Party Girl [NOOK Book]

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The room smells of sweat, smoke, beer, and longing.

The music pulses, the lights flash, and Kata and Ana dance. For a moment the raucous crowd is tamed, and together the two girls soar above their lives. but then the deafening applause sends the dancers crashing down to earth, back to the gang wars, the ...
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Overview

The room smells of sweat, smoke, beer, and longing.

The music pulses, the lights flash, and Kata and Ana dance. For a moment the raucous crowd is tamed, and together the two girls soar above their lives. but then the deafening applause sends the dancers crashing down to earth, back to the gang wars, the gunfire, and the only way of life they know.

In a neighborhood consumed by violence, every day may be a gang member's last. And sometimes the only life you can hope to save is your own.

From the Paperback edition.

The death of her best friend Ana in a drive-by shooting causes fifteen-year-old Kata to question her position in the Los Angeles gang life.

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Editorial Reviews

VOYA - Jamie Hansen
Kata and Ana, Ana and Kata-amigas and gang members-are inseparable until a bullet from a drive-by shooting takes Ana out of gang life forever. Consumed with grief and hate, Kata searches for something to destroy, perhaps even herself. Ultimately, Kata realizes that another death cannot bring Ana back and that her only salvation lies in quitting the life. Party Girl tries to crowd too much into its brief pages; Kata's promiscuous alcoholic mother, the gang members and their problems, the conflict over leaving the gang, Ana's pregnancy, and Kata's attempts to save Ana's little sister from the life are just a few of the plot threads that never really mesh into a cohesive fabric.

The novel is really a series of set pieces, including vignettes of a drive-by shooting; hanging with the homies sharing tequila, forties, and weed; and a young girl's funeral. Better editing might have helped create a more cohesive plot and stronger character development. Pocho, the father of Ana's child; Kata's foster brother, Kikicho, crippled in a drive-by and ready to quit the gang; and Ana and Kata themselves, never really become fully alive to the reader. The blend of mysticism and gangbanger hip is also confusing. Even the jacket art, which reproduces an especially sentimental illustration from a prayer card for the soul in purgatory, is likely to put off browsers. Offer your leaders Léon Bing's Do or Die (HarperPerennial, 1992) for a real-life examination of the LA gang scene.

VOYA Codes: 2Q 2P J S (Better editing or work by the author might have warranted a 3Q, For the YA reader with a special interest in the subject, Junior High-defined as grades 7 to 9 and Senior High-defined as grades 10 to 12).

School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up-Kata and Ana have been inseparable since fourth grade. Kata helped Ana learn English when her family came to L.A. from Mexico, then Ana helped Kata keep up with her schoolwork whenever she had to take care of her mother. The girls, now 14, dreamed together, danced together, and joined a gang together. They are together the night Ana, who confides to Kata that she is pregnant, is shot and killed by a member of a rival gang. Kata narrates the progression of her grief: her anger, desire for revenge, and her guilt over luring Ana into "the life." Kata relates the events that eventually give her the courage to rise above her difficult circumstances and strive for a positive future. Ewing writes convincingly of Kata's gritty life in the barrio with her alcoholic mother, her desperately hopeless homeys, and the release and joy she finds in dancing competitions. Kata is one tough cookie. She needs that toughness to survive. But she finds in herself the additional capacity to care for others, whether it's her dissipated mother, the gang member who tries to hide the pain of his mother's desertion, or the boy who seemed to have won Ana's love. In just over 100 pages, Ewing makes readers care for Kata and wish her well.-Miriam Lang Budin, Mt. Kisco Public Library, NY
Maeve Visser Knoth
When Kata's best friend and fellow gang member Ana is killed in a drive-by shooting, Kata looks first for revenge and finally for a way to make sense of the loss. Although she and her friends have been to many funerals, and expect that dying young is the price they will pay for living on the edge, Kata cannot imagine surviving without Ana. Her mother is an alcoholic who has a string of men but no energy to raise a daughter, and her fellow gang members are as quick to cut one another as they are to argue about respect or sleep with one another's lovers or chase down and kill a rival gang member. As the short novel unfolds, Kata tracks down the boy she is sure killed Ana, only to find out that her life need not be defined by gang boundaries and that her assumptions about who the enemy really is are not all correct. Like the characters themselves, the novel is a mix of sophistication and innocence. The grim realities, while not romanticized, are tempered by a gently hopeful ending. Ewing's novel does not make for light reading, but she creates a portrait of a girl and a society that gives some substance to the brief reports of gang shootings on the evening news.
--Horn Book
Kirkus Reviews
Ana and Kata have been friends since fourth grade, so close that they had become a part of one another. When they dance at the battle of the go-gos they move in perfect synchrony to the pounding beat, and nothing exists but the music and each other. Then Ana is gunned down by members of a rival gang, and Kata is torn between her desire for revenge and her yearning to "face out" and quit the life. In a relatively small number of pages, Ewing captures the pulse and rhythm of the setting, from the Los Angeles neighborhood and snatches of conversation in Spanish, to the staccato footsteps of Kata and Ana in their hot pants and five-inch heels. The fast-paced narration features some riveting action and close-ups of a world where teenagers literally have no futures. Unfortunately, Ewing doesn't give relationships, family situations, and emotions more than cursory psychological summaries; readers never feel . . . that they have slipped into the characters' skins. Nevertheless, this is a gripping look at a fascinating, often ruthless, urban world.
From the Publisher
"After reading the first two pages, you'll want to finish the book in one sitting." —Teen People

