On the banks of the Mississippi, Tom Sawyer and his friends seek out adventure at every turn.
Then one fateful night they witness a murder. The boys swear never to reveal the secret and run away to be pirates and search for hidden treasure.
But when Tom gets trapped in a cave with the murderer, can he escape unharmed? Richard Peck is an American novelist known for his young adult books.
He was awarded American's highly prestigious Newbery Medal in 2001 for his novel A Year Down Yonder.
- Format: Paperback
- Pages: 352 pages, Illustrations
- Publisher: Penguin Books Ltd
- Publication Date: 05/04/2008
- Category: Classic
- ISBN: 9780141321103
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Review by kaionvin
To the illustrious Mr. Mark Twain: I avoided it when I stopped about a fifth of the way into <I>A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court</I> last year. But half-way through <I>The Adventures of Tom Sawyer</I>, it could be denied no longer. I don’t think it’s going to work out between us. It’s not you. Sure, you’re too overly nostalgic about your boyhood, which creates plot laxness more annoying to those who don’t share your experiences and fondness for the characters’ adventures. But you certainly got an ear for the slang, and I admire your contribution is portraying everyday life. You’re a clever, witty guy, and I still like that San Francisco quote. It’s me. Hey, I love AuhMeriKha. I love colorful language and rip-rolling fun. But sorry, it’s just an unbidden nails-on-chalkboard cringe kind-of-thing. A visceral, unbidden rejection that spews into my insides with every spirited dead-cat shenanigan or high-falutin' rafting adventure plan that comes out of Tom Sawyer’s mouth. (Maybe it’s Tom Brown’s <I>Schooldays</I>, which I excruciatingly suffered like the burning cart-wreck of sociopathy-masquerading-as-“boys while be boys” mentality it was when I partook in a children’s literature course last year.) But buck up, you’ve still got that reputation as a classic American writer going for you. And there’s that new autobiography coming out… and being long six feet under probably helps take away a little of the sting. So let's call it even, and be friends, the kind that never write and never speak, but only spoken of briefly, inaccurately, and politely. Sincerely, Kaion