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Throwing light on a dark problem

Parkland Middle School is a place the students call Darkland, because no one in it does much to stop the daily harassment of kids by other kids. Three bullied seventh graders use their smarts to get the better of their tormentors by starting an unofficial e-mail forum at school in which they publicize their experiences. Unexpectedly, lots of other kids come forward to confess their similar troubles, and it becomes clear that the problem at their ...

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Overview

Throwing light on a dark problem

Parkland Middle School is a place the students call Darkland, because no one in it does much to stop the daily harassment of kids by other kids. Three bullied seventh graders use their smarts to get the better of their tormentors by starting an unofficial e-mail forum at school in which they publicize their experiences. Unexpectedly, lots of other kids come forward to confess their similar troubles, and it becomes clear that the problem at their school is bigger than anyone knew. The school principal wants to clamp down on the operation, which she does when the trio, in their zealousness for revenge, libel a fellow student in what turns out to have been a setup. Now a new plan of attack is needed . . .

This suspenseful story of computer-era underground rebellion offers fresh perspectives on some of the most enduring themes in fiction for young readers.

 

The Revealers is a 2004 Bank Street - Best Children's Book of the Year.

Tired of being bullied and picked on, three seventh-grade outcasts join forces and, using scientific methods and the power of the Internet, begin to create a new atmosphere at Parkland Middle School.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
"The promise of the modern age is that information equals power, and in this entertaining and thoughtful tale, that notion is put to the test," according to PW. Ages 10-up. (Apr.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
VOYA
At the start of seventh grade, Russell's reality has changed. Suddenly he does not fit in, his friends are gone, and he is tormented repeatedly by the biggest bully at Parkland Middle School. Unsure of how to save himself, he seeks advice from Elliot Gekewicz, the kid that everyone picks on. The boys meet Catalina, a new girl who is being harassed by the cool girl clique. The three outcasts band together to create The Revealer, an e-mail newsletter that publishes bully encounters to the student body using the school's local area network (LAN). When Russell makes the most popular girl in school angry, she tricks him into publishing a false story. This action results in the principal prohibiting student access to the LAN. Predictably, when the revealers are at their lowest, they submit the winning entry in the Creative Science Fair, attracting the attention of the school board chair and regaining access to the LAN for the students. Teasing and bullying are pervasive problems in any middle school, but this book lacks a realistic feel. The characters are two-dimensional and do not speak like seventh graders. Also, it is unclear why the adults in the book do not take more action when youth are being slugged in the face and dropped off bridges. Although the use of the Internet to improve student life is an interesting concept, overall the book fails to engage the reader. VOYA CODES: 2Q 2P M (Better editing or work by the author might have warranted a 3Q; For the YA with a special interest in the subject; Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8). 2003, Farrar Straus Giroux, 224p., $16. Ages 11 to 14.
—Heather Acerro
Children's Literature
What happens if you are prey and continually stalked from the moment you leave school until you arrive home? Every waking moment you live in fear and continually plan survival strategies? When Russell starts 7th grade he becomes Richie's target and he doesn't know why. He decides to ask the two kids, Elliot and Catalina, who are lowest on the pecking order, the ones who are always being teased and picked on. While sticking together like a herd of plant-eating dinosaurs, they research better ways to handle bullies. Eliot decides to fight back with his tormentors, but ends up in the hospital. Catalina tells her story via email to every 7th grader and girls start noticing her and want to be her friend. On a special network set up for students, the threesome decides to reveal what is happening to other students who have been bullied. Bringing situations out in the open causes many students to help the underdog and reduce bullying. But one day, one of the bullies writes an anonymous letter accusing herself of plagiarism. When it is published in School-net, she shows her lawyer father who convinces the principal to put a stop to the student's network. Even though bullying had decreased significantly, the principal closes down access. Eliot, Catalina, and Russell find another way, however, to prove their results and bring about change. These three are not alone. Bullying is a real problem in many schools and this book could bring about more awareness. 2003, Farrar Straus and Giroux, Ages 10 to 14.
—Janet L. Rose
School Library Journal
Gr 5-7-Braiding a different twist on the old story of getting back at the school bullies, Wilhelm has created three characters with qualities that make them targets, but also make them capable of combining efforts and mounting a terrific, innovative defense. Russell, the narrator, finds himself mysteriously ignored by all except Richie, a bully with possibilities. Flummoxed, the seventh grader calls the school computer nerd for advice. Elliot is tiny, "obsessed with dinosaurs," and has a last name, Gekewicz, that ensures his social ostracism. Rounding out the trio is Catalina, who has just moved to town from the Philippines. When she shares her life story with her new buddies, they distribute it on the school's intranet, and thus is born The Revealer, an e-mail forum in which students can relate their backgrounds and interests, and experiences of abuse by other kids. The "silent majority" is riveted and repelled, and suddenly the school's culture takes a turn for the better. Briskly plotted, the novel shows how bringing the stories to light transforms stereotypes into real people and provides a vehicle for others to become involved. While depth of character development and setting may have been sacrificed for plotting, the novel is effective and will fascinate even reluctant readers.-Mary R. Hofmann, Rivera Middle School, Merced, CA Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A thought-provoking experiment about bullying and how to handle it. Seventh-grader Russell suddenly and inexplicably becomes the target of another boy's fists, so Russell asks Elliot-not a friend, but the school's general punching bag-for advice. Elliot distracts himself in a world of dinosaurs, but soon the boys become friends with Catalina (another tormented seventh-grader) and the three create an online forum called Revealer, where students tell their own stories of bullying and being bullied. Seeds of understanding sprout around the school as more and more stories come out. A late, well-crafted triumph of the aggressors almost crushes hope, but once again, going public proves invaluable. It's unclear why certain mean characters seem less bad by the end, and the parental passivity is sometimes hard to believe; however, Wilhelm poses intriguing questions about the role computer networks can play in rebellions, kids' lives, and possibly grander politics as well. (Fiction. 10-13)
From the Publisher
"Braiding a different twist on the old story of getting back at the school bullies, Wilhelm has created three characters with qualities that make them targets, but also make them capable of combining efforts and mounting a terrific, innovative defense . . . Will fascinate even reluctant readers." —School Library Journal

