but not always girls, find a victim and the torture begins. Starting small, their little successes build them into vultures that are out to pick apart their victim. The adults stay ignorant or ignoring, the child bruises easily and either perishes or escapes. Pixley's strength is in her well-developed characters and the plot twist at the end. Miriam fights to hold on to herself and keeps reaching out to Deborah, who resents Miriam while feeling her pain. Their relationship grows as much as Miriam does, which gives readers a good look at sisters dealing with family behaviors and roles. Middle school girls will read this book and realize how many girls are just like them, struggling to define themselves in ways that will make everybody happy. Miriam is heroic in the end, saving not only herself but also her greatest tormentor.
School Library Journal

Gr 7-10 Pixley hits the nail on the head when it comes to middle-school misery. Miriam Fisher is a heroine in a misfit's body, with a popular older sister and artsy, intellectual parents who encourage her nonconformist lifestyle and choose to believe that her life is hunky-dory. When high school senior and handsome thespian Artie Rosenberg comes to live with them while his parents are on sabbatical in India, Miriam's life spirals out of control. The "watermelon girls" at school (so named for the flavor of their lip gloss) taunt her about her looks, her awkward manner, and her crush on Artie, which, it turns out, is not so secret, thanks to her sister. Jenny Clarke, their leader, is cruel to Miriam on a daily basis, humiliating her in the cafeteria, on the bus, and during class. The protagonist records her joys and sorrows in her journal, which she carries with her constantly, adding poetry and soulful entries as they occur. Through unexpected circumstances, Miriam ends up shaving her head and saving her nemesis from a terrible fate, therefore empowering herself and redefining her identity. Like Virginia in Carolyn Mackler's The Earth, My Butt, and Other Big Round Things (Candlewick, 2003), Miriam changes her mind about what makes someone beautiful, popular, or confident. This is a powerful look at middle school angst and transformation from a new YA author to watch.-Nora G. Murphy, Los Angeles Academy Middle School

Kirkus Reviews
An expertly-and lovingly-narrated story about girls and bullying is told by the novel's main character Miriam Fisher. She simply wants to be herself and live her life with passion and individuality-with a boyfriend who happens to be the hottest guy in town. This hottie, the senior Artie Rosenberg, is an aspiring actor moving into her house for a year while his parents do volunteer work in India. Miriam and Artie have a great time when the subject is poetry and drama-and the relationship. However, Artie becomes romantically involved with Deborah, Miriam's sister, and this stirs up the bullies, some of whom are Deborah's friends, to torture Miriam and call her "freak." The persecution is frightening; the pain is real; the telling excruciating. But in the end, Miriam is transformed by an act so startling that readers will find themselves suddenly breathing again. Stunning. (Fiction. 12-15)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250027429
  • Publisher: Square Fish
  • Publication date: 9/17/2013
  • Edition description: Yes, full copies only
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 160
  • Sales rank: 524,534
  • Age range: 12 - 15 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.10 (h) x 0.60 (d)

Meet the Author

MARCELLA PIXLEY teaches eighth-grade language arts. Her poetry has been published in literary journals such as Prairie Schooner, and she has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She lives in Westford, Massachusetts.

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Freak

1

REMEMBER

You do it anyway, even if it hurts, reach back into the attic, through the smallest opening, and you look around in there. I can remember some things so clearly, I could trick myself, imagine that I was falling all over again. The sound of wings, of feathered voices, whispering.

Sometimes when you try to make sense of things, they're foggy, and you have to reach way back to pull up the shadows. Even then sometimes they're too dark to really see. Other things are clear as pain, so recent that remembering takes over, and all you can do is sit back and let the memories come. When I try to write down what happened to me, this is what it's like: a symphony blaring allthe parts at once, a gigantic puzzle that you have to put back together piece by piece. And all I can do is write it down fast so I only have to do it this once, and then maybe, just maybe, I'll be done with it forever.

