Dead End in Norvelt (Norvelt Series #1)

Dead End in Norvelt (Norvelt Series #1)

by Jack Gantos

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ISBN-13: 9781250010230
Publisher: Square Fish
Publication date: 05/07/2013
Series: Norvelt Series , #1
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 40,482
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.60(h) x 1.10(d)
Age Range: 10 - 14 Years

About the Author

Jack Gantos has written books for people of all ages, from picture books and middle-grade fiction to novels for young adults and adults. His works include Hole in My Life, a memoir that won the Michael L. Printz and Robert F. Sibert Honors, Joey Pigza Swallowed the Key, a National Book Award Finalist, and Joey Pigza Loses Control, a Newbery Honor book.

 

Jack was born in Mount Pleasant, Pennsylvania, and grew up in nearby Norvelt. When he was seven, his family moved to Barbados. He attended British schools, where there was much emphasis on reading and writing, and teachers made learning a lot of fun. When the family moved to south Florida, he found his new classmates uninterested in their studies, and his teachers spent most of their time disciplining students. Jack retreated to an abandoned bookmobile (three flat tires and empty of books) parked out behind the sandy ball field, and read for most of the day. The seeds for Jack’s writing career were planted in sixth grade, when he read his sister’s diary and decided he could write better than she could. He begged his mother for a diary and began to collect anecdotes he overheard at school, mostly from standing outside the teachers’ lounge and listening to their lunchtime conversations. Later, he incorporated many of these anecdotes into stories.

 

While in college, he and an illustrator friend, Nicole Rubel, began working on picture books. After a series of well-deserved rejections, they published their first book, Rotten Ralph, in 1976. It was a success and the beginning of Jack’s career as a professional writer. Jack continued to write children’s books and began to teach courses in children’s book writing and children’s literature. He developed the master’s degree program in children’s book writing at Emerson College and the Vermont College M.F.A. program for children’s book writers. He now devotes his time to writing books and educational speaking. He lives with his family in Boston, Massachusetts.

Read an Excerpt

1

 

 

School was finally out and I was standing on a picnic table in our backyard getting ready for a great summer vacation when my mother walked up to me and ruined it. I was holding a pair of camouflage Japanese WWII binoculars to my eyes and focusing across her newly planted vegetable garden, and her cornfield, and over ancient Miss Volker’s roof, and then up the Norvelt road, and past the brick bell tower on my school, and beyond the Community Center, and the tall silver whistle on top of the volunteer fire department to the most distant dark blue hill, which is where the screen for the Viking drive-in movie theater had recently been erected.

Down by my feet I had laid out all the Japanese army souvenirs Dad had shipped home from the war. He had been in the navy, and after a Pacific island invasion in the Solomons he and some other sailor buddies had blindly crawled around at night and found a bunker of dead Japanese soldiers half buried in the sand. They stripped everything military off of them and dragged the loot back to their camp. Dad had an officer’s sword with what he said was real dried blood along the razor-sharp edge of the long blade. He had a Japanese flag, a sniper’s rifle with a full ammo clip, a dented canteen, a pair of dirty white gloves with a scorched hole shot right through the bloody palm of the left hand, and a color-tinted photo of an elegant Japanese woman in a kimono. Of course he also had the powerful binoculars I was using.

I knew Mom had come to ruin my fun, so I thought I would distract her and maybe she’d forget what was on her mind.

“Hey, Mom,” I said matter-of-factly with the binoculars still pressed against my face, “how come blood on a sword dries red, and blood on cloth dries brown? How come?”

“Honey,” Mom replied, sticking with what was on her mind, “does your dad know you have all this dangerous war stuff out?”

“He always lets me play with it as long as I’m careful,” I said, which wasn’t true. In fact, he never let me play with it, because as he put it, “This swag will be worth a bundle of money someday, so keep your grubby hands off it.”

“Well, don’t hurt yourself,” Mom warned. “And if there is blood on some of that stuff, don’t touch it. You might catch something, like Japanese polio.”

“Don’t you mean Japanese beetles?” I asked. She had an invasion of those in her garden that were winning the plant war.

