Hoping for a fresh start, a homeless teenager and his father head for San Francisco in this first novel from an author of picture books (The Sugaring-Off Party, p. 228, etc.). San Francisco is crowded with street people and short on employment. Admitted temporarily to a family shelter, Aaron spends his days aimlessly as his father tracks down odd jobs, sells his blood a pint at a time, and saves enough to buy a van. Off they go to the fields, becoming migrant laborers for a seasonuntil a climactic forest fire brings near-tragedy and a change of luck: a job offer from the local fire chief. London casts his story in short, easy chapters, doesn't go for shock value (all that Maria, a young woman Aaron meets, will say about her private life is that she makes her rent ``dancing. In one of thoseyou knowadults-only joints.''), and ties up loose ends neatly. The focus here is as much on the hostility of police and some members of the public as on the dangers and discomforts of homelessness. Topped by the predictable happy ending, this slides down rather easily, but Aaron's desperate wish for a home may spark a response in younger readers. (Fiction. 10-13)
Pub Date: Aug. 1, 1995
ISBN: 0-670-86028-X
Page Count: 94
Publisher: Viking
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 1995
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If it were a Golden Age comic, this tale of ridiculous science, space dogs and humanoid aliens with flashlights in their hands might not be bad. Alas... Number Four is a fugitive from the planet Lorien, which is sloppily described as both "hundreds of lightyears away" and "billions of miles away." Along with eight other children and their caretakers, Number Four escaped from the Mogadorian invasion of Lorien ten years ago. Now the nine children are scattered on Earth, hiding. Luckily and fairly nonsensically, the planet's Elders cast a charm on them so they could only be killed in numerical order, but children one through three are dead, and Number Four is next. Too bad he's finally gained a friend and a girlfriend and doesn't want to run. At least his newly developing alien powers means there will be screen-ready combat and explosions. Perhaps most idiotic, "author" Pittacus Lore is a character in this fiction—but the first-person narrator is someone else entirely. Maybe this is a natural extension of lightly hidden actual author James Frey's drive to fictionalize his life, but literature it ain't. (Science fiction. 11-13)
Pub Date: Aug. 17, 2010
ISBN: 978-0-06-196955-3
Page Count: 448
Publisher: Harper/HarperCollins
Review Posted Online: Dec. 22, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 2010
Paulsen recalls personal experiences that he incorporated into Hatchet (1987) and its three sequels, from savage attacks by moose and mosquitoes to watching helplessly as a heart-attack victim dies. As usual, his real adventures are every bit as vivid and hair-raising as those in his fiction, and he relates them with relish—discoursing on “The Fine Art of Wilderness Nutrition,” for instance: “Something that you would never consider eating, something completely repulsive and ugly and disgusting, something so gross it would make you vomit just looking at it, becomes absolutely delicious if you’re starving.” Specific examples follow, to prove that he knows whereof he writes. The author adds incidents from his Iditarod races, describes how he made, then learned to hunt with, bow and arrow, then closes with methods of cooking outdoors sans pots or pans. It’s a patchwork, but an entertaining one, and as likely to win him new fans as to answer questions from his old ones. (Autobiography. 10-13)
Pub Date: Feb. 1, 2001
ISBN: 0-385-32650-5
Page Count: 150
Publisher: Delacorte
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 15, 2000
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