 

If you asked me how the whole mess started, I would tell you it happened around the same time Artie came to stay. Artie's parents had decided to spend their sabbatical in India. They were always saying they wanted to do something good for the world, and suddenly there was this organization that was going to install hot and cold running water in a village somewhere. They asked Artie to come with them, but he wasn't about to spend his senior year digging ditches, for goodness' sake. Artie's father asked my father, and my father asked us. But before we made any decisions, we had a meeting in the living room to discuss whether or not Artie could stay. My parents call these meetings living room democracies. They're essential to our family dynamics. Each member of the family has to vote yes or no.

During living room democracies, I like to sit in the orange armchair and read the Oxford English Dictionary. I'm trying to memorize every word in the English language so that one day, when I become poet laureate, I can say it's because of all the words I learned when I was in seventh grade. My mom is proud of my big vocabulary. She says that when God painted me, he spent so much time making me interesting he didn't have the energy left to make me beautiful, but that's fine with her because there are more important things in life than a pretty face. I know I'm nothing like Deborah, who discovered she was beautiful when she was twelve like me. Now that she's a freshman in high school, she seemslike a flower when she walks into a room, all fragrant and blooming. It used to be that Deborah would read the Oxford English Dictionary with me. We'd make a pillow fort on the living room rug and find all the Latin roots. Deborah used to say them out loud, and I'd write them down in our notebook so we would remember them forever.

Now, my reading the dictionary drives Deborah crazy because it reminds her that she used to be intelligent like me. Deborah says boys are intimidated by women who are cerebral, so I'd better work on my Feminine Attributes, the parts that make boys turn their heads and whistle when you walk by. Deborah has a lot of Feminine Attributes. She wears everything low and tight so no matter where you look, you can see skin. As for me, I like feeling cuddled up in soft cotton. I'll choose a loose flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up over a skimpy little tank top any day. Mom says it's good that I know how to be comfortable.

That evening, I was reading the Ss all alone and I enunciated each word toward Deborah so the sound of them spit out of my mouth. "Surreptitious, surreptitial, surreptitiously ..."

"Very nice," my father chuckled. "Now put your book away for a minute because we have something important to talk about."

My father is what our gym teacher, Mr. Montane, calls a die-hard liberal. Mr. Montane says this like it's a disease. Like your political beliefs can kill you. Being a die-hard liberal means not getting cable television on purpose. It means riding a bike five miles to Kenmore College because there are enough cars on the road already, for goodness' sake. It means being a little shaggier than other fathers. It means National Public Radio and chamber music concerts and a compost heap in the backyard. I pushed thedictionary away with my bare feet and looked at him while he talked. I like to watch his eyes twinkle.

"Okay, girls," my father said. "Your mother and I wanted to include both of you in this decision because it's going to affect us all." He looked straight at us, and I caught a glimpse of what he might be like as an English professor, talking in his soft voice, sipping on his coffee with a book of poetry in one hand. "Sid and Barbara called last night. They told us their application has been accepted. If all goes well, they'll leave for India at the end of the month. Of course they've invited Artie, but it's his senior year, and things are going so well he just doesn't want to go."

Deborah picked up the dictionary and started riffling through pages, but when she caught me watching she put it down.

"You know how important his acting career is to him," my father went on. "He has auditions for NYU in December, and the Shakespeare festival this fall. Sid asked if we would be willing to let him stay here so he could finish his senior year in peace."

"It could be healthy for us," my mother joined in, her voice smoky and tired from too many late nights in her studio trying to get ready for her opening at the Carlton Community Center. It wasn't anything special, but it was the first show she had given in years. My mother says she would have gone to art school if she hadn't had Deborah so early, but sometimes God works in mysterious ways. My mother's paintings are an acquired taste. They are filled with blurred lines and dusty colors. My mother always has paint under her fingernails and her black hair always has hints of color from her work the night before. That day she had a strand of yellow just behind her ear that made it look like she had dipped her hair in mustard.

"I was telling your father last night. It could be good to have another man around here. A little testosterone to balance the energies."