She didn’t answer my question. Instead, she switched back to why she came to speak to me in the first place. “I just got a call from Miss Volker. She needs a few minutes of your time in the morning, so I told her I’d send you down.”

I gazed at my mom through the binoculars but she was too close to bring into focus. Her face was just a hazy pink cupcake with strawberry icing.

“And,” she continued, “Miss Volker said she would give you a little something for your help, but I don’t want you to take any money. You can take a slice of pie but no money. We never help neighbors for cash.”

“Pie? That’s all I get?” I asked. “Pie? But what if it makes her feel good to give me money?”

“It won’t make me feel good if she gives you money,” she stressed. “And it shouldn’t make you feel good either. Helping others is a far greater reward than doing it for money.”

“Okay,” I said, giving in to her before she pushed me in. “What time?”

Mom looked away from me for a moment and stared over at War Chief, my uncle Will’s Indian pony, who was grinding his chunky yellow teeth. He was working up a sweat from scratching his itchy side back and forth against the rough bark on a prickly oak. About a month ago my uncle visited us when he got a pass from the army. He used to work for the county road department and for kicks he had painted big orange and white circles with reflective paint all over War Chief’s hair. He said it made War Chief look like he was getting ready to battle General Custer. But War Chief was only battling the paint which wouldn’t wash off, and it had been driving him crazy. Mom said the army had turned her younger brother Will from being a “nice kid” to being a “confused jerk.”

Earlier, the pony had been rubbing himself against the barbed wire around the turkey coop, but the long-necked turkeys got all riled up and pecked his legs. It had been so long since a farrier had trimmed War Chief’s hooves that he hobbled painfully around the yard like a crippled ballerina. It was sad. If my uncle gave me the pony I’d take really good care of him, but he wouldn’t give him up.

“Miss Volker will need you there at six in the morning,” Mom said casually, “but she said you were welcome to come earlier if you wanted.”

“Six!” I cried. “I don’t even have to get up that early for school, and now that I’m on my summer vacation I want to sleep in. Why does she need me so early?”

“She said she has an important project with a deadline and she’ll need you as early as she can get you.”

I lifted my binoculars back toward the movie. The Japanese were snaking through the low palmettos toward the last few marines on Wake Island. One of the young marines was holding a prayer book and looking toward heaven, which was a sure Hollywood sign he was about to die with a slug to a vital organ. Then the scene cut to a young Japanese soldier aiming his sniper rifle, which looked just like mine. Then the film cut back to the young marine, and just as he crossed himself with the “Father, Son, and Holy—” BANG! He clutched his heart and slumped over.

“Yikes!” I called out. “They plugged him!”

“Is that a war movie?” Mom asked sharply, pointing toward the screen and squinting as if she were looking directly into the flickering projector.

“Not entirely,” I replied. “It’s more of a love war movie.” I lied. It was totally a war movie except for when the soon-to-be-dead marines talked about their girlfriends, but I threw in the word love because I thought she wouldn’t say what she said next.

“You know I don’t like you watching war movies,” she scolded me with her hands on her hips. “All that violence is bad for you—plus it gets you worked up.”

“I know, Mom,” I replied with as much huffiness in my voice as I thought I could get away with. “I know.”

“Do I need to remind you of your little problem?” she asked.

How could I forget? I was a nosebleeder. The moment something startled me or whenever I got overexcited or spooked about any little thing blood would spray out of my nose holes like dragon flames.

“I know,” I said to her, and instinctively swiped a finger under my nose to check for blood. “You remind me of my little problem all day long.”

“You know the doctor thinks it’s the sign of a bigger problem,” she said seriously. “If you have iron-poor blood you may not be getting enough oxygen to your brain.”

“Can you just leave, please?”

“Don’t be disrespectful,” she said, reminding me of my manners, but I was already obsessing about my bleeding-nose problem. When Dad’s old Chevy truck backfired I showered blood across the sidewalk. When I fell off the pony and landed on my butt my nose spewed blood down over my chest. At night, if I had a disturbing dream then my nose leaked through the pillow. I swear, with the blood I was losing I needed a transfusion about every other day. Something had to be wrong with me, but one really good advantage about being dirt-poor is that you can’t afford to go to the doctor and get bad news.