"Expertly describes the culture of Hispanic gangs...an excellent book." —Chicago Tribune

"A gripping look at a fascinating, often ruthless, urban world." —Kirkus Reviews

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307477750
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 5/12/2010
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 128
  • Sales rank: 740,545
  • Age range: 14 years
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Lynne Ewing writes extensively for magazines, television, and film. Her first book for young adults, Drive-By, was an American Library Association Quick Pick and a New York Public Library Book for the Teen Age. Ms. Ewing spent several years working for the Los Angeles County Department of Public Social Services as a bilingual employee before turning to writing as a full-time career. She lives in Los Angeles, California.

From the Paperback edition.

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Wind littered the cemetery with eucalyptus leaves and broken branches. I waited away from the others in the old section, lost in a field of granite headstones and marble angels.

My homies stood, uninvited, at Ana's open grave. The security guard with the yellow beard had asked them to leave. When they wouldn't he asked Ana's mother if she wanted him to call the sheriff. She didn't want the sheriff at Ana's funeral.

It had to be confusing to Ana's mother and sisters, sitting so rigid on folding chairs under the green plastic awning, wondering why these gangbangers had come to Ana's funeral. I prayed no one told them the truth: that we were Ana's other family.

A sudden gust of wind whipped the ribbons from Maggie's hand, and black satin strips fluttered around the mourners like dancing snakes.

My homies pushed around the casket, dropping pink and purple flowers onto the white lacquered surface as the machinery cranked and lowered Ana into the grave. Suddenly I saw us all lined up, pushing and crowding, trying to be the next one to climb into the casket with Ana. We were zombies, the walking dead, and maybe that was how we could do the things we did. Some part of us knew we were dead already. I hadn't shot anyone -- yet -- but I knew I could. Kill. I wanted to find the guy the killed Ana and blast him.

When I started to leave, a gentle breeze touched the back of my neck and made me look up. I don't know what I expected to see. Machula with Ana in his boat, sailing across the clouds? I watched for a long time. Somehow I knew that Ana wasn't in the grave anymore, and I thought if I looked hard enough I might see her in the sky.

That afternoon we gathered down at the riverbed. I put on my black sweatshirt then and sat on a block of crumbling cement that had once been part of a flood-control channel. I didn't want to be there with everyone drinking and getting stoned, but Kikicho had talked me into coming because it was supposed to be for Ana. Kikicho sat next to me, his canes resting on the black mud and grass in front of us. I liked the way he stroked my back, soft and gentle, as if I were delicate and might break.

Pocho had stolen a white curly-haired puppy with brown spots like freckles across its face, and a long fuzzy tail. He yelled at the little dog, making it cower, tail between its legs, its fat belly shivering. Pocho laughed like it was really funny to see the puppy cringe. He was showing off for Serena. She was a fool to be impressed, but she was laughing like she was seeing a circus of clowns, her red lips waiting for Pocho's kiss now that Ana was gone. She had taken off her sweatshirt and unbuttoned her shirt, saying it was too hot, but we all knew what she was doing.

"Stop it, Pocho!" I yelled finally. "Leave that little dog alone."

"Don't watch him," Kikicho whispered, his breath warm and soft on my cheek.

"Don't tell me what to do," I said.

"I'm not telling you," he said, and took my hand.

"It sounded like it," I said.

"I just don't want Pocho to get you more upset," he said. "You don't need it today."

