House of Dies Drear

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The house held secrets, Thomas knew, even before he first saw it looming gray and massive on its ledge of rock. It had a century-oldlegend--two fugitive slaves had been killed by bounty hunters after leaving its passageways, and Dies Drear himself, the abolitionist who had made the house into a station on the Underground Railroad, had been murdered there. The ghosts of the three were said to walk its rooms...

A black family tries to unravel the secrets of their new ...

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Overview

The house held secrets, Thomas knew, even before he first saw it looming gray and massive on its ledge of rock. It had a century-oldlegend--two fugitive slaves had been killed by bounty hunters after leaving its passageways, and Dies Drear himself, the abolitionist who had made the house into a station on the Underground Railroad, had been murdered there. The ghosts of the three were said to walk its rooms...

A black family tries to unravel the secrets of their new home which was once a stop on the Underground Railroad.

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Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books "A hundred years ago, Dies Drear and two slaves he was hiding in his house, an Underground Railroad station in Ohio, had been murdered. The house, huge and isolated, was fascinating, Thomas thought, but he wasn't sure he was glad Papa had bought it—funny things kept happening, frightening things... The secret of the house is revealed in an exciting final sequence that maintains beautifully the mysterious and dramatic story of a black family caught in an atmosphere of fear and danger. Written with distinction, an imaginiative and imposing book."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780020435204
  • Publisher: Simon Pulse
  • Publication date: 10/1/1984
  • Series: Dies Drear Chronicle Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 105,908
  • Age range: 10 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 6.90 (w) x 11.00 (h) x 0.75 (d)

Meet the Author

Virginia Hamilton

Virginia Hamilton

The recipient of nearly every major award and honor in her field, including the 1992 Hans Christian Anderson Award, Virgina Hamilton was the first African-American woman to be awarded the Newbery Medal, for M.C. Higgins The Great. Renowned as a storyteller, anthologist and lecturer as well as a novelist, Ms. Hamilton makes her home in Yellow Springs, Ohio.

Biography

A writer of prodigious gifts, Virginia Hamilton forged a new kind of juvenile fiction by twining African-American and Native American history and folklore with contemporary stories and plotlines.

With Hamilton's first novel, Zeely, the story of a young farm girl who fantasizes that a woman she knows is a Watusi queen, she set the bar high. The book won a American Library Association Notable Children's Book citation. Hamilton rose to her own challenge, and every new book she published enriched American literature to such a degree that in 1995 she was awarded the ALA's Laura Ingalls Wilder Award for lifetime achievement.

Born in Yellow Springs, Ohio, and raised in an extended family of farmers and storytellers (her own father was a musician), Hamilton's work was inspired by her childhood experiences, family mythology, and Ohio River Valley homeland. In an article about the importance of libraries in children's lives, she credits her mother and the "story lady" at her childhood public library with opening her mind to the world of books.

Although she spent time in New York City working as a bookkeeper after college, and traveled widely in Africa and Europe, Hamilton spent most of her life in Yellow Springs, anchored by the language, geography, and culture of southern Ohio. In The House of Dies Drear, she arranged her story around the secrets of the Underground Railroad. In M. C. Higgins, the Great, winner of both a John Newbery Medal and a National Book Award, she chronicled the struggles of a family whose land, and life spirit, is threatened by strip mining. Publishers Weekly called the novel "one of those rare books which draws the reader in with the first paragraph and keeps him or her turning the page until the end."

In her series of folk-tale collections, including The People Could Fly: American Black Folktales, In the Beginning: Creation Stories from Around the World, and Her Stories: African American Folktales, Fairy Tales, and True Tales, Hamilton salvaged and burnished folk tales from cultures across the world for her stories; stories that suffused her fiction with its extraordinary blend of worldly and otherworldly events, enchantment, and modern reality. Virginia Hamilton died on February 19, 2002.

Good To Know

Hamilton's first research trip to a library was to find out more about her family's exotic chickens, which her mother called "rainbow layers," because of the many tints of the eggs they laid.

In 1995, Hamilton became the first children's writer to win a John D. and Catherine C. MacArthur "genius" grant.