“Jack!” my mom called, and reached forward to poke my kneecap. “Jack! Are you listening? Come into the house soon. You’ll have to get to bed early now that you have morning plans.”

“Okay,” I said, and felt my fun evening leap off a cliff as she walked back toward the kitchen door. I knew she was still soaking the dishes in the sink so I had a little more time. Once she was out of sight I turned back to what I had been planning all along. I lifted the binoculars and focused in on the movie screen. The Japanese hadn’t quite finished off all the marines and I figured I’d be a marine too and help defend them. I knew we wouldn’t be fighting the Japanese anymore because they were now our friends, but it was good to use movie enemies for target practice because Dad said I had to get ready to fight off the Russian Commies who had already sneaked into the country and were planning to launch a surprise attack. I put down the binoculars and removed the ammo clip on the sniper rifle then aimed it toward the screen where I could just make out the small images. There was no scope on the rifle so I had to use the regular sight—the kind where you lined up a little metal ball on the far end of the barrel with the V-notch above the trigger where you pressed your cheek and eye to the cool wooden stock. The rifle weighed a ton. I hoisted it up and tried to aim at the movie screen, but the barrel shook back and forth so wildly I couldn’t get the ball to line up inside the V. I lowered the rifle and took a deep breath. I knew I didn’t have all night to play because of Mom, so I gave it another try as the Japanese made their final “Banzai!” assault.

I lifted the rifle again and swung the tip of the barrel straight up into the air. I figured I could gradually lower the barrel at the screen, aim, and pick off one of the Japanese troops. With all my strength I slowly lowered the barrel and held it steady enough to finally get the ball centered inside the V, and when I saw a tiny Japanese soldier leap out of a bush I quickly pulled the trigger and let him have it.

BLAM! The rifle fired off and violently kicked out of my grip. It flipped into the air before clattering down across the picnic table and sliding onto the ground. “Oh sweet cheeze-us!” I wailed, and dropped butt-first onto the table. “Ohhh! Cheeze-us-crust!” I didn’t know the rifle was loaded. I hadn’t put a shell in the chamber. My ears were ringing like air raid warnings. I tried to stand but was too dizzy and flopped over. “This is bad. This is bad,” I whispered over and over as I desperately gripped the tabletop.

“Jaaaack!” I heard my mother shriek and then the screen door slammed behind her.

“If I’m not already dead I soon will be,” I said to myself.

She sprinted across the grass and mashed through a bed of peonies and lunged toward me like a crazed animal. Before I could drop down and hide under the picnic table she pounced on me. “Oh … my … God!” she panted, and grabbed at my body as I tried to wiggle away. “Oh dear Lord! There’s blood! You’ve been shot! Where?” Then she gasped and pointed directly at my face. Her eyes bugged out and her scream was so high-pitched it was silent.

I tasted blood. “Oh cheeze!” I shouted. “I’ve been shot in the mouth!”

With the dish towel still clutched in her hand she pressed it against my forehead.

“Am I dying?” I blubbered. “Is there a hole in my head? Am I breathing?”

I felt her roughly wiping my face while trying to get a clear look at my wound. “Oh, good grief,” she suddenly groaned, and flung her bloodied arms down to her side.

“What?” I asked desperately. “Am I too hurt to be fixed?”

“It’s just your nose problem!” she said, exasperated. “Your dang bloody nose!” Then she pressed the towel to my face again. “Hold it there tightly,” she instructed, “I’ll go get another one.”

She stomped back toward the house, and I sat there for a few torturous minutes with one hand pressing the towel against my nose and breathed deeply through my mouth. Even through the blood I could smell the flinty gunpowder from the bullet. Dad is going to kill me, I thought. He’ll court-martial me and sentence me to death by firing squad. Before I could fully imagine the tragic end of my life I heard an ambulance wailing up the Norvelt road. It took a turn directly into Miss Volker’s driveway and stopped. The driver jumped out and sprinted toward her house and jerked open the porch door.

That’s not good, I thought and turned cold all over. If I shot Miss Volker through the head Mom will never believe it was an accident. She’ll think I was just trying to get out of going to her house in the morning.