"I'm sorry," I said after a pause.

"Por que siempre estamos peleando?" he said softly, and kissed my hand. "Que problema hay?"

"We're not always fighting," I said, and then I smiled big and sweet the way my mother does at men to melt their anger.

Kikicho smiled back at me. "Come on, I'll make you that teardrop for Ana."

"Okay," I said.

He drew a tear under my right eye with an ink pen, then took a needle and began sticking it into my skin where he had drawn the teardrop to make a tattoo.

"You think she's close enough to see?" I asked. "Ana, I mean."

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I do."

I kept my eyes open the whole time, watching my reflection in the black pupils of his deep brown eyes as he pricked my skin with the needle. When he finished, he kissed the teardrop. A smear of blood and ink stained his full lips. Then he kissed me so gently I wasn't sure our lips had touched until he kissed me again. He wasn't rough like other boys. Sometimes I wondered how he could like me when there were so many girls who did themselves up so fine to please the boys and let the boys own them.

"Why don't you get yourself a real girlfriend?" I said.

"You're my lady," he said.

"I don't give you what you want," I answered.

"How do you know what I want?" he said.

"I know," I said.

He shook his head.

"What?" I said.

"It feels like you want to start an argument with me."

"No, I don't," I said, but my words came out angry and I knew he was right.

Then a squeal made me jump up. The puppy had started to pee, and Pocho, impatient to hold it, had yanked the dog into his arms before it had finished, and the dog had dribbled on his Pendleton. He cursed the dog and threw it down. The dog whimpered as if it understood the words. Pocho threw his beer can. Beer foam exploded over the dog and made it yelp and turn in tight circles.

Kikicho held my arm. He knew what I was thinking. I jerked away and ran to the shivering dog. I picked it up, kissing its ear, and wiped its wet fur with my sweatshirt.

"Pocho, you're a fool," I said. "Dogs don't give you anything but love, and you treat it like this?"

"You don't even know what love is," Pocho said.

I wrapped the puppy in my sweatshirt and started walking away with it.

"Where you going?" Pocho yelled. "That's my dog." When I didn't stop, he ran after me and grabbed my arm, his black eyes dangerous and angry.

I pulled away from him. He grabbed my arm again and looked at me with hard, dull eyes.

"The others may be afraid of you, but not me," I said.

He tried to take the dog, but I wouldn't let him. "I know you, Pocho," I said in a fierce whisper through my teeth. I could hear Kikicho's canes rattling and thumping the soft ground, coming closer. Pocho's grabbing me was an insult too close to the bone. To save face, Kikicho had to fight him, but I knew he couldn't, not standing with two canes.

"The little dog doesn't want you anymore," I said, making each word slow and deliberate. I knew how to hurt Pocho. "Doesn't want you no more."

He pushed me away, and I started running, the puppy bobbing in my arms.

"Kata, come back!" Kikicho yelled.

"I got to get home to my mother," I said without looking back as I ran up the slope toward the freeway.

"Don't go by yourself," he yelled. "The guys that got Ana are probably out looking for you."

"I'll be careful," I said.

"It's not safe," he yelled back, anger breaking his words.

I was disgracing him by not going back, but I couldn't stand being there with all of them, drinking and smoking, the music pounding loud on the boom box and Ana in her grave.

When I reached the top of the slope, I turned back and stepped onto a cement wall that had once been used to guide floodwaters. "How can all of you act like this is a normal afternoon?" I shouted down at them. "Ana's not coming back."

Pocho grabbed Serena's malt liquor and threw it at me.

"We all loved Ana," he yelled.

"Then why are you flirting with Serena like a matador courting a bull?" I said, and turned away.

The sun fell behind eucalyptus trees, pines, and oleanders, once a freeway beautification project to hide the flood-control channels, now a home to winos and the homeless. I hadn't gone far when I heard leaves crackling behind me.

I stopped and listened.

"Who's there?" I said softly, thinking Pocho might have followed me.

The wind rushed through the oleander branches, blowing the pink blossoms forward as if someone were making a path through the thick foliage towards me, but I couldn't see anyone in the moving shadows. Maybe it had only been the wind, or a cat, or someone's dog that had startled me.

I started walking again, the puppy whimpering in my arms, the wind howling around me, blowing dust into my eyes. That's when I heard someone's footsteps heavy behind me, like the hounds of hell padding after me to take me back where I belonged.

"Who's there?" I shouted.

