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Mesopotamian Blue cat, Varjak Paw, has never been Outside before; he and his family have always lived in the isolated house at the top of the hill. But Varjak is forced out into the city when the sinister Gentleman and his two menacing cats take over his home. With help from his mystical ancestor, Jalal, Varjak manages to overcome challenges such as self-survival and a threat from the gangland cats, and he ultimately discovers the terrifying ...

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Overview

Mesopotamian Blue cat, Varjak Paw, has never been Outside before; he and his family have always lived in the isolated house at the top of the hill. But Varjak is forced out into the city when the sinister Gentleman and his two menacing cats take over his home. With help from his mystical ancestor, Jalal, Varjak manages to overcome challenges such as self-survival and a threat from the gangland cats, and he ultimately discovers the terrifying secrets behind the Vanishings. But can he save his own family from their fate?

With wonderful integrated illustrations from acclaimed comic book artist Dave McKean, this book will appeal to all ages.


Guided by the spirit of his legendary Mesopotamian ancestor, Jalal, Varjak Paw, a pure-bred cat, leaves his home and pampered existence and sets out to save his family from the evil Gentleman who took away their owner, the Contessa.

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Publishers Weekly
"The author follows mythic archetypes in this densely plotted cat story, illustrated in chilling, sinuous pen-and-ink images by McKean," said PW's starred review. " Ages 8-12. (May) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Children's Literature
This book is written from the cat's point of view which creates an attention-grabbing story. Varjak's actions are the reasons we hear cats are given 9 lives and his adventures make him a tough, courageous, and believable character. As he grows from a kitten into a mature cat, Varjak must face adversity, cat gangs, dangerous dogs, and mysterious vanishings. He is able to survive these risks by using a type of martial arts developed especially for cats called the Way. A lot of Far East philosophy is incorporated into the story and the reader will come away with a better understanding of the beliefs of that part of the world. This is a truly an action-packed novel and exceptional illustrations add suspense and intrigue to the book. Middle-school students will thoroughly enjoy this story and the format is one that lends itself to high-interest, low-level reading. It is also good for ESL students. This is a debut novel and I have no doubt that there will be sequels for the reader to look forward to. All I can think of say to describe this book is "WOW!" 2003, Dell Yearling, Ages 10 to 14.
—Kathie M. Josephs
School Library Journal
Gr 4-7-When danger, in the form of a strange man and his two deadly feline companions, intrudes upon the sheltered existence of a family of Mesopotamian Blue cats, Varjak must venture Outside for the first time to seek help. He meets a feral cat named Holly, who takes him to the city and helps him survive on the mean streets. His nights are filled with dreams of his fabled ancestor Jalal, who teaches him the Seven Skills of the Way of Jalal; they help him, in his waking hours, learn to fight and hunt. After run-ins with several cat gangs, the protagonist befriends a dog that helps him and Holly to rescue Varjak's family and hundreds of other cats from being turned into robotlike creatures to be sold as toys. The jumbled plot leaves many unanswered questions. Readers never learn why this evil man wants to turn cats into robots, and why he uses Varjak's owner's house as a base of operations. It's also not clear what the Way has to do with anything. In a story filled with so many holes, only the illustrations offer consistent pleasure. Warm yellow pictures drench the pages on which Jalal teaches Varjak the Way, which nicely evoke the Mesopotamian setting of the dreams; the rest of the drawings are edgy black-ink silhouettes of cats and other animals; they're energetic and expressive. Despite the compelling art, most libraries can skip this animal fantasy.-Eva Mitnick, Los Angeles Public Library Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
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A touch of magic realism lends spooky charm to Said’s animal fantasy. Barely out of kittenhood, Varjak Paw is a feline aristocrat--"a pure-bred Mesopotamian Blue"--but his odd eyes and restless nature don’t fit in with his pampered family. The threat from a sinister Gentleman and his uncanny black cats inspires Varjak to emulate his mythic ancestor Jalal Paw and escape their cloistered life, but not before hearing tantalizing hints about "the Way," the all-but-forgotten martial discipline of his breed. Now Varjak must face the unknown dangers of the city, aided only by a pair of streetwise alley cats and the tutelage of the Yoda-like Jalal in his dreams. But how can he master the Way if he cannot master himself? Said has created an appealing hero in the naïve but determined Varjak. His world has a dreamlike quality, both concretely familiar and creepily off-kilter, that’s effectively reinforced by vivid ink sketches. Although the suspenseful atmosphere slides rather abruptly into surreal horror at the climax, several dangling plotlines will encourage readers to hope for the return of Varjak and his endearing companions. (Fantasy. 9-13)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781402584480
  • Publisher: Recorded Books, LLC
  • Publication date: 4/27/2004
  • Format: Cassette
  • Edition description: Unabridged