"[Wilhelm] shines a harsh light on many facets of bullying and never, even at the novel's rosiest moments, implies that every bully is a good kid just waiting to be redeemed. Middle-schoolers will appreciate the honesty." —The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

"The promise of the modern age is that information equals power, and in Wilhelm's entertaining and thoughtful tale, that notion is put to the test." —Publishers Weekly

"Books like this make [readers] feel less alone." —Booklist

"Using humor along with realistic examples, Wilhelm draws the reader into the world of middle school turmoil. An excellent book." —SIGNAL

School Library Journal - Audio
Gr 5–7—Russell Trainer, a seventh grader at Parkland Middle School, is being bullied. After a particularly bad episode, he reaches out for help to another boy who is the target of daily bullying at school. The two new friends notice that there's also a girl being harassed, and the three join forces to create a place online for bullied kids to publish their stories via the school's Internet service. The Bully Lab becomes a way for them to give voice to their feelings without the fear of being ridiculed. But when one of the bullies plays a prank on the trio, the principal calls an end to the email forum for fear of being sued. Russell and his friends prevail in the end, with a satisfying closure to the story. While the plot is predictable, Doug Wilhelm's honest story (Square Fish, 2011) will resound with kids who have experienced similar situations. Jon Toppo's narration lacks consistency, making it difficult to follow the characters when more than one person is speaking in a scene. Listeners will find it a challenge to connect to and stay with the audio version.—Lyn Gebhard, Sparta Public Library, NJ
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781455860609
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 4/1/2012
  • Format: MP3 on CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 7.40 (h) x 0.60 (d)

Meet the Author

Doug Wilhelm has written several books for young readers. He lives in Rutland, Vermont.

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The Revealers


By Doug Wilhelm

Farrar, Straus and Giroux

Copyright © 2003 Doug Wilhelm
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-374-46243-7


Chapter One

richie

When I was in seventh grade I did not understand the things that came out of my mouth. Of course I'm a year older now, and a lot happened last year-and that's what this story is about-but sometimes I think back and I just cringe.