Deborah rolled her eyes. "Oh, I think he'll bring more than a little testosterone. Artie's totally girl crazy these days."

Artie didn't used to be girl crazy. When he was in middle school, he would come over to play chess with me even though I was only eight. He was pretty good at chess, but sometimes his mind would wander and he would lose track of how I was plotting my attacks. Then I'd win. Or maybe he let me win. I was never sure.

"Judy Clarke told me Artie's the hottest guy in the drama club. Even the popular girls are noticing him now," Deborah said.

"Whatever that means," sighed my mother. "The point is, Artie needs a family. We've known him his whole life. I think we should let him stay."

My father held his cup of coffee. With his other hand, he pushed a mop of hair back onto his head. I know my father is going bald, even if he'll never admit it. He's letting the curly hair on the sides of his head grow long so he can brush it over his bald spot. At first you couldn't really tell, and the extra hair just looked like misplaced bangs, but after a few years the bald in the middle got bigger and the hair on the sides got thinner.

My mother licked two of her fingers and smoothed my father's hair. She's always licking her fingers for one reason or another: either to taste a drop of spilled coffee or to twist her paintbrush into a point or to rub a smudge of dirt off my cheek. I hate it when she does that. She'll lick her fingers and then grab me by the arm so I can't get away. Then she'll rub my cheek hard with wet fingers.There, she always says, that's better. There is nothing worse than having your mother's saliva on your face. Except maybe having it in your hair.

My father didn't seem to mind it, though. He stretched his bare feet on the coffee table and offered her a sip of his coffee. It was espresso. It made our living room smell like a bohemian café. My mother wrinkled her nose and waved his hand away.

"Just think of all the good times you girls had whenever we visited Artie's house," my father said. "Think of all the dinners and slide shows."

"And all the memories of Thanksgiving," my mother sighed. Her voice always sounds like it's sighing. All her sentences dip down at the end like they are falling slowly down rabbit holes, trailing away. "Think of that wonderful Thanksgiving a few years ago. Can you remember it, girls? All those candied yams."

I remembered one Thanksgiving, but not because of the candied yams. We were all in elementary school, and Artie showed us real dead monkey skulls and told us this was how we looked on the inside. Deborah thought it was inhumane to dissect monkeys, and I did too. But the dead monkey skulls had jaws that opened and closed. While everyone was eating apple pie, Artie and I brought a couple of skulls to the dinner table and popped them out in front of Deborah while she was chewing. Opening and closing the jaws, we made them say monkey see, monkey do ... until Deborah threw down her fork and marched off, announcing, Don't be disgusting. It was wonderful.

"I don't care as long as he doesn't take a long time in the shower or walk around nude," Deborah announced from the carved rocking chair.

Judging from the length of her showers since she started high school, it was hard to imagine that anyone could take longer than Deborah. I started to think of what Artie might look like in the nude, but that made me blush. I picked up a National Geographic and flipped through the pages. I stopped for color pictures of Pygmies in skimpy loincloths. I didn't want to contribute to the family meeting. I couldn't possibly be part of this living room democracy. The thought of Artie living in our house for a whole year was too horrible—and too wonderful—to imagine. He was the only high school senior I had ever known.

Artie was old enough to shave and drive a car, and he knew the names of all the Star Trek episodes. He could recite Shakespeare with a real British accent. And best of all, he loved poetry. He had books and books of poetry on his bedroom bookshelf. One time when I was a little girl, he let me look at his collection of Dylan Thomas. I sat on his floor for hours and memorized the poems until Mom called and made me come home. Apple boughs. Lilting house. Dingle starry. Heydays of his eyes. I still remember how it felt to say those wonderful, delicious words.

"What do you think, Miriam?" my mother asked.

"What?" I looked up from the National Geographic.

"What do you think about Artie coming to stay with us for a while?"

My mother and father leaned forward and waited for me to speak.

"I don't care," I said.

