33 Snowfish

Name: 33 Snowfish
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ISBN: 9780763629175

ISBN-10: 0763629170

ISBN-13: 9780763629175

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Authors: Adam Rapp, Timothy Basil Ering

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"Adam Rapp's brilliant and haunting story will break your heart. But then his words will mend it. . . . Absolutely unforgettable." - Michael Cart On the run in a stolen car with a kidnapped baby in tow, Custis, Curl, and Boobie are three young people with deeply troubled pasts and bleak futures. As they struggle to find a new life for themselves, it becomes painfully clear that none of them will ever be able to leave the past behind. Yet for one, redemption is waiting in the unlikeliest of places. With the raw language of the street and lyrical, stream-of-consciousness prose, Adam Rapp hurtles the reader into a world of lost children, a world that is not for the faint of heart. Gripping,…

Book details

List price: $7.99
Publisher: Candlewick Press
Publication date: 2/14/2006
Binding: Paperback
Pages: 192
Size: 7.50" wide x 5.00" long x 0.50" tall
Weight: 0.352
Language: English



When I opened my eyes Boobie wasn't in the driver's seat no more. He wasn't next to me and he wasn't in the back seat neither, and when I looked up and through the windshield I could see him walking backwards through the dead trees.


I looked in the back seat again cuz I couldn't hear the baby but the TV box was still there and the baby was in it and his arms was swimming out and you could see the windshield wipers slashing through his little blue eyes and I gave him my frostbite hand and he took it and put it in his mouth and I tried singing that "Hushabye Mountain" song to him but I couldn't get the words right cuz my teeth was chattering.


Then I looked out through the windshield again and Boobie kept walking backwards, smaller and smaller, and the snow was thick and white and sideways but you could still see how his hair was lifting off his shoulders. He raised his hand up like he was trying to say goodbye and even though he was far away now I put my good hand up and tried to touch him through the glass.


And I called out to him, too. I used the voice in my throat and the voice in my heart and the voice in my guts and the psychic voice in my mind, but Boobie couldn't hear me.


And I called out again and again till his hand fell and he started to fade, floating back and back, disappearing through the snowing trees.


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33 SNOWFISH by Adam Rapp. Copyright (c) 2006 by Adam Rapp. Published by Candlewick Press, Inc., Cambridge, MA.