I wanted people to say, "Hey, Russell! Sit with us!" But I'd open my mouth and what would come out would be loud and clanky and wrong. And they would give me that quick, flat, puzzled stare that is the stock weapon of the cool seventh grader and seems to ask, "What species are you, exactly?" And I would go away thinking I was hopeless. I just wished that once I could say the right thing-but next chance I had with somebody important my words would pop out clanky and loud and I would want to run my head into a wall. I'd wonder, What happened to me?

Basically, when seventh grade started I found out I was out. It was like everyone else took a secret summer course in how to act, what to say, and what groups to be in, and I never found out about it. Maybe they didn't tell me on purpose. Maybe they thought it'd be fun to see how out of it I could get. See how you could start to think? But the truth is, nobody thought about me much at all back then. I wasn't the type anybody paid attention to-not before all this startedhappening.

So I would go home from school by myself. I was riding my bike the particular day when this thing occurred that pretty much captures what I'm talking about: my having had this talent, just then in my life, for saying an incredibly wrong thing to exactly the person I should never, ever have said it to.

I was taking my time, that afternoon. I had nowhere special to go. My mom doesn't get home till about five-thirty, later if she has to go to the store. And I liked to dawdle along. I mean, after a whole day of being herded-having to go here, sit there, and rush with the crowds to the next class before the bell rings and you're late again-why not take your own time when you can? That's what I did, as soon as I could get away from school.

Our school is called Parkland Middle School, and it's on the corner of School and Union streets. You can look up Union and see the downtown stores. But school lets out on School Street, around the corner, where everyone crowds out the big side doors and the buses pull up, and the parents' cars wait behind the buses in a long line.

If you're going downtown after school, or if you need to go through town to get home like I do, most people head up Union. But I usually left the crowds (where nobody was waiting for me anyway) and went up a shady side lane called Chamber Street. I'd tell myself I liked going my own way. I mean, everybody else in seventh grade had to go everywhere with their friends-they'd walk in their little cliques through the halls, they'd eat together in the cafeteria, and they'd head home (or wherever they went) together after school. But why attach yourself to the same people every day, with everybody gabbling like a bunch of baby ducks? I didn't mind going by myself, really. Not that much.

Chamber Street leads to the police department. It's a faded brick building, and behind it is the old town parking lot, and across that is the back of Convenience Farms.

Convenience Farms isn't a farm, of course-it's a squat white store with a red plastic roof. It's easily the ugliest building in our downtown, and it has all kinds of good junky food inside. I coasted my bike in from the parking lot and leaned it against the side of the building, and went in to get my root beer.

That's what I always got after school back then, a root beer. My mom gave me $1.10 each morning so I could get one. "There's for your treat," she'd say. (I don't have a dad. He died when I was too young to know. I wouldn't mind having a dad, but I don't.)

I always got a twenty-ounce A&W, in the plastic bottle with the white cap. (I've tried them all. It's the root beeriest!) When I came out of the store with my bottle this eighth grader, Richie Tucker, was leaning against the side of the building, and my bike was lying sprawled on the pavement.

Richie Tucker. Whoa. Now he was someone you stayed away from. If you were going somewhere and Richie Tucker was hanging around and he tried to catch your eye, you just didn't look at him. Even I knew that.

But here-I suddenly realized-here was one person who didn't have to be in a group with anybody. Probably nobody was cool enough, or strange or scary enough, to hang around with Richie Tucker anyway.

So I looked at him. He had on this black army jacket, with his hands shoved in the big side pockets. I was thinking maybe I could get a jacket like that, I was wondering where you could buy one, when Richie turned his head and looked at me.

"Is that thing yours?" he asked softly, motioning his head toward the sprawled bike.

"Well, yeah."

"It was in my way."

"Huh?"

"That piece of crap you left there." Richie said this softly and earnestly, nodding at me like we were two very concerned citizens. "It was in my way." He put his hands on his hips. "What are you going to do about it? Hmm?"

So I bent over, picked up my bike, and-okay, this was a mistake-shook my finger at it.

"Bad bike," I said. "Bad bike! Don't ever do that again!"

See what I mean? Was that stupid?

Richie jerked forward like he was coming at me; I hopped on the bike and started pedaling. I nearly dropped the root beer as I rode, a little too fast, up Union Street to get home.

