The Knife That Killed Me

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Paul Vanderman could be at any normal high school where bullies, girls, and annoying teachers are just part of life. But “normal” doesn’t apply when it comes to the school’s biggest bully, Roth—a twisted and threatening thug with an evil agenda.

When Paul ends up delivering a message from Roth to the leader of a gang at a nearby school, it fuels a rivalry with immediate consequences. Paul attempts to distance himself from the feud, but somehow Roth keeps finding reasons for him ...

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Paul Vanderman could be at any normal high school where bullies, girls, and annoying teachers are just part of life. But “normal” doesn’t apply when it comes to the school’s biggest bully, Roth—a twisted and threatening thug with an evil agenda.

When Paul ends up delivering a message from Roth to the leader of a gang at a nearby school, it fuels a rivalry with immediate consequences. Paul attempts to distance himself from the feud, but somehow Roth keeps finding reasons for him to stick around. Then one day Roth hands him a knife. And even though Paul is scared, he has never felt so powerful.

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Kirkus Reviews
Paul Varderman, a Year Nine student at his mediocre local school, is caught between the quiet acceptance of the outcast students and the harsh domination of the school bully, Roth. Attempting to divide himself between the two groups, Paul encounters increasing resistance that eventually forces him to choose a side-a choice with deadly consequences. McGowan has two perfectly honed narrative modes: "leader of the freaks" Shane's calm and collected recollections and Paul's reactive and uncertain voice. There is a definite "import" flavor to the tale; British slang peppers the text, and some of the terms will be unfamiliar to American readers. It won't keep them from getting caught up in the story, though. The gradual swell of tension in the narrative is a counterpoint to the bland normality of Paul's daily life, an existence that the author accurately captures page after page. Depicting brutality without a hint of glamour, this tale of alienation and reaction cuts deeply into school culture and the teenage mind. (Fiction. YA)
Publishers Weekly
McGowan's third novel is a dramatic page-turner and gripping meditation on power and violence. Narrating from “a gray place,” teenager Paul Vardeman takes readers back to his rigid Catholic high school, where the teachers can be as cruel as the students (“It was a place where you always felt like there was a belt around your chest, tightening, squeezing, and another weight on your head, keeping you bowed down, eyes to the ground”). When a manipulative bully forces Paul to deliver a gruesome package to a rival school's gang leader, it reignites longstanding hostilities, which rapidly escalate. Insecure and conflicted, Paul is pushed further down a dark road, which McGowan (Jack Tumor) counterbalances with Paul's growing friendship with a group of outsider students, “the freaks,” including his crush. A sense of dread never really dissipates as the story hurtles toward an epic, primal battle, but McGowan has twists in store, making the final scenes as surprising as they are inevitable. The language often borders on mythic, giving the novel an unsettling, ancient quality, not unlike that of violence itself. Ages 14-up. (Apr.)
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—McGowan's use of in-your-face reality about high school pressures and gang violence makes the action in this story ring true. When Roth, the school bully, hones in on Paul Varderman, giving him a package to deliver to the leader of a rival gang in another school, Paul finds he cannot refuse, and he ends up in the middle of a turf war. Even the misfits who follow Roth around do what he says because they are so afraid of defying him. Roth's rivals decide to retaliate, and Paul must decide whether to join the fight or walk away. The teen has been struggling with the need to be part of something, to have a sense of belonging. The energy and excitement he feels when Roth hands him a knife are unlike anything he has felt before. This novel about tough choices and the consequences surrounding them is YA fiction at its best.—Katie Hageman, Gar-Field High School, Woodbridge, VA
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375855160
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 10/11/2011
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 670,862
  • Age range: 14 - 17 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.60 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 0.60 (d)

Meet the Author

Anthony McGowan was born in Manchester, brought up in Leeds, and lives in London. His previous novels for young adults are Hellbent and Jack Tumor.

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The Knife That Killed Me

By Anthony Mcgowan

Delacorte Books for Young Readers

Copyright © 2010 Anthony Mcgowan
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780385907163