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    1. Date of Birth:
      March 12, 1936
    2. Place of Birth:
      Yellow Springs, Ohio
    1. Date of Death:
      February 19, 2002
    2. Place of Death:
      Yellow Springs, Ohio
    1. Education:
      Attended Antioch College, Ohio State University, and the New School for Social Research
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The House of Dies Drear


By Virginia Hamilton

OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA

Copyright © 1982 Virginia Hamilton
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-1376-6


CHAPTER 1

THOMAS DREAMED HE walked a familiar forest, following a time-worn path of the Tuscaroras. The trail seemed the same as he had known it all his life. The way he walked it, without making any sound, was true to the way ancient Indian braves had walked it. But now the once familiar evergreens on either side were gigantic. Their needles were as large as railroad spikes. He had no trouble accepting the great new height of the trees or the long, smooth size of the needles. It was the awful smell of resin and oil over everything that upset him. The odor nearly choked him; the trees gave it off, as though they were raining turpentine. He seemed to feel it on his hair and on his hands. His palms itched and his eyes burned. He tried to get the smell out of his mind and stopped on the path to cut an enormous branch from a fallen pine.

He made tiny marks on the bark with one of his whittling tools, and he didn't find it unusual to be using so small an instrument for such hard work. He'd always used whittling tools to cut branches. He had started whistling to himself when a man swung down from a mile- high spruce.

"Stay back," the man said. He lifted the huge branch Thomas wanted and flung it away as if it were nothing.

Thomas stood still. He began to feel small. "Papa says you will do," he told the man, "but I don't say it. We are going anyway."

"Carolina is for you," the man said. "Stay back." He reached for Thomas with arms covered with curls of white hair. His eyes glowed red and then spewed fire.

Thomas leaped for a tall pair of stilts against a tree. Fastening them to his legs, he turned around on the path.

"I'm running," he said. But when he moved, the stilts sank into the bed of oversized pine needles covering the ground.

The man grabbed Thomas' ankles. Thomas fell slowly forward from a long way up. He could hear the wind whistling by his ears as he fell.

I'll never reach the end of the trail, he thought. And for the first time, he was afraid.

Thomas Small lurched out of this dream, waking his twin brothers at the same time. The boys leaned against him and looked at him with wide, senseless eyes. Thomas didn't dare move. His heart pounded as the dream fear moved up and down his back. He couldn't think where he was.

In a few minutes, the twins were sleeping again. Thomas could rearrange them and rest his arms.

That was a good dream. Good and scary, he thought. I was in the trees at home and the man was somebody I should know. I can't place him right now, but I do know him.

He glanced out of the car window and smiled. He knew where he was now and everything was fine. The day was a dismal Saturday; the month was March. All around were heavy patches of mist, and there was a steady rain. His papa's sedan with the red trailer attached was the lone automobile on the Blue Ridge Mountain Highway. Thomas was thirteen years old today and never in his life had he been so far from home.

Home, he thought. Well, I'm sorry.

He and his family were leaving an old house and folks who were mostly relatives. He had known the old house and the old people forever.

"Like Great-grandmother Jeffers," he said to himself. His papa had asked Great- grandmother to come with them to live. Thomas recalled how she'd been leaning on her bright blue gate at the time.

No longer was there a fence around Great-grandmother Jeffers' house. Its blue pickets had long since fallen and rotted back into the ground. But the gate continued to stand, and Thomas, since the age of ten, had painted it bright blue every spring.

Great-grandmother had laughed when his father asked her to come with them. Her hand was propped under her chin as she leaned heavily on that old gate.

"You go look at the North two, three times," she had said to his papa. "Then come back here one day and tell me if it is better."

"I'll tell you now," his papa had said." It won't be worse." He had smiled and kissed Great- grandmother. No need to tell her to take care of herself. She always had. He turned and walked swiftly away.

Thomas had stayed a moment. "Who will keep your gate?" he had asked her. "Who will paint it each spring?"

"You think you are the only boy in all these parts that can paint my gate?" she had asked him.

"I'm the only one who ever has," Thomas had said.

"Well, that's so," she had answered. She looked at Thomas hard. "You can trot back here next spring and paint it again, if you've a mind to. Spring," she said softly. "That's a long row to hoe."