But then for the next couple of days I kept thinking about that black jacket. I wanted to get one. I looked in the Yellow Pages and found an army-navy store, about half an hour away. I could ask my mom to take me, maybe on Saturday. I could tell her I needed it.

Meanwhile, I guess Richie was watching how I went home.

Two days after the incident at Convenience Farms, I was walking home after school. Just this side of the police station there's a narrow, bumpy little driveway. It connects to the parking lot behind the police building, but it isn't the main way into the lot, and hardly anyone uses it. It's shadowed by a line of trees on one side and a windowless brick wall of the police building on the other. I was halfway up the driveway when Richie stepped out from the trees.

He moved to block my way, and smiled. A prickling crackled in the back of my neck. I saw his fist pull back and I wanted to say No, please! I didn't mean to, but I just watched his fist drive into my stomach.

I couldn't breathe! I made this panicky hreek! hreek! sound, trying to get air. I crumpled up and my heart was pounding and I was shaking all over. Richie grabbed my chin and yanked my face up.

"Nobody mocks me," he said. "You understand? Nobody!"

I went, "Hreek."

Richie stood up and crossed his arms.

"I guess you are nobody," he said. "I guess that's you, huh?"

One tear tipped and fell down my face. Richie's eyes lit up, and he leaned in really close.

"Aw-you got to cry, little boy? Are you a little crying nobody?" I turned my face away. He grabbed it and yanked it back.

"Let me tell you how it is, little boy. This is not over, okay? This is never over. Every time you turn around-every time you think the coast is clear-you better be watching for me. Okay, little boy? Because you're mine now. You are mine. And every time you think you're not ..."

He jerked his fist back; I grabbed my stomach. Just like that.

He stood up. "Yeah," he said, and smiled. "Just like that."

And then he was gone.

the man without fear

My mom came home. She was calling hello. I was sitting at my computer, but it wasn't on. The lights were off. I was just sitting there.

"Hi," my mom said from the door to my room.

"Hi."

She walked in. I turned away.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

She reached out and took my chin. She was gentle but it made my face burn, her doing that.

"Russell," she said. "What is it?"

I shook my head free. She leaned back and studied me.

"You look flushed." She felt my cheek with the back of her hand. "Do you feel okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Did something happen?"

"No."

Her palm was on my forehead. "You are warm," she said. "I'll just take your temp."

She went away and I was thinking, What's wrong with me? Why do the things I say make people despise me? Why do I say one thing to this one guy, really just trying to be funny, and it makes him that mad?

I didn't get it.

I didn't get anything anymore.

My mom came back and stuck the thermometer in my mouth. I just sat there till she came back again, pulled it out, and peered at it.

"It's normal," she said, shaking it. "Why don't you lie down for a little while? I'll call you when dinner's ready."

I shrugged, but when my mom was gone I went over to my bed and just lay there. I looked up at the ceiling, at nothing. The room slowly got dark.

Middle school, at least our middle school, was basically a place you tried to survive. Last year in sixth grade, when it started, I still had a lot of friends from elementary school-but it was like we had all gone from a family sort of place to this big dim noisy train station. Everybody was rushing around and you hardly knew anybody, and there were predators. They were all over, the predators. Even some of the kids you knew started turning into them. Plus, a lot of kids at our school were changing and making these tight little cliques, and if you didn't fit in somewhere you could be in trouble. One by one, my friends went pfft.

And now I knew I was in trouble.

This kind of thing didn't really happen in elementary school. We all grew up together there, we understood each other there. Maybe sometimes a kid would shove you on the playground, or make fun of you for falling down in dodge-ball in gym-or maybe somebody would organize his friends to ignore you for a while ... but you knew those kids. You knew it wasn't a big deal, because it wasn't.

Middle school is different. Ours is named Parkland School, as I've said, but most people in the school call it Darkland. It's a dark brick pile of an old school, and inside it's murky and crowded until it spreads into a newer wing out back, with flat light from windows up too high to see out of-and the whole place is an obstacle course of kids alert for someone they can pound on or ridicule. If you have no hope of being accepted in a cool clique, or any clique for that matter, you're safest if you can manage not to get noticed at all. And suddenly not getting noticed was all I wanted, starting the day I got singled out by Richie to be the new target of his personal psychological terror campaign.

