Friday 56 is hosted by Freda.
here it is...
Suddenly Amilcar came into the garage. He lived on Palmerston, but his laneway was shared with Euclid, one block over. Amilcar was nine when he came to Canada. His family had com from mainland Portugal, as he never failed to remind us dirty Azoreans. My mother told us that he was only a boy and that he didn't really know what he was saying, that he was only repeating what he heard from his parents. I knew he said it because he was an asshole. Even though he was fourteen now he was in our class. He had been held back a year when he first arrived and then he failed the following year.
This is a coming of age story, set in a very difficult time in Toronto. If you think bullying is something new, think again.
Happy Reading
5 comments:
I've never seen this book before. Sounds interesting.
Does sound interesting. I remember all the way back to the late 50's and there was bullying as you say. There really isn't anything new under the sun, I think we just hear more news these days.
It seems like things just keep getting uglier and uglier, even with all the information out there. Such a tragedy.
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Sounds horrible, but that usually is good reading. Living near Toronto I feel like I should know this one but I don't. I'm going to look it up though.
I added you to the Linky. Happy Sunday!
Speaking of not being able to focus, dear Irene, I apologize for not checking on you in so long. On March 20th I had total hip replacement. I am now walking like a nineteen-year-old, without pain, not limping as I've done for years. I guess that makes me a miracle of modern medicine. I hope you're feeling well too. xoxo
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