Thomas saw something in her eyes that made him feel sad. But then whatever it had been was gone. She'd looked at him with that mean expression she used only with him and the bobwhite quail that lived off her handouts. He had to smile, for he knew she liked him even better than the bobwhite.

"I've got to go now," she had said. "No telling what fool thought took hold of your papa to leave these hills to go live in some craven house. I'm going to fix my chicory. I expect I'll roast it all night and all day tomorrow. Maybe then your papa will get you all there in one piece." She believed roasting chicory was the best power to ward off calamity. Thomas accepted the fact and was comforted.

Great-grandmother had turned and, not looking back, slowly walked to her house. At the steps, she held up her arm in a wave. Thomas hadn't needed to say anything. Within the wave was everything between them.

Thomas had few children to play with in those mountains he and his family were leaving. Homes were sometimes foothills apart. Most of the families with boys Thomas' age had already gone away North. No one heard from them again and old people like Great- grandmother Jeffers took this to be a sign that the North was a place of sorrow. Still Thomas hadn't minded being alone most of the time. There had been the forest to walk and there had been Great-grandmother to talk to.

He stared out of the car window and thought about the trees spreading up and over the hills behind his old home. There were times when he had sensed a coming rain and raced it to the pines. Diving under heavy branches, he had watched the rain slant into the forest. It never reached where he lay sheltered, but from the tree's farthest boughs made a silver circle around him.

"I won't think about it again," he promised himself. "It'll be fun living somewhere in Ohio." They were to live in a big house, and only his father had seen it.

Thomas sat wondering why it was taking them so long to get there.

Maybe an axle will break, he thought. Maybe we'll run out of gas in the night, with woods on both sides of the road!

If that happened, he would creep through the darkness in search of a house. And at last he would see ghostly lights flickering through the trees.

If it's going to take forever, we might as well have some excitement, he thought.

"Papa," he said suddenly, "tell about the new house again."

His father drove hunched over the steering wheel of the car. When Thomas broke the silence, Mr. Small took up a cloth to wipe the windshield. Then he rubbed the cloth on the back of his neck. He was tired of driving and tired of the rain that had stayed with them since morning. Yet he hadn't changed his plan to reach the new house by this afternoon at the latest.

"How many times must I tell it to you before you get it all?" he asked Thomas.

"Just once more, Papa," said Thomas. He had the story straight after the first time he heard it. He simply liked the tone of his papa's voice whenever he spoke about anything so full of history as the new house in Ohio.

"Well," his father began, "it has gables and eaves and pillars. It's large, quite large. There are many windows from floor to ceiling and there's a veranda all the way around on the outside."

"It must look like a plantation house," Thomas said. He pictured a gold mansion with green trim and a lawn as long as forever.

"No, not quite like that," said Mr. Small, smiling. "Not that stately. Our place is more … more … well …" he hesitated.

"… more sinister," Mrs. Small finished for him.

Neither Thomas nor his father had realized that Mrs. Small was awake. For most of the morning's journey, she'd slept in the front seat with her head cradled on a pillow. Now she shivered and sighed. "How I could let myself get talked into this!" she said. "Going off to live somewhere I've never seen. Rattling around in a big old place!"

"You're just as excited about going as Papa and me," Thomas said. He leaned forward against the front seat and looked sideways at his mother. He liked the way she almost smiled when he teased her. "I don't think she'll like walking in the rain much anymore though, Papa," he said.

His father laughed, and his mother had to laugh, too. No, she didn't like so much rain. That was why she'd slept so long. She didn't like thinking about a big Civil War house she had never laid eyes on. It had been an important station on the Underground Railroad, and Thomas still wanted to hear about it, even if his mother didn't.

"Does the house look haunted?" he asked.

Mr. Small was a long time answering. He finally shrugged. "It's a handsome place, once you get used to it," he said. "A fine period piece. It will be the talk of the whole town once I have it painted and landscaped properly."

"What's the town like?" Thomas asked.

"Oh, it's like any small village," Mr. Small said. "And like most Ohio towns, it has a good college at one end of it. But our house isn't in the town, Thomas."

