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S.E.Hinton

Rumble Fish

The classic YA novel RUMBLE FISH, written by celebrated novelist S.E. Hinton and immortalized by legendary film maker Francis Ford Coppola, now available as an eBook for the first time.
Rusty James wants to be just like his big brother Motorcycle Boy — tough enough to be respected by everyone in the neighborhood. But Motorcycle Boy is also smart, so smart that Rusty James relies on him to bail him out of trouble. The brothers are inseparable, and Motorcycle Boy will always be there to watch his back, so there's nothing to worry about, right? Or so Rusty James believes, until his world falls apart and Motorcycle Boy isn't there to pick up the pieces.
From the author of THE OUTSIDERS, S.E. Hinton looks into a world where hope is hard to find, and violence is a fact of life.
“Stylistically superb. … This packs a punch that will leave readers of any age reeling.”—School Library Journal
“Sharper in focus and more mature in style than Hinton’s The Outsiders.”—Booklist
An ALA Best Books for Young Adults
A School Library Journal Best Books of the Year
85 printed pages
Original publication
2014
Publication year
2014
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Impressions

  • Kara Russellshared an impression6 years ago
    👍Worth reading

    This book is just as thrilling as The Outsiders! Well done

  • Hayley Marshallshared an impression8 years ago
    👍Worth reading
    🔮Hidden Depths
    💡Learnt A Lot
    🎯Worthwhile
    💞Loved Up
    🌴Beach Bag Book

    I like this book it's like the outsiders I just wish there were more and there were several books

  • Brooke-Ava Hughesshared an impression2 years ago
    👍Worth reading
    🔮Hidden Depths
    🚀Unputdownable

    i think this is a very good book , really makes you think and the end is quite confusing

Quotes

  • Brooke-Ava Hugheshas quoted2 years ago
    He had strange eyes—they made me think of a two-way mirror. Like you could feel somebody on the other side watching you, but the only reflection you saw was your own.
  • Waihas quoted2 years ago
    “Safer,” I said. I guess he thought we should be trotting down the sidewalk, when God knows what was waiting in the doorways. Sometimes Steve was really dumb.

    I kept thinking I saw something moving, out of the corner of my eye, but every time I turned around, it was just a shadow laying black against a doorway or an alley. I started through the alleys, looking for shortcuts.

    “I thought we were sticking to the streets,” Steve whispered. I didn’t know why he was whispering, but it wasn’t a bad idea.

    “I’m in a hurry.”

    “Well, if you’re scared, I guess I should be terrified.”

    “I ain’t scared. Bein’ in a hurry don’t mean you’re scared. I don’t like creepy empty places. That ain’t bein’ scared.”

    Steve mumbled something that sounded like “Same thing,” but I didn’t want to stop and argue with him.

    “Hey, slow it down, willya?” he called.

    I slowed down all right. I stopped. Two live shadows stepped out of the dark ones to block the alley. One was white. One was black. The black had something in his hand that looked like a tire tool. Actually, it was a relief to see them. I was almost glad to see anybody.

    Steve said, “Oh, God, we’re dead,” in a singsong voice. He was absolutely frozen. I wasn’t counting on any help from him. I just stood there, gauging the distances, the numbers, the weapons, like the Motorcycle Boy had taught me to, a long time ago, when there were gangs.

    “You got any bread?” said the white guy. Like he wasn’t going to kill us if we had. I knew if we handed them a million dollars they’d still bash us. Sometimes guys just go out to kill people.

    “Progressive country, integrated mugging,” Steve muttered. He surprised me by showing he did have some guts, after all. But he still couldn’t move.

    I thought about a lot of things: Patty—she’d really be sorry now—and Coach Ryan, bragging that he knew me when. I pictured my father at my funeral saying, “What a strange way to die.” And my mother, living in a tree house with an artist—she wouldn’t even know. I thought about how everybody at Benny’s would think it was cool, that I went down fighting just like some of the old gang members had. The last guy who was killed in the gang fights was a Packer. He had been fifteen. Fifteen had seemed really old then. Now it didn’t seem too old, since I wasn’t going to see fifteen myself.

    Since Steve had said something, I had to say something, even though I couldn’t think of anything besides “Bug off.”

    Now h
  • Brian Ormsbyhas quoted4 years ago
    Math ain’t never been my strong point.

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