I lowered myself down onto the picnic bench and then onto the grass which was slippery from my blood. I trotted across the yard to our screen door. I was still bleeding so I stood outside and dripped on the doormat. Please, please, please, don’t let me have shot her, I thought over and over. I knew I had to say something to Mom, so I gathered up a little courage and as casually as possible said, “Um, there happens to be an ambulance at Miss Volker’s house.”

But Mom was a step ahead of me. “Don’t worry,” she said right back. “I just now called down there. She’s fine. You didn’t shoot her if that is what you are thinking.”

“I was,” I admitted. “I thought I shot her dead!”

“It wasn’t that,” she said, now frowning at me from the other side of the door. “The shock from hearing the rifle go off caused her to drop her hearing aid down the toilet—I guess she had it turned up too high.”

“So why’d she call an ambulance? Did she get her arm stuck going after it?”

“No. She called the plumber, but he’s also the ambulance driver so he made an emergency call. Really,” she said with some admiration, “it’s good that people around this town know how to help out in different ways.”

“Hey, Mom,” I said quietly before going to wash my face at the outside work sink, “please don’t tell Dad about the gun accident.” He was out of town but you never knew when he’d finish a construction job and suddenly show up.

“I’ll consider it,” she said without much promise. “But until he returns you are grounded—and if you do something this stupid again you’ll barely live to regret it. Understand?”

I understood. I really didn’t want Dad knowing what had happened because he would blow a fuse. On top of him not wanting me to touch his stuff he was always trying to teach me about gun safety, and I figured after this gun episode he might give up on me and I didn’t want him to.

“Here,” she said, and handed me a wad of tissues so I could roll them into pointy cones to plug up my nose holes. “And before bed I want you to take a double dose of your iron drops,” she stressed. “The doctor doesn’t want you to become anemic.”

“It’s just a nosebleed,” I said glumly.

“There may be more to it,” she replied. “Besides, given that stunt you just pulled, it’s in your best interest to do exactly what I say.”

I did exactly what she said and cleaned all my blood off and took my medicine and went to bed, but firing that rifle had me all wound up. How could that bullet have gotten into the chamber? The ammo clip was off. I thought about it as I tossed back and forth, but couldn’t come up with an answer. Plus, it was hard to fall asleep with my nose stuffed with massive wads of bloody tissue while breathing through my dry mouth. I turned on my bedside lamp and picked a book from one of the tall stacks Mom had given me. She did some charity auction work for the old elementary school over in Hecla which was closing, and in return they gave her a bunch of books including their beat-up Landmark history series, which had dozens of titles about famous explorers. I was a little too drifty in school so she thought it was a good idea that I read more books, and she knew I liked history and adventure stories.

I started reading about Francisco Pizarro’s hard-to-believe conquest of the Incas in Peru. In 1532 Pizarro and fewer than two hundred men captured Atahualpa, the Inca chief, who had an army of fifty thousand soldiers. Pizarro’s men fired off an old flintlock blunderbuss and the noise and smoke scared the Inca army and Pizarro jumped on Atahualpa and held a sword to his neck and in that very instant the entire Inca empire was defeated. Amazing!

Pizarro then held Atahualpa hostage for a ransom of gold so the Incas brought Pizarro piles of golden life-size people and animals and plants—all sculpted from solid gold as if the Incas had the Midas touch while they strolled through their fantastic cities and farms and jungles and everything they even gently brushed up against turned into pure gold. But no one will ever again see that life-size golden world because once the conquistadors got their greedy hands on the gold they melted it down. They turned all those beautiful golden sculptures into boring Spanish coins and shipped boatloads of them back to the king and queen of Spain, who loved the gold but wanted even more.

Pizarro then raided all the temples and palaces and melted down the gold he found and sent that back. Still, it wasn’t enough for the king and queen. Pizarro even dug up the dead when it was discovered that they were buried with gold. He had their jewelry melted down and sent back to Spain. But it still wasn’t enough. So Pizarro’s men forced the Inca people to work harder in the gold mines. They melted the gold ore and sent that back to Spain, and when there was no more gold Pizarro broke his promise and strangled the Inca king. He turned the Inca people into slaves and they died by the thousands from harsh work and disease.