"I thought it was," said Thomas.

"No, it sits alone on a rise in a kind of wilderness." His father spoke then to Mrs. Small. "I believe the townspeople thought I was out of my mind when I finally signed that lease."

Thomas heard caution come into his father's voice. "I never did get the complete floor plans from the real estate people—did I tell you that? They said the plans had been missing for years. They've no idea how many hidden rooms and such the house has. We do have the partial plans though. I should be able to puzzle the whole of it out from them. But it's odd, don't you think, that all the complete plans should be gone?"

"That should tell you there's something funny about that house and anything to do with it," Mrs. Small said.

Thomas' father cleared his throat loudly and gave Mrs. Small a warning glance. But Thomas had heard what she said and he let his mother's words pass into his mind in a neat line. He would think about them some other time. Right now, he was thinking about the new house sitting alone.

"I do wish the rain would stop before we reach that place," Mrs. Small said. She shivered again and tied her scarf tighter about her neck.

"Papa …" Thomas said, "does 'wilderness' mean the soil is dead and trees can't grow? Does it mean there's no hope left in the land?"

"What a funny thing to think of!" said Mrs. Small.

"I did say the house stood alone," Mr. Small said. "Thomas was thinking of that."

"No, I was thinking about North Carolina and Great-grandmother," said Thomas. "I was thinking that Great-grandmother and all the other old people had lived in wilderness just forever almost. Maybe that's why she wouldn't come with us. Maybe she thought she was only changing one wilderness for another."

Mr. Small was silent for a time. "Some folks might think a hundred-mile stretch of pine was wilderness," he said, "although you wouldn't, Thomas, because you grew up in pine country. And some might call the prairie wilderness, but I suspect it must have looked pretty good to the pioneer. No, I meant by 'wilderness' that the house itself has about it an atmosphere of desolation."

"But you say it's by a town," said Thomas.

"Yes," Mr. Small said.

"And you say it sits alone."

"Absolutely alone," Mr. Small answered. "There's no way to describe the feel of it or its relation to the town. You have to see it and know about it that way."

"I wish we'd hurry and get there," Thomas said. "It feels like we've been riding forever."

They lapsed into silence. Thomas could think of no better birthday present than to have the new house suit him. He wanted to like it in the same way he liked the masses of clouds in front of a storm or the dark wood of the pine forest back home.

His father had given him a book for his birthday. It was a volume, bound in real leather, about the Civil War, the Underground Railroad and slaves. Thomas loved the smell of real leather, and he rubbed the book lightly back and forth beneath his nose. Then he leaned back, flipping idly through the pages. In a moment his brothers were nestled against him, but Thomas did not even notice.

He had come across a curious piece of information earlier. Of the one hundred thousand slaves who fled from the South to Canada between 1810 and 1850, forty thousand of them had passed through Ohio. Thomas didn't know why this fact surprised him, yet it did. He knew a lot about slaves. His father had taught Civil War history in North Carolina. He would be teaching it in Ohio in the very town in which they were going to live. He had taught Thomas even more history than Thomas cared to know. Thomas knew that Elijah Anderson had been the "superintendent" of the Underground Railroad in Ohio and that he had finally died in prison in Kentucky. He knew that in the space of seven years, one thousand slaves had died in Kentucky. But the fact that forty thousand escaping slaves had fled through Ohio started him thinking.

Ohio will be my new home, he thought. A lot of those slaves must have stayed in Ohio because Canada was farther than they could have believed. Or they had liked Elijah Anderson so much, they'd just stayed with him. Or maybe once they saw the Ohio River, they thought it was the Jordan and that the Promised Land lay on the other side.

The idea of exhausted slaves finding the Promised Land on the banks of the Ohio River pleased Thomas. He'd never seen the Ohio River, but he could clearly imagine freed slaves riding horses up and down its slopes. He pictured the slaves living in great communities as had the Iroquois, and they had brave leaders like old Elijah Anderson.

"Papa …" Thomas said.

"Yes, Thomas," said Mr. Small.

"Do you ever wonder if any runaway slaves from North Carolina went to Ohio?"

