Stand Your Ground
Autor Eric Waltersen Limba Engleză Paperback – 16 mai 2013 – vârsta de la 12 ani
Sometimes the longest journey is back to where you belong…
Life was pretty exciting for Jonathan when he lived with his con-artist father. But now he has to stay with his grandparents while his dad hides from some angry customers, and life is tough. It’s hard to make friends when you’re scamming them. Hard to gain the trust of wary grandparents. And hard to decide whether to leave when the coast is clear ߝ or stand for a new and better life.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781554552856
ISBN-10: 1554552850
Pagini: 230
Dimensiuni: 140 x 202 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.28 kg
Ediția:Anniversary
Editura: FITZHENRY & WHITESIDE
ISBN-10: 1554552850
Pagini: 230
Dimensiuni: 140 x 202 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.28 kg
Ediția:Anniversary
Editura: FITZHENRY & WHITESIDE
Notă biografică
Eric Walters is the author of many books for middle grade and young adult readers including Northern Exposures, I’ve Got an Idea, Stranded, Visions, The Money Pit Mystery and Ricky. He lives in Mississauga, Ontario with his family.
Extras
“As the car moved slowly through the softly falling snow, I could feel my heart beating in time to the rhythm of the wipers. It was pounding against my chest so loudly that I was sure my father could hear it from where he sat beside me at the steering wheel.
The houses were all set well back from the street and looked neat and tidy and tiny. Each was brightly lit with strings of Christmas lights. Between the glare from these bulbs and the streetlights and the reflection from the snow, it was almost as bright as day. I would have welcomed darkness.
My father pulled the car over to the curb and stopped.
"It's just down there, the white house with the red pickup in the driveway," my father said. "Do you see it, Jonnie?"
I nodded.
"Well, this is it. You better get going," he continued. I put my hand on the door handle and then hesitated. "Dad, I... I don't want to go."
"Want has nothing to do with it. Neither of us has any choice. You've got to go," he said with a hint of annoyance.
"I know, I know." I continued to stare out the front window, not wanting to make eye contact.
My father had told me there was more heat than ever before and that he had to travel hard and fast. So hard and fast that he needed to leave me behind. I wasn't sure who was after him this time. Probably not the police, because he wasn't afraid of them. And he was sure afraid now. We didn't talk about it, but I figured he'd gotten in over his head again with gamblers and didn't have the money to pay them.”
The houses were all set well back from the street and looked neat and tidy and tiny. Each was brightly lit with strings of Christmas lights. Between the glare from these bulbs and the streetlights and the reflection from the snow, it was almost as bright as day. I would have welcomed darkness.
My father pulled the car over to the curb and stopped.
"It's just down there, the white house with the red pickup in the driveway," my father said. "Do you see it, Jonnie?"
I nodded.
"Well, this is it. You better get going," he continued. I put my hand on the door handle and then hesitated. "Dad, I... I don't want to go."
"Want has nothing to do with it. Neither of us has any choice. You've got to go," he said with a hint of annoyance.
"I know, I know." I continued to stare out the front window, not wanting to make eye contact.
My father had told me there was more heat than ever before and that he had to travel hard and fast. So hard and fast that he needed to leave me behind. I wasn't sure who was after him this time. Probably not the police, because he wasn't afraid of them. And he was sure afraid now. We didn't talk about it, but I figured he'd gotten in over his head again with gamblers and didn't have the money to pay them.”