Looking for Alaska
Sixteen-year-old Miles' first year at Culver Creek Preparatory School in Alabama includes good friends and great pranks, but is defined by the search for answers about life and death after a fatal car crash.
Record details
- ISBN: 9781606405987 :
- Physical Description: 1 audio media player (approximately 7 hr.) : digital, HD audio ; 3 3/8 x 2 1/8 in.
- Edition: Unabridged.
- Publisher: Solon, Ohio : Findaway World, LLC, [2008]
- Copyright: ℗2006
Content descriptions
General Note: | Title from Playaway label. "HDAUDIO." Release date supplied by publisher. Issued on Playaway, a dedicated audio media player. Previously released by Brilliance Audio, p2006. One set of earphones and one AAA battery required for listening. |
Participant or Performer Note: | Read by Jeff Woodman. |
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Subject: | Interpersonal relations > Juvenile fiction. Boarding schools > Juvenile fiction. Schools > Juvenile fiction. Death > Juvenile fiction. |
Genre: | Audiobooks. |
Available copies
- 3 of 3 copies available at Missouri Evergreen.
Holds
- 0 current holds with 3 total copies.
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Location | Call Number / Copy Notes | Barcode | Shelving Location | Status | Due Date |
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Jefferson County Library-Arnold | TAUDIO GREEN (Text) | 30000024369070 | Teen Audio | Available | - |
Jefferson County Library-Northwest | TAUDIO GREEN (Text) | 30000024578688 | Teen Audio | Available | - |
Livingston - Lillian DesMarias Youth Library | YA-PLAY Green (Text) | 2601595892 | Teen Fiction | Available | - |
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Excerpt
Looking for Alaska
"So do you really memorize last words?" She ran up beside me and grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back onto the porch swing. "Yeah," I said. And then hesitantly, I added, "You want to quiz me?" "JFK," she said. "That's obvious," I answered. "Oh, is it now?" she asked. "No. Those were his last words. Someone said, 'Mr. President, you can't say Dallas doesn't love you,' and then he said, 'That's obvious,' and then he got shot." She laughed. "God, that's awful. I shouldn't laugh. But I will," and then she laughed again. "Okay, Mr. Famous Last Words Boy. I have one for you." She reached into her overstuffed backpack and pulled out a book. "Gabriel GarcÃa Márquez. The General in His Labyrinth. Absolutely one of my favorites. It's about Simón BolÃvar." I didn't know who Simón BolÃvar was, but she didn't give me time to ask. "It's a historical novel, so I don't know if this is true, but in the book, do you know what his last words are? No, you don't. But I am about to tell you, Señor Parting Remarks." And then she lit a cigarette and sucked on it so hard for so long that I thought the entire thing might burn off in one drag. She exhaled and read to me: "'He'--that's Simón BolÃvar--'was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at that moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness. "Damn it," he sighed. "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!"'" Excerpted from Looking for Alaska by John Green All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.