Mr. Small was startled by the question. He laughed and said, "You've been reading the book I gave you. I'm glad, it's a good book. I'm sure some slaves fled from North Carolina. They escaped from all over the South, and it's likely that half of them passed through Ohio on their way to Canada."

Thomas sank back into his seat, arranging his sprawling brothers against him. He smoothed his hand over the book and had half a mind to read it from cover to cover. He would wake the twins and read it all to them. They loved for him to read aloud, even though they couldn't understand very much.

No, thought Thomas. They are tired from being up late last night. They will only cry.

Thomas' brothers were named Billy and Buster and they knew all sorts of things. Once Thomas had taken up a cotton ball just to show them about it. They understood right away what it was. They had turned toward Great-grandmother Jeffers' house. She had a patch of cotton in her garden, and they must have seen her chopping it.

They loved pine, as Thomas did, although they couldn't whittle it. Thomas' papa said the boys probably never would be as good at whittling as he was. Thomas had a talent for wood sculpture, so his father said. There were always folks coming from distances offering Thomas money for what he had carved. But Thomas kept most of his carvings for himself. He had a whole box of figures tied up in the trailer attached to the car. He intended placing them on counters and mantles all over the new house.

Thomas could sit in front of his brothers, carving an image out of pine, and they would jump and roll all around him. When the carving was finished, the twin for whom it was made would grab it and crawl off with it. Thomas never need say, and never once were the twins wrong in knowing what carving was for which boy.

They were fine brothers, Thomas knew.

If the new house is haunted, he thought, the twins will tell me!

CHAPTER 2

THE SEDAN HEADED through the Pisgah National Forest in the Blue Ridge Mountains, and then out of North Carolina. Thomas had seen a sign and knew exactly when they entered Virginia.

"That's done with," he said to himself.

If Mr. Small noticed they had left their home state, he gave no hint. Mrs. Small slept or at least kept her eyes closed. The twins awoke, and Mr. Small told Thomas to give them their lunch. Soon the boys were subdued, staring out the windows and eating, looking far below at the bank upon bank of mist nestled in the deep valleys of the Blue Ridge.

Thomas was thinking about the new house in Ohio. The house was a relic with secret passages and rooms. In Civil War times it had been one of the houses on the Underground Railroad system, which was a resting and hiding place for slaves fleeing through the North to Canada. Such houses had been secretly called "stations."

When Thomas' father read about the station house for rent in Ohio, he had written to the foundation that owned it for a full report. For years he had hoped to explore and possibly live in a house on the Underground Railroad. Now was his chance. But not until he saw the report did he find out how important the Ohio station had been. Those who ran the house in Ohio had an even greater task than the care and concealment of running slaves. They actually encouraged the slaves to let themselves be caught and returned to slavery!


(Continues...)

Excerpted from The House of Dies Drear by Virginia Hamilton. Copyright © 1982 Virginia Hamilton. Excerpted by permission of OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2007

    Spooky and good

    A great tale of an old house used in the Underground Railroad lived in by new people who experience the supernatural. Ghosts, heritage and history.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2007

    SWEET BOOK!!!!!

    Thomas Small snd his family leave their home in North Carolina for Ohio where they live in an old house used in the Underground Rail Road. Thomas is a 13 year old very observative boy. He and his father explore the tunnels found under their house. Thomas hears scary noises and becomes afraid. After meeting the Darrow family and Mr. Pluto, Mr. Small and Thomas explore the tunnels and find out that the real Mr. Pluto is sick down there and his son was pretending to be him.The story is good but kind of confusing. I ENJOYED IT GREATL!!!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 15, 2011

    movies great

    we watched the movie in class and although it was creepy it wad good

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2010

    not so good

    this book was not what i expected. it dragged on and on. it was very hard to get into the book. every time i was forced to read another chapter was dreadful. i had to read it in school. i personally did not like it at all. for picky readers i do not suggest this book.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2010

    Interesting.

    '' Dies Drear '' is a good book. The author seemed to describe things very well. This was the best I read this year. I liked the theme and the way things worked out in the end. I did not expect the ending to be played out the way it did. It had some haunted-based parts. The book had good characters that i enjoyed reading about. I will recommend this book to anyone who likes to read ghost stories & mysteries.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 19, 2009

    The best book i have read yet in my 8th grade year.