Finally, one of Pizarro’s own men sneaked up and stabbed him to death because he thought Pizarro was cheating him out of his share of gold for helping to conquer the Incas. Gold had driven the conquistadors crazy and they ended up killing themselves and all of those poor Incas. It was a really tragic story. I just wished I had been with Atahualpa and his army when the conquistadors fired off that blunderbuss. I could have told Atahualpa that I had fired off a rifle too and that it was scary, but not to panic. Then we could have ordered the Inca army to capture the gold-crazed conquistadors and saved the Inca civilization, and history would have been different. If only …

 

Text copyright © 2011 by Jack Gantos

Reading Group Guide

PRE-READING ACTIVITY
Ask students to brainstorm the kind of information normally featured in an obituary.
Read aloud the obituary of a house that Miss Volker writes for the Norvelt News
(pp. 194–97). Have students write an obituary of an old toy. Encourage them to include personal information. They may also wish to make it humorous.
THEMATIC CONNECTIONS:
Questions for Group Discussion
FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS
• Describe Jack's family.
• Jack is punished by his mom for shooting his dad's rifle and for mowing down her cornfield. Discuss how he is the victim in both incidents.
• Jack's parents try to convince him that they work as a team. Debate whether there is any teamwork in the Gantos family.
• Cite evidence that Jack's mom "wears the pants in the family."
• Which of Jack's parents does he most respect?
FRIENDSHIP
• Ask students to discuss Jack's reputation among his peers.
• Bunny Huffer is Jack's best friend. Trace their relationship from the beginning of the novel to the end.
• At first, Jack is simply Miss Volker's scribe. At what point does he become her friend?
• How does Bunny regard Jack's relationship with Miss Volker?
• Ask students to discuss the relationship between Mr. Spizz and Miss Volker.
• Mr. Spizz enjoys pestering Jack. Debate whether he is jealous of Jack's relationship with Miss Volker.
COMMUNITY
• Norvelt is a New Deal community that was built to give "hardworking poor people a helping hand" (p. 54). Why does Jack's dad call it a "Commie" town?
• Discuss Miss Volker's commitment to the town.
• Debate whether Norvelt has lost its true sense of community.
• What does Mrs. Gantos miss most about the "old" Norvelt? How is she trying to instill a sense of community in Jack?
• Discuss how a town can change without changing its sense of community.
COURAGE
• Jack tells his mother that his dad made him mow down the corn. Why does he feel that squealing on his dad was a cowardly thing to do?
• Anytime that Jack is anxious or fearful, his nose bleeds. How does it take courage to let Miss Volker operate on his nose?
• Explain how Bunny contributes to Jack's fears. How does she also help him gain courage?
• What is Jack's most courageous act in the novel?
LYING/HONESTY
• Explain what Mrs. Gantos means when she tells Jack, "Remember, a person first lies to himself before he lies to others" (pp. 207–8).
• Jack tells his parents that he didn't put the bullet in the rifle. Why does it take
Mr. Gantos a while to admit that Jack is telling the truth?
• Who are the most honest and trustworthy characters in the novel?
• Discuss the most dishonest characters. How do they lie to themselves and to the entire community?
GROWING UP
• At different times in the novel, Bunny and Miss Volker tell Jack that he needs to be a man. How might their definition of a man differ?
• In what ways is Jack's father still a boy? Debate whether this interferes with
Jack's journey toward manhood.
• At what point in the novel does Jack begin to understand his role as a man?
Which character is most responsible for his coming of age?
CURRICULUM CONNECTIONS
VOCABULARY
The vocabulary in the novel is not difficult, but students should be encouraged to jot down unfamiliar words and try to define them using clues from the context.
Such words may include: sinister (p. 22), delusional (p. 27), abscond (p. 30), feral (p. 49),
contempt (p. 55), willful (p. 71), carnage (p. 90), barter (p. 95), convulsive (p. 128),
euthanized (p. 135), simian (p. 166), incredulous (p. 175), ingrate (p. 175), tirade (p. 202),
restorative (p. 263), impaled (p. 303), and noxious (p. 311).
LANGUAGE ARTS
Jack's favorite part of the newspaper is the "This Day In History" column written by Miss Volker. The paper reprints old columns that she wrote when her hands were good. Ask each student to pick a date in July or August and research historical events that happened on that day. Then have them write a new "This Day In History"
column that Jack might write for the Norvelt News.
For another assignment, ask students to think about the humor in both character and plot in the novel. Then have them do a funny live radio interview with Miss
Volker and Jack about the day Miss Volker is held captive by Mr. Spizz, how she got him to confess to the murders, and how he arranged his getaway. Ask other folks in
Norvelt to react to his crime.
SOCIAL STUDIES
There were many New Deal communities similar to Norvelt located throughout the nation. Refer students to the following Web site for information about some of these communities: http://www.arthurdaleheritage.org/history/new-deal-homestead-communities/.