Meet the Author

SF Said is one of Britain’s best young writers.

Dave McKean, world-renowned graphic illustrator, illustrated Coraline by Neil Gaiman.


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Chapter One


The Elder Paw was telling a story.

It was a Jalal tale, one of the best. Varjak loved to hear his grandfather’s tales of their famous ancestor: how Jalal fought the fiercest warrior cats, how he was the mightiest hunter, how he came out of Mesopotamia and travelled to the ends of the earth, further than any cat had been before.

But today, the Elder Paw’s tale just made Varjak restless. So what if Jalal had such exciting adventures? Varjak never would. Jalal had ended his days in the Contessa’s house. His family of Mesopotamian Blues had stayed here ever since.

The old place must have been full of light and life in Jalal’s time, generations ago—but now it was full of dust and musty smells. The windows were always closed, the doors locked. There was a garden, but it was surrounded by a high stone wall. Jalal was the last to cross it. In all the years since then, no one had ever left the Contessa’s house.

Now, no one except Varjak was even listening to the tale of Jalal’s adventures. Father, Mother and Aunt Juni were dozing in the late afternoon light that trickled through the thick green windows. His big brother Julius was flexing his muscles; his cousin Jasmine was fiddling with her collar. His litter brothers Jay, Jethro and Jerome were playing one of those kittenish games that Varjak could never see the point of, and wasn’t allowed to join in anyway.

No one was looking at him. This was his chance. He’d been in the garden before, but the family didn’t like it out there, and never let him stay very long.

Stealthy as Jalal himself,Varjak rose up and padded to the cat door. He could see the garden on the other side. He could almost feel the fresh air, brushing through his whiskers. He nudged it open—

‘Variak Paw!’ It was Father. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’

Varjak spun around. The tale was over; they’d woken up and seen him. But this time, he wouldn’t give in.

‘Aren’t we allowed in the garden, now?’ he said.

‘Sweetheart,’ said Mother, coming over and straightening his collar, ‘the garden is a nasty, dirty place. You’re a pedigree cat. A pure-bred Mesopotamian Blue. What do you want out there?’

Varjak looked around: at the stuffy furniture, the locked-up cupboards, the curtains he wasn’t allowed to climb. He’d never been anywhere else, but this had to be the most boring place on earth.

‘Hunting,’ he said. ‘Aren’t we supposed to hunt? The tales talk about—’

‘Tales!’ snorted his big brother Julius, green eyes glinting. It was said that their ancestor Jalal had green eyes. Everyone in the family had them—everyone but Varjak Paw. ‘Tales are for kittens,’ scoffed Julius. Cousin Jasmine giggled; Varjak bristled.

‘Jalal was a long, long time ago,’ said Mother, smoothing and grooming Varjak’s silver-blue fur, until he wriggled away. ‘Anyway, Jalal came to live in the Contessa’s house for a good reason. The tales also say there are monsters Outside, huge monsters called dogs, so fierce that even people fear them.’ She shuddered. ‘No, we’re lucky that the Contessa loves us, and lets us live here.’