When I woke in the morning I didn't want to get up. I saw Richie's face like it was right there. By the time I walked into school, my stomach was caving in. I couldn't stop thinking about what he'd said, how every time I turned around he might be there.

I didn't want to turn around. I didn't want to be alone and I didn't want to be in crowds either, but I figured being in crowds was better. Safer. I went to my locker and got out every book I would need all day, and stuffed them in my backpack so I wouldn't have to be out at my locker again.

My backpack felt like a sack of bricks. By third block my shoulder was killing me. I switched sides, then both shoulders were killing me.

Suddenly classrooms were warm protected places, where nothing bad could happen to you. Nothing really bad. I watched the clock, hoping I could make time go so slowly it might actually stop. But then the class would be over, and I'd have to go out there again.

Between classes, the Darkland hallways are jammed with people pushing, stepping on your feet 'cause they're jumping up to catch their friend's eye, or just shoving past you in a big elbowing hurry. Most kids just troop along in the herd. That's where I tried to stay.

And all day I didn't see him. But as the afternoon wore on, I started getting into this damp panic about having to make it home after school. I was going to have to go out there. How could I get home?

Then it hit me-I didn't have to go the same way! I could go up Union Street, where everyone could see. He wouldn't try anything where everyone could see, right? I could even go up Bishop Street, which was beyond Union on the far side. I started wondering if I could go all the way on Bishop without being seen from Convenience Farms. I was trying hard to visualize it, to see all the spots of possible exposure.

At the end of school, I came out fast and turned to walk across Union at the corner. Then something made me look back.

Richie was leaning against a tree, just watching me. He didn't move at all; he looked in my eyes, and raised his eyebrows. It was like he knew all along where I was going, even what I was thinking. It felt like he knew everything.

Every day after that was about nothing but whether I would run into Richie, and when, and how he would act. Sometimes he would ignore me, he'd look right past me like I wasn't there. Sometimes he'd look right at me, just watching me-and when I looked back he'd lift his eyebrows that same way. One time he winked, like he and I had a secret. (Which I guess we did, since I sure wasn't telling anyone.)

Another time I passed him in a corridor. I was in a crowd going one way and he was coming down the hall, not in a crowd. Richie was never in a crowd. When I spotted him he was glaring at me-then he sidestepped to block my way. An electric surge bolted through me. Richie's dark eyes were burning; he looked really mad. People flowed past paying no attention.

My chin started to twitch. Then Richie made a scrunched-up, sad face, as if to say: "Oh, are you scared?" I stepped around him and just kept walking. My face was burning hot. All the way down the hall I could feel him looking at me. I knew he was laughing at me, in a way that only I could hear.

I started getting stomachaches every morning and bad headaches at two o'clock every afternoon. I didn't tell anybody. Each day I tried to go home a different way, but there were only a few ways you could go. I didn't spend my $1.10 on root beer anymore because I couldn't go near the store. I started buying superhero comics in the drugstore, instead. They made me feel a little better. I would imagine having my own special powers.

My favorite was Daredevil. Even though he's blind, he's The Man without Fear. Courage is his power, and extrasensitive perception. One night in my room I cut out a full-page picture of Daredevil in action, swinging from a rope between two skyscrapers on a dark night way up above the city. I folded the picture in a tight little square and kept it in my pocket all the next day at school, so I could touch it if I needed to. All day, I didn't see Richie even once. I was so happy, by the end of the day, I felt like I was skating.

The next day I had Daredevil in my pocket again. At lunchtime I had to stop at my locker. I couldn't carry all my books around anymore-my shoulders were just too tired. I was late and the long hallway where my locker is, on the way to the lunchroom, was empty. I was starting to turn my combination when, at the end of the corridor, Richie appeared.

He leaned against a locker, looking at me. My fingers turned slippery. The combination was wrong. I couldn't get the lock open-I couldn't do it!

He started walking toward me.

There was total silence except for his footsteps. The hallway was echoing. I wasn't breathing. My fingers were paralyzed.

Beside me, he stopped.

I didn't want to look up. But it was like I had to ... like he had control.

Richie smiled.