When no one answered, I took off in a dead run, the puppy bumping against me. Whoever it was raced behind me, twigs breaking underfoot.

I turned toward the freeway underpass. A fire burned across my chest as I ran through the urine-soaked cement walkway and jumped across two homeless men lolling against the wall with a bottle of tequila.

Footsteps slapped behind me.

I burst out into an open field on the other side of the freeway, set the puppy down, and felt on the ground until my hands found a big rock. I hid behind a bottlebrush tree, my back tense and rigid, my hand ready to throw the rock.

Fear surged through my body, suffocating me with the certainty that there was someone near, watching me.

I waited a long time.

But nothing stirred. Had I only imagined the footsteps? I decided the only way to find out if someone was stalking me was to make myself visible. I held my breath and stepped from behind the bottlebrush tree.

"Come out and fight!" I yelled.

A breeze ruffled through my hair like a stranger's fingers. If someone was still there, hidden behind the oleander bushes, he chose not to show himself.

Finally I picked up the dog and walked to the street. I kept casting glances over my shoulder, expecting to see someone suddenly spring from a bush and grab me.

I stopped at Thrifty and went to the rows of vitamins in the back near the pharmacy. I wanted something for Mom, something to help her keep her promise, but I didn't know what to get her. When no one was looking, I stuffed brown bottles of vitamins C and A and multiples in the back pockets of my bagged-out jeans and pulled my sweatshirt low to cover the bulges. Usually Ana came with me, and I stole perfume and makeup while she kept the salesclerk busy with talk about condoms, tampons, and douches. Then on the way home we'd laugh at all the questions Ana had asked and try to think of new questions that were even more embarrassing for her to ask the next time. A rush of loneliness for Ana came over me. I held the puppy to my face, its wet tongue licking my nose, to keep the tears from coming. I wondered who could make me laugh again.

I grabbed a can of dog food, stuffed it in my waistband, and walked up to the cash register, my face a stone, the vitamins rattling in my pockets. I picked up a pack of Tic Tacs and shook them like maracas to cover the sound of the pills clicking in the bottles in my pockets. Then I gave the cashier a dollar.

The cashier didn't look at my face. Her eyes wandered through the store over boxes of chocolate-covered cherries and cans of tuna as if she were taking inventory.

I stopped shaking the Tic Tacs and tried to figure out what she was seeing. Then the store manager walked over to us with quick steps that made me nervous. My legs tensed, ready to dodge him and run out the door.

"Dogs aren't allowed in the store," he said, his voice like tumbling gravel.

"What?" the cashier said. She looked around her counter as if she were trying to find the dog, then looked up and saw the puppy resting in my arms.

"Sorry," I said, and shook the Tic Tacs. "I'll leave the dog home next time."

When the manager walked away, the cashier handed me the change. I took the coins, and when she looked away again I grabbed three rolls of Life Savers and walked outside.

A block later I stopped and stared in the window of a botanica crowded with articulos religiosos, bright-colored flowers and herbs, and statues of Jesus, saints, and fierce-looking deities I didn't know. A handmade sign advertised the prices of ducks, chickens, and female goats for sacrifices to the Santeria god of the seas.

Two women dressed in white, wearing beaded bracelets, went through the front door. Brass bells on woven strings bounced against the glass, and heavy rosewood-smelling incense rushed over me in a thick pink cloud.

The door stayed open, as if inviting me inside. I stepped closer. Brass charms, candles inscribed with prayers, and packets of roots, leaves, and herbal remedies line the walls behind the counter.

An old bent woman biting a thick cigar gave me a strange look and walked over to the entrance, the hem of her long yellow dress sweeping across the floor.

"Ah, you are a bad one, you are," she said, the cigar wagging at the corner of her mouth as she spoke. "You got no future. No future on your face. None at all." She smiled and blew smoke into my face.

I breathed in the acrid smoke.

"You need a cure, I think. I could give you what you need. But you got to pay the price, eh?"

She slammed the door.

I stood looking at my reflection, wondering what she had seen on my face. That I was a murderer? Had forced my best friend onto the street and to her death? I felt suddenly hot even with the devil winds spinning down the street.

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  • Posted September 6, 2011

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    LOVED IT!!

    I read this book when I was in Middle School. I picked it up at random. It was a great book. I am now 23 and still remember this book. It is one of my favorites.But we all have dif tastes. I did learn from this book. The hardest thing is to let go of the gang life and start all over...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 20, 2003

    Ewing does it again!

