****Shelley Pearsall's story of anger and art, loss and redemption, is a transformative read that will appeal to fans of Lisa Graff's *Lost in the Sun* and Vince Vawter's *Paperboy*.**** *One kid. One crime. One chance to make things right.* It was a bitterly cold day when Arthur T. Owens
The Seventh Most Important Thing
โ Scribed by Pearsall, Shelley
- Book ID
- 108640903
- Publisher
- Random House Children's Books
- Year
- 2015
- Tongue
- en-US
- Weight
- 3 MB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9780553497281
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
One Kid. One Crime. One Chance to Make Things Right.
It was a bitterly cold day when Arthur T. Owens grabbed a brick and hurled it at the trash picker. Arthur had his reasons, and the brick hit the Junk Man in the arm, not the head. But none of that matters to the judge--he is ready to send Arthur to juvie for the foreseeable future. Amazingly, it's the Junk Man himself who offers an alternative: 120 hours of community service . . . working for him.
Arthur is given a rickety shopping cart and a list of the Seven Most Important Things: glass bottles, foil, cardboard, pieces of wood, lightbulbs, coffee cans, and mirrors. He can't believe it--is he really supposed to rummage through people's trash? But it isn't long before Arthur realizes there's more to the Junk Man than meets the eye, and the "trash" he's collecting is being transformed into something more precious than anyone could imagine. . . .
Inspired by the work of American folk artist...
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