"How you feeling today, little boy?"

My mouth opened, but there was no sound.

"Hey, don't worry about it," he said. "You needed to learn something. And you learned. Right?"

"Uh ..." I blushed.

He leaned closer. "Little boy. Am I right?"

Finally I whispered, "Okay."

"What?"

"Yeah."

"What?"

"Yes."

"Yeah." He smiled, stepping back. "That's that," he said. He looked me up and down.

"Listen," he said. "You need to stop by the Farms after school today."

"I do?"

"Yeah. You do."

"Why?"

His forehead wrinkled. "Because I told you to," he said, patiently.

"Oh."

He started to walk away. "Be there," he said without turning around.

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2008

    bulling revealed

    I recently read The Revealers by Doug Wilhelm. I would give this book five stars because it tells you what really happens when teachers are not looking and behind their back. I strongly recommend this book to everyone. The book is about three very bright students that have been bullied inside and outside of there school. The students are finally tired of being the bully's prey so they try to make a difference about bulling in their school. All ages should read this book because it tells what happens inside and outside of the school when the teachers are not looking. This book also shows that if you believe in something strong enough, that you should go for what you believe in and that is the message of this book. This book ends with the three students making a difference with the bullies at their school.This is an important book, because it shows you that having self confidence is a good quality to have in life.

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2007

    Surprising and Revealing

    This book showed me how any one person can make a difference just by putting their mind to it.I loved this book very much and thought it to be well written and very much enjoyable.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 11, 2013

    It was ok.

    I had to read this over the summer for school work.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2007

    Teen must read

    This book is a must read for any child that has any bullying issues. By the time you are done reading this book you may have found a new voice inside of you, that you didn't have before.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2006

    The Revealers

    The Revealers by Doug Wilhelm is about a school where bullying is an everyday part of life, until three victims of the cruel bullying step forward to stop the bullying by writing an underground newspaper call the Revealer. These ordinary children become the heroes of the school and try everything in there power to stop the bullying. The bullies aren¿t very thrilled with the idea that their awful deeds are being brought out of the dark for everyone to see. When they decide to strike back no one at least not the three ¿ Revealers¿ can expect what is coming there way. This novel is aimed towards the teenage generation from 13-16 who understand the power a bully can hold over you. A problem can¿t be changed unless the world acknowledges it and wants to change. If dangerously realistic fiction with a hint of excitement is what you fancy this novel is exactly what you need.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2004

    Michael's Review

    Well I believe that The Revealers, is more than a novel that deals with this age-old problem! Clearly, yes, these three 'revealers' have some trouble with bullying and whatnot. But, I also believe that Wilhelm was trying to express how strong the struggle is to survive. And how painful, yet rewarding, doing something to satisfy yourself is! I believe each character of the book potrays a different idea in one's mind. Rusell is the part of us that belives that we can't do anything! Eliot is the part in us that will never give up! And Catalina is the concious that supports yourself to keep on going! Thats what I believe!

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 29, 2010

    Boring

    This book was REALLY boring, and just plain bad. The only reason I read it was because my whole school had to.

    A lot of people are saying that kids could relate to this, but that isn't true. Kids these days in middle school are losing their virginity, getting high, and stealing stuff, not wasting their time bullying some random kid for no reason, or writing and online newspaper.

    Plus, if this were to happen, the school wouldn't just turn the other cheek. That's practically child abuse.

    This book is extremely unrealistic, and not good. Don't read it.

    2 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 19, 2008

    its OK

    this book is about a dude who gets bullied by this tough guy and wants to find out why people bully so much and whats so fun about it.i ONLY RECOMMEND this book because its not one of those book that gets so addicting like twilight or harry potter, anyway its a fun book and very intresting.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2014

    Leason Learning

    I feel like this book can teach kids the bad things about bullying. It is sucha serious book but it is such a good book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2013

    Summer reading :/

    I have to read this book for summer reading and it is the most boaring book ive ever read, i mean serously a kig is dropped off a bridge... come on!

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2009

    Very good story

    Characters that middle schoolers could relate too.

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2008

    why kids get bullied?

    kids get bullied because the bully thinks that they are cool

    1 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2014

    Lomfb

    Mmin

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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