‘The Contessa loves some of us,’ interrupted Julius. Varjak knew what was coming; and worse, he thought it might be true. ‘When I was a kitten,’ boasted Julius, ‘the Contessa was down here every day. She used to let me play on her lap, she made a fuss of me. But now she only ever comes down to feed us, and sometimes she doesn’t even do that. In fact, we’ve hardly seen her at all—since that funny-looking Varjak was born.’

Cousin Jasmine giggled again. This time, Varjak’s litter brothers Jay, Jethro and Jerome joined in.

‘It’s because of his eyes,’ added Julius. ‘The colour of danger. A Mesopotamian Blue whose eyes aren’t green—it’s an embarrassment.’

That did it. Julius was bigger than him, and older, but Varjak couldn’t help it. He faced up to Julius, fur rising with anger.

‘I don’t believe you,’ he said. ‘You’re a liar.’

‘Varjak!’ said Father. ‘That’s no way to talk to your brother!’

‘But Julius said—’

‘Whine, whine, whine,’ sneered Julius. ‘Listen to the little insect whine.’

‘Julius, you shouldn’t tease him so much,’ said Father. ‘The Contessa’s upstairs because she’s ill, nothing more. But Varjak Paw—you have to learn to behave like a proper Mesopotamian Blue. We’re noble cats, special cats. We don’t run around calling each other liars. We don’t talk about disgusting things like hunting. And we don’t get our paws all muddy in the garden. That’s not what being a Blue is about. Do you understand?’

Varjak’s tail curled up. It was always like this. Julius could get away with anything; but everything Varjak did was wrong.

‘Your father’s talking to you,’ said Aunt Juni sternly. ‘Do you understand?’

He stared down at the cold stone floor, silent. There was nothing he could say.

‘Fine,’ said Father. ‘Suit yourself. But until you learn to act like a Blue, there’ll be no supper for you.’ He licked his chops. ‘Come on, everyone. Let’s eat.’

They all headed down the corridor to the kitchen, leaving Variak on his own in the hallway between the stairs and front door. Last to go was the Elder Paw, the head of the family.

‘Don’t worry, Varjak,’ he whispered, so no one else could hear. ‘I’ll tell you another Jalal tale tonight—one about his greatest battle.’ He winked, and then joined the rest of them.

It made things a little better. Even if the tales made Varjak restless, he loved them. They were the closest he’d ever get to adventure in this place. He looked at the old, wooden stairs, covered in dusty carpet. The cats weren’t allowed up there now the Contessa was ill. Her door was always shut.

The whole house was like that. No one came in and no one went out. Nothing new or exciting ever happened. It was the dullest life a cat could have.

creeaak

The front door swung open. A blast of wind swirled in, sweeping all the dust into the air. Varjak’s fur stood on end.

click CLACK

Two shiny black shoes. Each big as a cat. Coming through the door.

Heart racing, Varjak bent back his head, to follow the line above the shoes. Up a pair of legs, up some more, he saw huge white hands, huge enough to hold his whole body, strong enough to break his neck.

He had to crane back even further, till it hurt, to see the face. It was a man Varjak had never seen before. It was hard to make out the man’s eyes for the shadows of his brow, but his full pink lips glistened wetly in the half-light.

The lips creased and opened, and out came a voice that rumbled like thunder, far above Varjak’s head. The man strode into the hallway.

Varjak felt dizzy. He looked down. By the man’s shiny black shoes, there were two sleek black cats, stalking into the Contessa’s house. They were nothing like Mesopotamian Blues. They looked much larger and stronger, even than Father or Julius, and there was something frightening about the way they moved. As if they were two parts of one body, working together perfectly. Too perfect. Varjak glanced from one to the other, and couldn’t tell them apart.

They came right up to him, and looked down at him with identical eyes; eyes as smooth and black as their fur. He trembled.

‘Who are you?’ he said. There was no flicker of understanding in their eyes, no expression: nothing. They just pushed him aside as if he wasn’t even there, and took up positions, flanking the staircase.