Ask each student to write and illustrate a brief article on one New Deal community.
The illustration may include, among other things, a map or a drawing of the architecture of the homes. Instruct students to make a statement about what has happened to the community.
For another activity, arrange a classroom debate based on the ongoing argument between Jack's parents about the principles on which Norvelt was founded. For instance, consider the scene where Jack and his parents play Monopoly on his birthday
(p. 185). His parents disagree about the value of the game. Mr. Gantos calls it "the
American dream in a box." Mrs. Gantos counters: "It teaches you how to ruin other people's lives without caring." Divide the class into two opposing teams. Have one team adopt Mrs. Gantos's view of Mrs. Roosevelt and the New Deal communities,
and the other Mr. Gantos's attitude toward Norvelt and his role in dismantling the town. Then hold a debate between the teams about the New Deal communities and how the game of Monopoly relates to the concept of community.
SAFETY
Jack's dad has a talk with him about gun safety. Divide the class into small groups and ask them to make a two-minute video on gun safety. Encourage them to be creative and to use a title or slogan that will get kids' attention. Then have them become familiar with the gun laws in their state.
DRAMA
Divide the class into four groups. Ask each group to pick a favorite chapter in the novel, prepare a script from it, and present it as a one-act play in one of the following genres: mystery, horror, comedy, or soap opera.
ART
Have students record everything they know about Mr. Spizz. Ask them to make a
"Wanted" poster for his arrest. Include a reward for his capture. Make a composite sketch for the poster that Jack and Miss Volker offer to the authorities.
INTERNET RESOURCES
http://www.firstladies.org/biographies/firstladies.aspx?biography=33
This official Web site of the National First Ladies' Library provides a biography of
Eleanor Roosevelt and discusses her contribution to her husband's New Deal programs.
http://www.nationalmuseum.af.mil/factsheets/factsheet.asp?id=6328\
This official Web site of the National Museum of the U.S. Air Force provides the history and specifications of the Piper Cub J-3 plane like the one Mr. Gantos bought.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hi im 11 and i was looking for a fun, humorous book. This is just what i was looking for! This book was recommended by tons of my friends and teachers and i want to spread the word!!!!!! I recommend this book to everyone no matter what age!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just started a new year at school and over the summer i had to read, Dead End in Norvelt for the book-report due on the first day of school. It sounded like a book that wouldn't be my cup of tea, but after reading the first few chapters, i stood uncorrected! Its filled with drama,humor,a big mystery,and other things that i don't want to spoil!! So if you belive me,than mabey try the free sample first and if you like it,then get the full book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Being a middle school librarian, I would highly recommend this story to those students who like realistic fiction. Students who struggle with reading and possibly behavior issues, will like this novel since it is about a middle-school boy, Jack Gantos, who gets into trouble in the quirky town of Norvelt. The characters are odd, unusual, and funny. This is a book to be read just for the fun of it, like all of his other books. Don't take yourself too seriously when you read this story! Boys who are not huge sci fi or fantasy fans will particularly be drawn to Jack. There are lots of twists and turns in the plot but the ending is satisfying even if it is expected.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found the subject interesting even though I am 50. Which is not the target audience for this book. It held my attention and kept me reading even if I only had 20 minutes available.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This amazing book is about a boy named Jack Gantos and his nose bleeds when he is scared,happy,nervous,or lying.His dad tells him to mow down his mom's cornfield that is for people that can't make food for themselves.So he gets grounded for the entire summer.The person who writes obituaries for the newspaper,Miss Volker, and she can't write anymore.So he does it for her.That summer a hells angel comes and curses the town.Everybody starts dying.Is it because of the curse?Read to find out. A great book!The cool part is the author is Jack Gantos and he had the nose bleed problem,too!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im 11 and i had to read this book for school, at first i thought it was really boring, but as i started to get into it, it was really good. This book is really funny, yet creepy. So i recomend this book for any age.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