    Has there ever been a time that you have been so depressed, feel so dead inside, that you just want to fade away and never come back? Author Lynne Ewing has portrayed this in her book 'Party Girl'. A young girl named Kata experiences a life of pity and sorrow as she learns her best friend has died. Ewing makes a book that makes a young audience think. This book is for both men and women, any age!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 17, 2014

    Kevin

    I look down at your sexy body marveling at your curves

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2014

    To Dante

    I love eminem. Definetly LOSE YOURSELF~Kat

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2013

    Nicole

    Dante love ya

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2013

    Lexi

    While we slept we kept waking the tight rope

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2013

    Jade

    No clue :/ -jade

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 19, 2013

    Gea

    Yeahh.. i mean im not assuming anything thing bause idk her but either that or something minor... i get like tht once in a blue moon

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 17, 2013

    SEBRA

    WALKS IN AND DOES THE HARLEM SHAKE

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2013

    IS ANY1 ONNNN?!!:(((

    ~Ree..

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    Posted July 21, 2013

    Brittany to ree

    Please dont say that whats the matter

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    Posted July 16, 2012

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    To #1 girl no you shouldnt read it why would you ask that question?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2012

    Question

    Im only 9 do you think i should read it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 3, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    horrible writing

    I am school media specialist and this book was awful. I really liked "Drive-by" by this author, but this book was so poorly written. The character's transformation was unbelievable, the story was over the top, etc. I usually err on the side of "if kids will read it, put in the library's collection" even if it isn't great literature, but this book was terrible. I don't think my students would like it (but I guess the teen reviewers on BN did, so....)

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  • Posted December 19, 2008

    This book...

    Tells what its relly like for kids growing up in "the life". I know becuase I lived "the life" I'm porud to say that Im living that way anymore becuase I had a shocking experince that made me think by the time I'm 21 I don't want to be dead, disable, or locked up I want to live my life my way not the way the streets dictate. This book would be good for classes at inner city high schools it will really speak to them something that they can relate to and something they trully know about. I hope you all enjoy the book as much as I did.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2008

    It Should Be A Movie

    This book, 'Party Girl' waas the best book i have read so far. Even though it was kinda short, it still had a great plot and was a story that opens up your your train of thought. I personally never knew the t rue seriousness of gang violence, but after reading this book and got to experience a brief insight of how 'gang life' can be and how ruthless it is. I HIGHLY reccomend it be made into a movie.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2007

    NOT REAL...BUT OKAY

    This book is okay...i guess that for the people that dont know about the world of gangs they can know a little with this book. I didnt think it was such a great book because its not that real we need a book that is on the real [life of a (chola) meaning gangster girl] and tells u on the real so it can keep u entertained....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 19, 2006

    THIS BOOK REALLY OPENS YOUR MIND

    This book really opens up your mind. It makes u think twice if you would want to choose through the good or the bad music. I love this book because we started reading it in my teacher Mrs.H' class. She said herself that this book 'Party Girl' was her favorote book, but none of the students believed her. We thought that it was going to be a boring book. After the first day that we read it I liked it. This book really gave me a reason to read it. I only read book if they are non-ficion, or if they are interesting. By the next three days I had finished the book. I stayed up till 1:30 am to finish reading this book. Well I like this book because it talks about two girls that were once dancing with the right music, but one day just decided to go with the wrong music. Kata and Ana both joined the gang at a very young age. They both got tattos across their stomach with their gang names. Kata had a boyfriend named Kikicho and Ana's boyfriend's name was Pocho. Ana and Kata were in a dancing crew called outrageous chaos (O.C.). They would always go to dance competitions together. One day after a competition they were walking home and Ana decided to tell Kata the truth. She didn't like the life of gangs and violence. Ana was pregnat. But not by her boyfriend Pocho. Seconds later a car passes by them and poins a gun at them. Ana stood at the corner throwing up her gang sign towards the guy and Ana gets shot and killed. After that Kata felt as if she had no future without Ana. So after some time Kata doesn't like the life in gangs and decides to quit. I like this story and I recomend u to read it!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 13, 2006

    Party Girl

    The book I read was Party Girl. The book was about two girls, Ana and Kata who were involved in a gang and did really bad stuff.Then Ana got pregnant and eventually got shot and killed.Kata realized that she needed to quit the gang because she did not want to die because of the gang.My favorite part was when Kta and her mom got along and Kata quit her gang.I think that others should read this book because it talks about when joining a gang it can ruin your life easily.

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