And now other men came into the house. Their shiny black shoes clicked past Varjak, one by one by one. It was all he could see of them. Frozen to the spot, mind spinning, he watched these giants pass the black cats, climb the stairs—and enter the room where the Blues weren’t allowed to go.

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Varjak Paw Excerpt

Chapter One


The Elder Paw was telling a story.

It was a Jalal tale, one of the best. Varjak loved to hear his grandfather's tales of their famous ancestor: how Jalal fought the fiercest warrior cats, how he was the mightiest hunter, how he came out of Mesopotamia and travelled to the ends of the earth, further than any cat had been before.

But today, the Elder Paw's tale just made Varjak restless. So what if Jalal had such exciting adventures? Varjak never would. Jalal had ended his days in the Contessa's house. His family of Mesopotamian Blues had stayed here ever since.

The old place must have been full of light and life in Jalal's time, generations ago—but now it was full of dust and musty smells. The windows were always closed, the doors locked. There was a garden, but it was surrounded by a high stone wall. Jalal was the last to cross it. In all the years since then, no one had ever left the Contessa's house.

Now, no one except Varjak was even listening to the tale of Jalal's adventures. Father, Mother and Aunt Juni were dozing in the late afternoon light that trickled through the thick green windows. His big brother Julius was flexing his muscles; his cousin Jasmine was fiddling with her collar. His litter brothers Jay, Jethro and Jerome were playing one of those kittenish games that Varjak could never see the point of, and wasn't allowed to join in anyway.

No one was looking at him. This was his chance. He'd been in the garden before, but the family didn't like it out there, and never let him stay very long.

Stealthy as Jalal himself, Varjak rose up and padded to the cat door. He could see thegarden on the other side. He could almost feel the fresh air, brushing through his whiskers. He nudged it open—

‘Variak Paw!' It was Father. ‘Where do you think you're going?'

Varjak spun around. The tale was over; they'd woken up and seen him. But this time, he wouldn't give in.

‘Aren't we allowed in the garden, now?' he said.

‘Sweetheart,' said Mother, coming over and straightening his collar, ‘the garden is a nasty, dirty place. You're a pedigree cat. A pure-bred Mesopotamian Blue. What do you want out there?'

Varjak looked around: at the stuffy furniture, the locked-up cupboards, the curtains he wasn't allowed to climb. He'd never been anywhere else, but this had to be the most boring place on earth.

‘Hunting,' he said. ‘Aren't we supposed to hunt? The tales talk about—'

‘Tales!' snorted his big brother Julius, green eyes glinting. It was said that their ancestor Jalal had green eyes. Everyone in the family had them—everyone but Varjak Paw. ‘Tales are for kittens,' scoffed Julius. Cousin Jasmine giggled; Varjak bristled.

‘Jalal was a long, long time ago,' said Mother, smoothing and grooming Varjak's silver-blue fur, until he wriggled away. ‘Anyway, Jalal came to live in the Contessa's house for a good reason. The tales also say there are monsters Outside, huge monsters called dogs, so fierce that even people fear them.' She shuddered. ‘No, we're lucky that the Contessa loves us, and lets us live here.'

‘The Contessa loves some of us,' interrupted Julius. Varjak knew what was coming; and worse, he thought it might be true. ‘When I was a kitten,' boasted Julius, ‘the Contessa was down here every day. She used to let me play on her lap, she made a fuss of me. But now she only ever comes down to feed us, and sometimes she doesn't even do that. In fact, we've hardly seen her at all—since that funny-looking Varjak was born.'

Cousin Jasmine giggled again. This time, Varjak's litter brothers Jay, Jethro and Jerome joined in.

‘It's because of his eyes,' added Julius. ‘The colour of danger. A Mesopotamian Blue whose eyes aren't green—it's an embarrassment.'

That did it. Julius was bigger than him, and older, but Varjak couldn't help it. He faced up to Julius, fur rising with anger.

