Porcupine of Truth

Porcupine of Truth

by Bill Konigsberg
Porcupine of Truth

Porcupine of Truth

by Bill Konigsberg


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The Stonewall Book Award-winning novel from the author of The Bridge, Openly Straight, and Honestly Ben

"Words like 'brilliant' are so overused when praising novels—so I won't use that word. I'll just think it." — Benjamin Alire Sáenz, author of Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe"Undeniably human and unforgettably wise, this book is a gift for us all." — Andrew Smith, author of Grasshopper JungleCarson Smith is resigned to spending his summer in Billings, Montana, helping his mom take care of his father, a dying alcoholic he doesn't really know. Then he meets Aisha Stinson, a beautiful girl who has run away from her difficult family, and discovers a secret regarding his grandfather, who disappeared without warning or explanation decades before. Together, Carson and Aisha embark on an epic road trip to try and save Carson's dad, restore his fragmented family, and discover the "Porcupine of Truth" in all of their lives.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781338715835
Publisher: Scholastic, Inc.
Publication date: 09/01/2020
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 672,744
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.80(d)
Age Range: 14 - 18 Years

About the Author

Bill Konigsberg is the author of six books for young adults, which have won awards including the Stonewall Book Award, the Sid Fleischman Award for Humor, and the Lambda Literary Award. Bill lives with his husband, Chuck, and their two Labradoodles, Mabel and Buford. Please visit him online at billkonigsberg.com and @billkonigsberg.

Read an Excerpt

At our next stop on the zoo tour, we pass a sign that reads WOLF WOODS, and she puts her hands on the mesh enclosure. "There are four wolves left. There were many more at one time, but one of the wolves was a psychopath."I laugh, figuring she is making a joke. She doesn't laugh back. I catch sight of one of the wolves. He's white with steely eyes, and he's staring at me. "A psychopath?""Well, what would you call it? Wolves were showing up dead. Disemboweled. They couldn't figure out who had done it, so they brought in a wolf detective. She got right to solving the case. We only lost three more after that, and once she found the killer, they hung him."I look out at the area. A wolf detective! I'd never heard of that. And then I look back at her. "Wait. They hung a wolf?" She sucks her lips in, rolls her eyes up, and stares at the sky. "Too much?""You made that all up, didn't you?" I ask.She tilts her head. "I may have."We have stopped walking. "Cool," I say. "Is it?"I think: yeah. It's the kind of thing that the improv comedy group at my high school does. I joined this year, because of a girl, of course, and that didn't work out, of course. But I really like improv. "It's totally cool," I say.

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