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Book : Dime - Frank, E. R.

Modelo 81431617
Fabricante o sello Atheneum Books For Young Readers
Peso 0.30 Kg.
Precio:   $55,699.00
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-Titulo Original : Dime

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Atheneum Books For Young Readers

-Descripcion Original:

The startling realities of teen prostitution are revealed in this eye-opening, heartbreaking story from the author of America, which Booklist called “a piercing, unforgettable novel” and Kirkus Reviews deemed “a work of sublime humanity.” As a teen girl in Newark, New Jersey, lost in the foster care system, Dime just wants someone to care about her, to love her. A family. And that is exactly what she gets-a daddy and two “wifeys.” So what if she has to go out and earn some coins to keep her place? It seems a fair enough exchange for love. Dime never meant to become a prostitute. It happened so gradually, she pretty much didn’t realize it was happening until it was too late. But when a new “wifey” joins the family and Dime finds out that Daddy doesn’t love her the way she thought he did, will Dime have the strength to leave? And will Daddy let her? Review a tremendously affecting novel -- Kirkus Reviews March 2015 * An important work that should be an essential part of library collections -- School Library Journal - Starred Review March 2015 * will linger with readers -- Publishers Weekly - Starred Review March 2015 * gritty, graphic, and shatteringly painful to read...a masterfully told, unforgettable tale of what hope looks like in desperate circumstances, and of the struggle to find power in one’s voice. -- Booklist - Starred Review April 15, 2015 Riveting, eye-opening and poignant, Dime is an unnervingly real portrait of life on the streets. Its a world where pimps use charm, cunning and violence to exert gradual - then total - control over vulnerable girls. Until Dime, a girl nearly broken by her situation, somehow finds an exit. If not for herself, at least before its too late for someone even more defenseless than she is. Unforgettable. -- Patricia McCormick, Author of Never Fall Down About the Author E.R. Frank is the author of America, Friction, Wrecked, and Dime. Her first novel, Life Is Funny, won the Teen People Book Club NEXT Award for YA Fiction and was also a top-ten ALA 2001 Quick Pick. In addition to being writer, E.R. Frank is also a clinical social worker and psychotherapist. She works with adults and adolescents and specializes in trauma. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Dime Chapter One WHEN I FIRST understood what I was going to do, I expected to write the note as Lollipop. But in the six weeks since then, I’ve had to face facts. Lollipop has lived in front of one screen or another her whole life, possesses the vocabulary of a four-year-old, can’t read, and thinks a cheeseburger and a new pair of glitter panties are things to get excited about. Using her is just a poor idea. Back in August, Daddy assigned Lollipop to me, saying, You school her. I must have been doing a good job hiding my insides from him, or he wouldn’t have. L.A. was still the only one of us who was allowed to touch the money. If she found out, it would be the second time she’d learn about Daddy asking me to hold coins. Which would only make things worse than they already were. Lollipop didn’t know the difference between a twenty and a one. “What’s that?” She held out her hands, nails trimmed neatly and painted little-girl pink. She was polite, even if she was stupid. “May I touch it, please?” “Nobody touches the money but Daddy.” “Listen to you,” Brandy said from the couch where she was dabbing Polysporin on the cut over her eye that was taking so long to heal. “Cat gave back your tongue?” “You’re touching the money now,” Lollipop said. She leaned her head in close to get the best look she could. Then she sniffed. At the one first. Then the twenty. “It stinks.” “Stop,” I told her. “Money is dirty. You don’t know where it’s been. Don’t put your nose on it.” Brandy grunted. “That there the funniest thing I heard all week.” She didn’t sound amused. I pointed. “That’s a two.” I pointed again. “That’s a zero. That’s twen
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