‘I don't believe you,' he said. ‘You're a liar.'

‘Varjak!' said Father. ‘That's no way to talk to your brother!'

‘But Julius said—'

‘Whine, whine, whine,' sneered Julius. ‘Listen to the little insect whine.'

‘Julius, you shouldn't tease him so much,' said Father. ‘The Contessa's upstairs because she's ill, nothing more. But Varjak Paw—you have to learn to behave like a proper Mesopotamian Blue. We're noble cats, special cats. We don't run around calling each other liars. We don't talk about disgusting things like hunting. And we don't get our paws all muddy in the garden. That's not what being a Blue is about. Do you understand?'

Varjak's tail curled up. It was always like this. Julius could get away with anything; but everything Varjak did was wrong.

‘Your father's talking to you,' said Aunt Juni sternly. ‘Do you understand?'

He stared down at the cold stone floor, silent. There was nothing he could say.

‘Fine,' said Father. ‘Suit yourself. But until you learn to act like a Blue, there'll be no supper for you.' He licked his chops. ‘Come on, everyone. Let's eat.'

They all headed down the corridor to the kitchen, leaving Variak on his own in the hallway between the stairs and front door. Last to go was the Elder Paw, the head of the family.

‘Don't worry, Varjak,' he whispered, so no one else could hear. ‘I'll tell you another Jalal tale tonight—one about his greatest battle.' He winked, and then joined the rest of them.

It made things a little better. Even if the tales made Varjak restless, he loved them. They were the closest he'd ever get to adventure in this place. He looked at the old, wooden stairs, covered in dusty carpet. The cats weren't allowed up there now the Contessa was ill. Her door was always shut.

The whole house was like that. No one came in and no one went out. Nothing new or exciting ever happened. It was the dullest life a cat could have.

creeaak

The front door swung open. A blast of wind swirled in, sweeping all the dust into the air. Varjak's fur stood on end.

click CLACK

Two shiny black shoes. Each big as a cat. Coming through the door.

Heart racing, Varjak bent back his head, to follow the line above the shoes. Up a pair of legs, up some more, he saw huge white hands, huge enough to hold his whole body, strong enough to break his neck.

He had to crane back even further, till it hurt, to see the face. It was a man Varjak had never seen before. It was hard to make out the man's eyes for the shadows of his brow, but his full pink lips glistened wetly in the half-light.

The lips creased and opened, and out came a voice that rumbled like thunder, far above Varjak's head. The man strode into the hallway.

Varjak felt dizzy. He looked down. By the man's shiny black shoes, there were two sleek black cats, stalking into the Contessa's house. They were nothing like Mesopotamian Blues. They looked much larger and stronger, even than Father or Julius, and there was something frightening about the way they moved. As if they were two parts of one body, working together perfectly. Too perfect. Varjak glanced from one to the other, and couldn't tell them apart.

They came right up to him, and looked down at him with identical eyes; eyes as smooth and black as their fur. He trembled.

‘Who are you?' he said. There was no flicker of understanding in their eyes, no expression: nothing. They just pushed him aside as if he wasn't even there, and took up positions, flanking the staircase.

And now other men came into the house. Their shiny black shoes clicked past Varjak, one by one by one. It was all he could see of them. Frozen to the spot, mind spinning, he watched these giants pass the black cats, climb the stairs—and enter the room where the Blues weren't allowed to go.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 21, 2007

    Varjak Paw

    Have you ever seen a talking cat? This story is about a cat named Varjak. The book Varjak Paw is about a talking cat that saves his family from a bad man and two black cats. Varjak has to find a dog to scare away the man and the cats so he can save his family. Varjak will have to go in the city and find a dog. This is a great book. This book is one of the greatest books I have read! I can't wait to read the next one!

