Tiger, Tiger

Tiger, Tiger

by Lynne Reid Banks

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ISBN-13: 9780440420446
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 02/13/2007
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 208
Sales rank: 485,902
Product dimensions: 4.13(w) x 6.88(h) x 0.59(d)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Lynne Reid Banks is the bestselling author of many popular books for children and adults. She lives in Dorset, England.

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In the Hold

The two cubs huddled together, their front paws intertwined, their heads and flanks pressed to each other.
Darkness crushed them, and bad smells, and motion. And fear.
The darkness was total. It was not what they were used to. In the jungle there is always light for a tiger's eyes. It filters down through the thickest leaves from a generous sky that is never completely dark. It reflects off pools and glossy leaves and the eyes of other creatures. Darkness in the jungle is a reassurance. It says it's time to come out of the lair, to play, to eat, to learn the night. It's a safe darkness, a familiar, right darkness. This darkness was all wrong.
The smells were bad because there was no way to bury their scat. And there was the smell of other animals, and their fear. And there was a strange smell they didn't recognize, a salt smell like blood. But it wasn't blood.
It was bad being enclosed. All the smells that should have dissipated on the wind were held in, close. Cloying the sensitive nostrils. Choking the breath. Confusing and deceiving, so that the real smells, the smells that mattered, couldn't be found, however often the cubs put up their heads and reached for them, sniffing in the foul darkness.
The motion was the worst. The ground under them was not safe and solid. It pitched and rocked. Sometimes it leaned so far that they slid helplessly until they came up against something like hard, cold, thin trees. These were too close together to let the cubs squeeze between them. Next moment the ground tipped the other way. The cubs slid though the stinking straw till they fell against the cold trees on the other side. When the unnatural motion grew really strong, the whole enclosure they were in slid and crashed against other hard things, frightening the cubs so that they snarled and panted and clawed at the hard nonearth under their pads, trying in vain to steady themselves.
They would put back their heads and howl, and try to bite the cold thin things that stopped them being free. Then their slaver sometimes had blood in it.
When the awful pitching and rolling stopped and they could once again huddle up close, their hearts stopped racing, and they could lick each other's faces for reassurance.
They were missing their mother—their Big One. They waited for her return—she had always come back before. But she was gone forever. No more warm coat, no rough, comforting, cleansing tongue. No more good food, no big body to clamber on, no tail to chase, pretending it was prey. No more lessons. No more love and safety.
All their natural behavior was held in abeyance. They no longer romped and played. There was no space and they had no spirit for it. Mostly they lay together and smelled each other's good smell through all the bad smells.
As days and nights passed in this terrifying, sickening fashion, they forgot their mother, because only Now mattered for them. Now's bewilderment, fear, helplessness, and disgust.
There was only one good time in all the long hours. They came to look forward to it, to know when it was coming.
They began to recognize when the undifferentiated thudding overhead, where the sky ought to be, presaged the opening of a piece of that dead sky, and the descent from this hole of the two-legged male animals that brought them food. Then they would jump to their feet and mewl and snarl with excitement and eagerness. They would stretch their big paws through the narrow space between the cold trees and, when the food came near, try to hook it with their claws and draw it close more quickly. The food, raw meat on a long, flat piece of wood, would be shoved through a slot down near the ground, the meat—never quite enough to fill their stomachs—scraped off, and the wood withdrawn. Water came in a bowl through the same slot. They often fought over it and spilled it. They were nearly always thirsty.
The male two-legs made indecipherable noises: "Eat up, boys! Eat and grow and get strong. You're going to need it, where you're going!"
And then there would be a sound like a jackal's yelping and the two-legs would move off and feed the other creatures imprisoned in different parts of the darkness.
Brown bears. Jackals. A group of monkeys, squabbling and chattering hysterically. There were wild dogs, barking incessantly and giving off a terrible stench of anger and fear. There were peacocks with huge rustling tails, that spoke in screeches. And somewhere quite far away, a she-elephant, with something fastened to her legs that made an unnatural clanking sound as she moved her great body from foot to foot in the creaking, shifting, never-ending dark.
One night the dogs began to bite and tear at each other amid an outburst of snarling and shrieking sounds. The cubs were afraid and huddled down in the farthest corner of their prison. But they could hear the wild battles as one dog after another succumbed and was torn to pieces. The next time the sky opened, the two-legged animals found a scene of carnage, with only two dogs left alive.
"There'll be trouble now," one muttered, as he dragged the remains out from a half-opening while others held the survivors off with pointed sticks.
"I said they should have put 'em all in separate cages. They'll say we didn't feed 'em enough."
"Better cut the corpses up and give the meat to the tigers. Dogs is one thing, but if we lose one of them cubs, we'll be dog meat ourselves."
After that there was no shortage of food and the cubs spent most of the time when they weren't eating, sleeping off their huge meals. But their sleep was not peaceful.
The cubs had no desire to fight or kill each other. They didn't know they were brothers, but each knew that the other was all he had. One was the firstborn and the larger. He was the leader. In the jungle, he had been fed first and most, and had led their games and pretend hunts. He was also the more intelligent of the two. He came to understand that it was no use howling and scratching at the ground and rubbing backward and forward with cheek and sides against the cold, close-together barriers, or trying to chew them to pieces. When his brother did these things, he would knock him down with his paw and lie on him to stop him.
The younger one would submit. It was better, he found. His paws, throat, and teeth stopped being sore. He learned to save his energies. But the misery was still there. It only stopped while he ate, and when he curled up with his brother and they licked each other's faces, and slept.

Table of Contents

1In the Hold5
2Caesar's Daughter13
3The Naming29
6Aurelia to the Circus71
7"The Greatest Treat"78
8The Trick95
9The Catastrophe108
11Julius in Chains132
12Aurelia's Secret141
13Aurelia's Sacrifice154
14The Ides of July161
15In the Arena170
16A Triumph of Will184
Author's Note195

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Tiger, Tiger 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book. I liked it. Normally something i dont read about but great book. Ill recommened it to animal & tiger lovers!
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For what?
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I think i will like this book because it sounds interestin!g
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Its also a movie!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is an awesome book to read. Very action packed but very sad. It is great for anyone espesally if your learing about acient rome. Trust me you will love this book as much as i did!!! I promis...... im not a person who likes reading but this book is very entertaining!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Warriors is so overrated.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Since the overview gave away the ending, I won't be reading this one. I hope BN sees this, and I am sorry it's not a review. But spoilers in book overviews are ridiculous and should never happen.
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Christopher Morgan More than 1 year ago
Tiger, Tiger is an real book. It will let you feel what the charactars feel, you see what they see, and you hear what they hear. It provides a twisted story for you to read eith every bit if intrest. I read this tween book at thr age of eight, and I remember every single detial and I turned eleven a month ago. Dive into this book.
Charlie1977 More than 1 year ago
I received this as a present and it is the first book I have read from this author. The story is not bad, but it doesnt grip you. Well written, but not my favourite story. I would like to read another book by this author, as I liked the writing style.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
Very interesting book, I loved the fact that they mixed in forbidden romance and that the story took place in this particular place in the world. Some people, however, might find the book boring if they don't pay attention to what's really happening. I wish the ending was a little more interesting, but overall I totally recommend this book to teens.
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