"We all have to vote," Deborah told me, her voice irritating and superior. "If we don't all vote then it's only a partial democracy, and any decision is null and void." She leaned forward on the rockingchair so that she was balanced on its wooden tips and I could see down her shirt to her lacy pink bra. The rocking chair creaked under her weight.

I reached over the table and grabbed my father's espresso with both hands. The smell was so strong I almost dropped it onto the rug, but I closed my eyes tight and, taking a deep breath, downed the whole thing.

"Yes!" I cried. "Yes, I think he should definitely stay here!"

"You are such an alien," Deborah said, rolling her eyes.

I picked up the National Geographic and pretended to read, but inside, my heart was pounding. Artie Rosenberg was going to move into our house. Artie with his monkey skulls, Artie with his rehearsals and his scripts, Artie with his yellow Volkswagen Bug and his books of poetry, Artie who knew how to swear in Arabic! Artie Rosenberg, in our house, for a whole year. I turned the page of the National Geographic. There was a Pygmy man, standing with a spear in his hand. And he wasn't wearing anything. Not even a loincloth.

Copyright © 2007 by Marcella Fleischman Pixley All rights reserved

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  • Posted July 14, 2011

    I loved this book!

    I had to read it for summer reading, so at first I wasn't very happy about it. Then I had emointions for the charater. I couldn't put the book down ,and in less than a day I finished it. I hope you love it as much as I did.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 28, 2009

    Great

    The best coming-of-age story ever. I totally feel for this character. The story is about a girl in middle school, being torimented by popular girls, and ignored by her family. I definitly cried at the end of this book.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2013

    Can't beat it!

    I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this book! I could not have predicted anything that had happened especially the ending. There was the perfect amount of everything. The perfect amount of drama, the touch of reality, and the emotion that both the character you learn to love shows and the emotion you show for the character. I could not put this book down!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 28, 2008

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    Reviewed by JodiG. for TeensReadToo.com

    In school there are a number of social groups and nicknames that define you and your achievements. There are others that just haunt you. Miriam Fisher is well-known throughout her middle school; however, she is known as "Freak." <BR/><BR/>Miriam is no ordinary seventh-grader. She reads the dictionary for fun, writes poetry, and doesn't really mind that she doesn't fit in with the popular kids. Until this year she has had the friendship and support of her older sister, and fellow dictionary reader, Deborah. But suddenly, Deborah has turned into one of the "pretty girls" and has decided that academic pursuits are getting her nowhere. Deborah barely speaks to Miriam anymore, and when she does, it's with disgust. <BR/><BR/>This year, Miriam is also struggling with first love. A family friend has moved in for the school year. Artie Rosenberg is one of the hottest seniors in high school and Miriam is convinced that they are soul mates. Artie shares Miriam's love of poetry and pays more attention to her than anyone else. The problem is that ever since Artie moved in, he's been spending more and more time with Miriam's sister, Deborah. <BR/><BR/>In addition to her problems with Deborah and Artie, the teasing at school is getting worse every day. One girl in particular, Jenny Clarke, has taken the taunting to a level that is just cruel. How long can Miriam endure the teasing before she strikes back? <BR/><BR/>Marcella Pixley has created a character and a story that are filled with raw emotions. The sense of isolation is thick as you read deeper into Miriam's story. You will never forget Miriam or the lessons she manages to teach as she confronts the pain of being isolated. This is definitely an inspirational story for anyone who has ever been or known a "Freak."