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2006

    Varjak Paw

    Varjak Paw was a thrilling book about faith in yourself and others this book is outstanding!!!:)He goes through many dangers and defeats them with faith and hope for himself and others. Afraid to return home without a dog and dissapoint his family and ancestors he fights and finds a dog and saves his family as well as many other cats lives with his friends Holly and Tam by his side.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 8, 2011

    That review#13

    That is soooo stupid. Im in 9 grade and i loved it. You are trying to be"grown up" soooooooo ......... shut up!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 10, 2006

    Completely GRIPPING

    GREAT WONDERFULL AMAZING I COULDN'T STOP READING

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 21, 2005

    Fanominal

    I adored this book! At first I was like omg another fighting cat book, because I was hooked on the warriors series by Erin Hunter then by the 4th book i just lost interest. This kept me turning the pages! It is so unpredictable! Don't be fooled by the pictures and short pages. This was an easy read but a good one!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2004

    My kids are praying for a sequel!!!

    I read this book aloud to my two sons (8 and 11). We read all 255 pages in two sittings. The kids didn't want me to stop reading. We had it read in less than 24 hours. They were sucked into this story from the start. There is lots of action drama and humor in this book. They have been using lines from the story ever since and my sons can't wait to find out what will happen to Varjak and his new friends! Please keep writing SF Said! Both my sons agree this is one of the best books the three of us have read together. Great read aloud to your kids!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2005

    Very Inventive

    This book is a very creative one. Varjak Paw is a young Mesopotamian Blue cat. He and his family are pedigree cats. But Varjak is different in many ways-for one, he does not have the green eyes that every other Mesopotamian Blue has. Also, he is not content like the others to stay in the Contessa's house-the Contessa doesn't even come down from her room anymore! But then, a strange man enters the house: a Gentleman. Odd things begin happening in Varjak's life: the Elder Paw says that Varjak must learn the Way of Jalah (a Mesopotamian legend), and go into the outer world to find a dog to save Varjak's family from the Gentleman, who seems to be evil with his strange cats. Varjak must travel into the world of cat gangs and cars, where cats are disappearing mysteriously. Finding a dog seems impossible, but Varjak Paw must do it to save his family. To save himself. To save the Way of Jalah.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2004

    awesome

    This book was the best book I ever read this month!! I did not want to put the book down!!Keep on writting books like this SF SAID!! ps:I will always read every book you come out with SF SAID and this book is great for animal lovers and people who like adveture books!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 1, 2004

    I absolutly loved it

    This book was fabulous!! I love cats and I love this book!! I would like another to come out!! This book is great for catlovers and catbooklovers. I had fun reading it and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 12, 2013

    Wow

    Wow such a amazing book!!! Love this book. I could NOT stopo reading this book. Omg, such a good book!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2013

    Amazing!

    I absolutely loved this book. I liked how it got to the point fast without too much pointless dialogue. Varjak is a true hero, I truly wish for a sequel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2013

    A great book!

    I am using these moves in a fight, mostly shadow walking and moving circles. -Lauren

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 18, 2013

    Awesome

    I recomend this to every one who reads the WARRIORS series. It was very good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2013

    Great

    Definitely read. It is aweslme

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2013

    Amazing

    A dear friend of mine recommended this along with the Warriors. I sighed and read the book calling a small narrow space the Alley. And started sayong 'Holly flipped a cow' well-written and amsuing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2013

    Best book EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    I loved this book soooooooo much
    I read it like 5 times in one year and thats a lot cuz i never reread books

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2013

    RE: childish

    Dude, look at how popular these books are! They may be a bit childish, but that doesn't mean that they are bad. Children love books like this. When someone suggested this book to me, I was skeptical. However, when I started reading the paper-back version, I loved it! I am in tenth grade and I loved it. Maybe you need to look up more about books like this, read this book again, and get paat the fact that it's a bit childish.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2013

    The Taggerung

    Varjak's in love with who???

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2012

    Follow the way

    This the strangest book I've ever read but its still pretty good read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2012

    Love it!!!!!!

    I think the author is related to my freind. SO COOL!!!!!!!

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