    ERA's Book Review
    The amazing novel, The House of Dies Drear, is made up of, what I say is, Historical Fiction and Mystery. This novel doesn't just teach you a little more about the Underground Railroad, it takes in an amazing ride through the walls and passages of a house that was used a lot by the slaves, and other people running away from slavery. The author, Virginia Hamilton, should get the best book award, because this book is the coolest I've read in my 8th grade year.
    Let me tell you something, I don't suggest this book to people that get scared really easily or kids from ages 0-10 for the following reasons:
    1. Book is a high level book, so it's harder to read.
    2. Has scaring factors for children ages 0-8.
    This book kept me hypnotized by its amazing writing. It is built to give the reader a small scare, but a picture of what's going on (for those of you that can't really imagine things). If you don't really like reading, I recommend this book definitely, because it has such a great plot and it gives you what I call snap shots of what is going on in the story. This book is amazing and will never bore you, this book is built tough and is in my top ten lists of books I've read.
    Thank You Virginia Hamilton for your great writting skills.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 5, 2009

    A Must Read!

    A piece of history woven into a great story. You will fall in love with the characters because of the descriptive language, and the rich historical details that make you feel like you are right there.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2008

    awsome!!!!!

    this book was awsome! i had to read it for english class and i thought it would be boring, but once you get into it you can't put it down!! i thought it was the most entertaining book i had every read in school. keep on reading good books

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2013

    Kinda boring...

    I haf read this in a lit circle in class and my group hsd to go into the hall. The begining was REALLY BORING so we messed around A LOT. It was near te end of the school year so we didnt get to finish it. But we got a little further into the book and we were sad we didnt et to read more. But what i DID read was BORING and we only got to a little bit of a good part :(

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2013

    Great

    This is a very good book. I read it at school , and loves it !

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2013

    Fabulous

    Great suspense and description

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2012

    Bleh

    We are reading this dumb book in class.

    1 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2007

    A reviewer

    I watched the movie in my fourth grade class but the book is even better

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2007

    Inspired

    I read The House of Dies Drear in 1984 when I was ten years old. It's a brilliant and powerful book that's haunted me (in a good way) ever since then. I am delighted by the reviews I see here from kids in lower and middle school -- please keep reading, you guys!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2006

    A Great Book!

    This book is one of the books I read for English Class and it is not one of those boring ones. It has a great plot, as well as a lot of action. It is boring at first, but you'll seriously get into it. Recommended for Middle Schoolers. It is a mystery and has history is related to most of it. Enjoy!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2006

    Boring

    I thought The House of Dies Drear was boring. Some parts were good, but most were confusing. I don't really remember exactly what happened since I read this last year, but I do recall how much I hated it. Personally, my favorite part of the whole book was the end, because that meant it was over.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2006

    EXELLENT READ!!!

    Are you a fan of mystery and history rapped in one? If so, this book is for you. Thomas Small and his family move to the House of Dies Drear, in Ohio and find out the mysteries of the Underground Railroad it holds. The legend is that old Dies Drear and the two slaves that were killed still haunt the house. In the beginning of the book you think about not reading anymore, the book doesn¿t seem interesting. After a few chapters, you don¿t want to set the book down. All the characters also have a way to keep you reading. Mr. Pluto, Thomas and Pesty, just to name a few of the best, in my opinion. This book reminds me of Freedom Train, because they both talk about the Underground Railroad. If I had to state the theme, I think it would be if you don¿t like something, overtime you¿ll get used to it because Thomas didn¿t like Mr. Drear¿s house or the mysterious Mr. Pluto, but he got used to them. I would recommend this book to any age, young or old. It truly is a good read. If you want to know more you¿ll have to read the book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2014

    good

    It is good if you actually understand what is going on and what the people are

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2014

    Very good for historical fiction people

    This book has a great mystery to it as well as awesome description and many unquie vocabulary

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 1, 2014

    BOOOOORING

    i was forced to read this book in class....i failed the test and so did many other people.....its the most boring book i have ever read

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