Saturday, 17 July 2010

Book 65 (the tenth): Holes, by Louis Sachar

Read: Friday 16th July (and a bit in the earliest part of Saturday 17th, when I really should have been asleep).

Review: I enjoyed this modern-day fairy tale about a boy named Stanley, his no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather, the notorious outlaw Kissin' Kate Barlow and the mysterious Madame Zeroni. Accused of stealing the famous Clyde Livingstone's own baseball shoes, Stanley is sent to the correctional facility that is Camp Green Lake. It's an accurate name, except that nothing is green. And there is no lake. Every day, each boy in the camp is forced to dig one hole, exactly five feet deep and five feet in circumference. Ostensibly the reason is that the activity is character-building - but Stanley begins to suspect that the Warden may have a hidden agenda. The different threads of this narrative are competently woven together to make for an interesting, enjoyable read. As for whether Stanley's character is improved - you'll have to make that judgement for yourself.

Time: About 17 hours, but with lots of time in the middle spent on a fun day out to Helmsley and Pickering (both excellent castles). We also visited an amazing cafe in Pickering which was full of all kinds of astonishing confections, and where I sampled the most delicious hot chocolate I have ever tasted. Probably.

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