The knife that killed me was a special knife. Its blade was inscribed with magical runes from a lost language, and the metal glimmered with a thousand colors, iridescent as a peacock's tail or the slick of petrol on a puddle. It was made from a meteorite that had plunged to Earth after a journey of a hundred million miles. The heat of entry burned off its crust of brittle rock, leaving a core of iron infused with traces of iridium, titanium, platinum and gold. It was first forged into a blade in ancient Persia, where, set in a hilt of ivory and rhino horn, it passed from hand to hand, worshipped and feared for its power. From Persia it was looted by Alexander the Great, who plucked it from the fingers of King Darius as he lay dying. With Alexander it went to India, where it severed the tendons of the war elephants of Porus, leaving the beasts to vent their fury on the dry earth with thrashing tusks. With Alexander's death the blade was lost to history for three hundred years before it emerged again, taken by Julius Caesar from the royal treasury of Cleopatra. For two centuries it was worn by Roman emperors, and this was the knife that the mad Caligula used to cut the child from his sister's womb. The blade went east again with Valerian, to subdue the barbarians. Five legions perished in the desert,pierced by Parthian arrows, and the emperor's last sight on this earth was his own knife as it cut out his eyes. And for how long did he feel the cool intensity of its edge as he was flayed, and his skin made into a fleshy bag for horseshit, a gory trophy for the victor's temple? From Parthians it passed to Arabs, driven in their conquest by the fervor of faith. And then, at parley, the brave but covetous eye of Richard Coeur de Lion saw the glimmer in Saladin's belt, and that noble Saracen gave up the knife for the sake of peace. With Richard it arrived at last in England. Again a thing of secret worship, dark rites, unholy acts, it moved like an illness of the blood from generation to generation, exquisite but cursed. Until finally, after its journey of eons, it came to me and found its home in my heart.

Yes, a special knife; a cruel knife; a subtle knife.

I wish.

Well, I've had a long time to think about it.

So, now, the truth.

The knife that killed me wasn't a special knife at all. It didn't have any runes on it. Its handle wasn't made of ivory and rhino horn, but cheap black plastic. It was a kitchen knife from Woolworths, and its blade wobbled like a loose tooth.

But it did the job.


I'm in a gray place now. It could be worse, as hells go. I always thought that hell would burn you, but here I'm cold.

They've told me to write it all out. Why it happened. Why I did it. They said I had to write the truth. But then they said I had to use nice words, so half of this is a lie, because the real words weren't nice at all. You'll have to imagine those words, the ones that aren't nice. I'm sure you can manage that.

No computers here. Just paper and a pen and a big old dictionary, so I get the spelling right.

So I'm remembering. And you know how it is when you remember things. They get jumbled up, the old with the new, the now with the then. But sometimes I find the place and I'm there, utterly, completely, and the people are talking and moving and I'm with them again.

Like now.

I am in a field. The gypsy field, next to the school. There are bodies around me. Bodies entwined. Arms move up and down. Bodies fall. Feet stamp.

When it began, there were shouts, screams, sounds that seemed to come out of the middle of guts and chests, not out of mouths at all. But now there are only the low grunts of hard effort and lower moans from the fallen. And I am among them, but not one of them--one of the fighters, I mean.

I have seen a face I know. Eyes wide with terror. A bigger face is above the face I know, animal hands holding it, the knuckles on the fingers white with the work of it. And the big face has bared its teeth, and the teeth move to the smaller face, the face I know, and the teeth rake down the face, frustrated, not getting purchase, slipping over the tight skin, the shaven head.

I did not know that it would come to this, to biting, to eating.

Are we truly beasts?

I am pushed to the ground, my knees leaving hollows in the wet earth. And I want to move. Either away or toward. To do something. But I have been burned to this spot, like one of the ashy bodies cooked to stillness in Pompeii. Only my eyes can move.

But that's enough for me to see it coming.

The knife that will kill me.

It is in the hand of a boy.

The boy is blurred, but the knife is clear.

He has just taken it from the inside pocket of his blazer.

There is something strange about the way the world is moving. I can see an outline of his arm--I mean, a series of outlines--tracing the motion from his pocket. A ghost trail of outlines. And so there is no motion, just these images, each one still, each one closer to me.

He is coming to kill me.

Now would be a good time to run.

I cannot run.

I am too afraid to run.

But I don't want to die here in the gypsy field, my blood flowing into the wet earth.

I must stop this.

And there is a way.

It comes to me now.

Part of it but not all of it.

Maths. Mr. McHale. A sunny afternoon, and no one listening. He tells us about Zeno's Paradox. The one with fast-running Apollo and the tortoise. If only I could remember it. But I'm not good at school. All I know about is war, battles, armies, learned from my dad, whose chief love is war.

But I have to remember, because the knife is coming. Each moment perfectly still, yet each one closer.





How can that be?

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    Posted December 27, 2011

    Good book! You should read it :)

    U should read it

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    Posted April 10, 2012

    The Knife That Killed Me

    Alright so i was reading the book. When i got to the part where it tells about how he was shoved against the walls and how Paul would have no friends made me think of how i am now but relizeing Paul fought for his school and thought he was doin the rite thing but when he kills Shane his true and only friend he relizes he does the most terrible thing ever. I personally loved this book i give it a million thumbs up and advise u to read this!

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    Posted January 21, 2012

    Really.. whats it about(:


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