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2007

    FREAK by Marcella Pixley

    FREAK, a recently published novel by eighth grade language arts teacher Marcella Pixley, has left middle school students shocked yet hungry for more. In the story, seventh grader Miriam Fischer describes her life as the humiliating target of nasty, harassing girls from her school. Miriam is teased and insulted, and shyly turns to her older sister Deborah for help. Cruelly she is rejected, and Deborah even goes on to `steal¿ Miriam¿s friend- twelfth grader Artie Rosenberg 'who Miriam believes to be her own soul mate'. To top it all off, Miriam¿s parents are too focused on their own lives to notice what is happening to their younger daughter, and Miriam has nowhere left to turn. But with some bravery and a little bit of luck, Miriam is able to overpower the obstacles standing in her way and find her place in the world. Miriam Fischer is an unbelievable character her vivid descriptions and insane life give us all something to which we can relate. The loneliness Miriam experiences has been felt by each of us at one point or another and over all FREAK is a great example of our lives. Whether it¿s the vicious Jenny Clarke 'Miriam¿s mocker' or the seemingly clueless parents, Mrs. Pixley weaves an inspirational story that leaves readers clutching their book and hoping that they never live a life like Miriam¿s. The illustrative vocabulary and stirring metaphors never fail to shock the reader with the lucid pictures created in their mind, anyone can tell that the tale isn¿t fictional. Though the characters are imaginary, Mrs. Pixley agrees that Miriam¿s life isn¿t entirely made-up, and that some people live even harsher lives than Miriam Fischer. The story is just an example of the tough lives that students live, and it is heartbreaking to realize how each of our actions affects another¿s life. Mostly however, FREAK teaches all of us that no matter what, there is always hope, and there can always be a happy ending.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2007

    A Must Read For Young Teens

    I just finished reading 'Freak' and found it to be a beautifully written and very poignant book that all young teens can relate to. Most have us have had some experiences during our middle or high school years that we would rather forget...being ostrasized, being harrassed, feeling lonely and isolated. Miriam Fisher represents that part of us. She will take the reader through an amazing journey. The writer, Marcella Pixley, really takes us into the soul of the characters and makes us cringe, laugh, and probably cry throughout the story. Miriam Fisher is a delightful character who just happens to be 'different', not a good thing for a middle school girl. You will be taken into her classrooms, the school cafeteria and the school bus, where you dare not sit in the 'wrong place'..one that is unofficially reserved for the 'popular' kids. You can relate to her heartbreak regarding Artie, who she has adored all her life. The book concludes with an awesome ending.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2007

    Courtesy of Teens Read Too

    In school there are a number of social groups and nicknames that define you and your achievements. There are others that just haunt you. Miriam Fisher is well-known throughout her middle school however, she is known as ¿Freak.' Miriam is no ordinary seventh-grader. She reads the dictionary for fun, writes poetry, and doesn¿t really mind that she doesn¿t fit in with the popular kids. Until this year she has had the friendship and support of her older sister, and fellow dictionary reader, Deborah. But suddenly, Deborah has turned into one of the ¿pretty girls¿ and has decided that academic pursuits are getting her nowhere. Deborah barely speaks to Miriam anymore, and when she does, it¿s with disgust. This year, Miriam is also struggling with first love. A family friend has moved in for the school year. Artie Rosenberg is one of the hottest seniors in high school and Miriam is convinced that they are soul mates. Artie shares Miriam¿s love of poetry and pays more attention to her than anyone else. The problem is that ever since Artie moved in, he¿s been spending more and more time with Miriam¿s sister, Deborah. In addition to her problems with Deborah and Artie, the teasing at school is getting worse every day. One girl in particular, Jenny Clarke, has taken the taunting to a level that is just cruel. How long can Miriam endure the teasing before she strikes back? Marcella Pixley has created a character and a story that are filled with raw emotions. The sense of isolation is thick as you read deeper into Miriam¿s story. You will never forget Miriam or the lessons she manages to teach as she confronts the pain of being isolated. This is definitely an inspirational story for anyone who has ever been or known a ¿Freak.' **Reviewed by: JodiG.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2014

    Demons calss

    Heard of diffrent kinds

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2012

    What happened. What happened?

    Ok so im reading the book and im at the part where artie is just startin to move in. But why is everyone saying the ening is sad? Please tell m what is so sad about th ending.

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  • Posted May 21, 2009

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    WAY TOO DEPRESING

    This is the worst book i have ever read and i'm not exagerating when i say this. This book didnt have any happy scenes at all. It only has bad ones i even teared up because of how depressing it was. After i finished reading the book i felt depressed for days. Thumbs down from me

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