33 Snowfish
33 Snowfish
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Annotation: A homeless boy, running from the police with a fifteen-year-old, drug-addicted prostitute, her boyfriend who just killed his own parents, and a baby, gets the chance to make a better life for himself. Contains Adult Language. Contains Mature Material
Catalog Number: #297807
Binding Type: Perma-Bound (from Original Paperback)
Special Formats: Adult Language Adult Language
Publisher: Candlewick Press
Copyright Date: 2003
Edition Date: 2006
Illustrator: Ering, Timothy B.,
Pages: 179 p.
Availability: Special Order Only - Contact Customer Service at +1 800 637-6581 or +1 217 243-5451
ISBN: Publisher: 0-7636-2917-0 Perma-Bound: 0-605-01340-3
ISBN 13: Publisher: 978-0-7636-2917-5 Perma-Bound: 978-0-605-01340-7
Dewey: Fic
LCCN: 2002031156
Dimensions: 20 cm.
Language: English
Reviewing Agencies: ALA Best Book For Young Adults , Horn Book (4/1/04) , Kirkus Reviews , Publishers Weekly , School Library Journal , Voice of Youth Advocates , Wilson's High School Catalog
Word Count: 37,417
Reading Level: 5.2
Interest Level: 9-12
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 5.2 / points: 6.0 / quiz: 68825 / grade: Upper Grades
Reading Counts!: reading level:7.8 / points:10.0
Lexile: 1050L
Guided Reading Level: Z+
Fountas & Pinnell: Z+
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.


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

"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, disturbing, and starkly illuminating, his hypnotic narration captures the voices of two damaged souls - a third speaks only through drawings - to tell a story of alienation, deprivation, and ultimately, the saving power of compassion.