An amazing read!Jack is a very relatable character and the story is VERY creative!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read it and loved it, but im not sure why, it ended after 200 pages. I know its just a problem with my nook but up until that, EPIC
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awesome book.good for ages between 9-14.lol in some parts.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read Dead End in Norvelt by Jack Gantos.  In this book Jack is looking forward to a great summer vacation. Until he gets got using his dads hunting rifle and for sneaking out of his house without his permission. He gets grounded for the rest of the summer. He has to help his neighbor; Miss Volker. He also has a big problem with his nose. It bleeds a lot and the doctor doesn’t know how to fix it. Will Jack be able to “survive” his summer while being grounded?  I give this book 4 out of 5 stars. I think it is a very good book. It is detailed and very interesting. The only thing that gave only 4 stars was there were parts were everybody was just talking and that was it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
There are certain books that are so good that i have to read them twice. This is one of them.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jack Gantos lives in a small town of Norvelt in southwestern Pennsylvania. His small utopian town is disappearing in front of his eyes. After shooting a rifle on accident he was grounded for the summer. All he does is build a bomb shelter and read history books, until he gets an awkward job, writing obituaries for Miss Volker, his neighbor. Now with an excuse to get out of the house, Jack visits Miss Volker almost every day. One day a big change happens. The cops do an autopsy on one of the cadavers and found it full poison. People start to accuse each other and the old Norvelt trust is broken. Not being able to do anything Jack tries to help Miss Volker with her obituaries. Will Norvelt return to its “golden age” of happiness? I think this book was okay. It was kind of dull but had some better sections through out it. It was very amusing to see Jack handle the situation he was in. the book was a great mystery novel to read to the class or by yourself. Anyone who enjoys mysteries and has a good reading skill should read this book
mjr64 More than 1 year ago
Loved this book. My son (12) and I both read this book and we chuckled alot. The characters were fun and we learned a few interesting historical facts along the way. We will definitely be reading other books by Jack Gantos.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
You should definitely buy this because I love it. If you like it or not, just please read at least some because it is very good book that me and my family all love. :)!!!! Peace out.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My teacher is reading this book to the class and everyone loves it it has moments that keep you on the end of your seat. we are about half way through an i love it i may even go out and buy a copy for my self to read again after our class finishes it. I give it five stars. I recemend buying this book you wont regreat it i swear
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Even though this book isnt rrally mr itd likr so totaaly good like oh cheese like oh yes i finally found a book that i can understand ir a book that ii finally like i kind of hate reading no matter what no offendr to my kanguage arts and reading teacher but i hate reading. Its like so totally wierand now i pretty much love reading because of this book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have 30 pages left and i still find it boring. It seems more like a book for a boy not a girl. People should at least try the sample because everyone has different tastes. This book was an easy read and good for easy summer reading if you are an advanced reader like me. I read the harry potter seiries which makes rhis book seem less enjoyable to me but maybe not for you. Hug and bugs too, anonumous.
BookSakeBlogspot More than 1 year ago
The weird just got weirder. The quirkiness and oddities of the town Jack is living in makes for some fun bits and pieces. Not one of the characters is dull or mundane, everyone is eccentric and interesting. At times I felt that his parents were horrible people for the way they let their son get into trouble when it was their fault and not his own - that was really bothersome that it never changed. The plot was where the problem was with this story. Because everything is about the oddity of the town and the people living in it, the plot.which I didn't even really realize was there till the end.was buried underneath everything else. The story moves around without much rhyme or reason and the characters do not show any growth or change or any intentions of doing anything differently. While it had fun parts to read, there was nothing to walk away from this book with. Reviewed by Jessica for Book Sake.
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This book is so well written-LOVE IT! ...No wonder it got 2 awards :) Highly reccommend.
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I love this book and the second book is good as well :})
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I love this book so much I just want to read it over and over again!