Wonderful blend of fact and fiction. It gives information to what really occurred at the not as bad concentration camps which is not stories you hear much. Also the camp mentioned is not talked about much so its history and how it was used in the story and later in history is a nice touch ans fac...
Pete likes to play pranks. It doesn't matter what it is as long as it gets a laugh. When he impersonates his vice-principal on a radio call-in show, he goes too far and is suspended from school. Pete's parents send him to spend the summer working with his uncle, a whale-watching guide in a touris...
Fifteen-year-old Tim loves his job at his dad's pet store, partly because he gets to spend time with his best friend, a black cockatoo named Elmo. But things at work have been tense since the store moved to a larger, more expensive location. To make extra money his father rents out the store's ex...
I still enjoy remembering how it happened. One afternoon last January, my mom asked me to return some books to the library. The drop-off box outside was frozen shut, so I had to go inside. Otherwise I’d never have seen the exhibit—prize-winning photographs by Montreal high school students. I was ...
The customs inspector peers into the Jeep. I can see him taking it all in— Mick, who has removed his sunglasses, in the driver’s seat; me sitting next to him, my legs neatly crossed; the plastic water bottles at my feet; the pile of scripts in the backseat. “We’re together,” I answer. “We’re frie...
I don’t like the idea of being alone with Floyd again. I’m more nervous around him than I am around the guard dogs. But it’s payday, so I climb into the front seat. “Hey, kid,” a raspy voice says, and I relax. Vince is driving. “Floyd’s under the weather. It’s just us today.” “My name’s Justin,” ...
“Ick,” Jewel Chu called out, wrinkling her nose. Valerie slid open a window to let in some fresh air. Georgie and Pierre had used their lighters to melt the plastic bell cord. Part of the plastic had melted right off. In a couple of spots, you could see right down to the wire. The bus driver coug...
Some have long, unwashed dreadlocks, and others’ heads are shaven. Their arms are tattooed, their lips and eyebrows are pierced, and their faces are sunburned and craggy from living on the streets. They hang out at busy intersections, often at entrances or exits to the highway, and when the traff...
Not just in miracles, but in the whole package. Our Savior. Catholicism. Religion. If it weren’t for Catholicism, Father Francoeur might not have told Marco being gay was a sin—and Marco might not have drunk so much and got himself run over by a train. And if it weren’t for Catholicism, women in ...
Now, with the sun’s last rays reflecting off it, the inukshuk will make a great picture. I have to take off my caribou-skin mitts to get the camera out of my parka’s inside pocket. I’m glad I thought of packing the camera case inside a sock inside a plastic bag, otherwise, the lens would be frost...
But not Clay. The next morning I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, trying to read the comics. I didn’t mind that he was in the kitchen too, reading the front page of the paper. What I did mind was how he kept interrupting me. “Rash of home invasions continues,” he read aloud. “Uh-huh,” I sai...
I ask Daisy the next morning at the metro station. She is wearing the same black leggings she got in trouble for wearing yesterday. “I put myself up to it.” Daisy’s dark eyes shine. She is more offended now than when I turned her in to Germinato. &n...