Saturday Boy

Par : David Fleming
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  • Nombre de pages240
  • FormatePub
  • ISBN978-1-101-59370-7
  • EAN9781101593707
  • Date de parution13/06/2013
  • Protection num.Adobe DRM
  • Taille388 Ko
  • Infos supplémentairesepub
  • ÉditeurViking Books for Young Readers

Résumé

If there's one thing I've learned from comic books, it's that everybody has a weakness-something that can totally ruin their day without fail. For the wolfman it's a silver bullet. For Superman it's Kryptonite. For me it was a letter. With one letter, my dad was sent back to Afghanistan to fly Apache helicopters for the U. S. army. Now all I have are his letters. Ninety-one of them to be exact. I keep them in his old plastic lunchbox-the one with the cool black car on it that says Knight Rider underneath.
Apart from my comic books, Dad's letters are the only things I read more than once. I know which ones to read when I'm down and need a pick-me-up. I know which ones will make me feel like I can conquer the world. I also know exactly where to go when I forget Mom's birthday. No matter what, each letter always says exactly what I need to hear. But what I want to hear the most is that my dad is coming home.
If there's one thing I've learned from comic books, it's that everybody has a weakness-something that can totally ruin their day without fail. For the wolfman it's a silver bullet. For Superman it's Kryptonite. For me it was a letter. With one letter, my dad was sent back to Afghanistan to fly Apache helicopters for the U. S. army. Now all I have are his letters. Ninety-one of them to be exact. I keep them in his old plastic lunchbox-the one with the cool black car on it that says Knight Rider underneath.
Apart from my comic books, Dad's letters are the only things I read more than once. I know which ones to read when I'm down and need a pick-me-up. I know which ones will make me feel like I can conquer the world. I also know exactly where to go when I forget Mom's birthday. No matter what, each letter always says exactly what I need to hear. But what I want to hear the most is that my dad is coming home.