Trash
by:
Andy Mulligan (author)
Trash Raphael is a dumpsite boy. He spends his days wading through mountains of steaming trash, sifting it, sorting it, breathing it, sleeping next to it. Then one unlucky-lucky day, Raphael's world turns upside down. A small leather bag falls into his hands. It's a bag of clues. It's a bag of...
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Trash Raphael is a dumpsite boy. He spends his days wading through mountains of steaming trash, sifting it, sorting it, breathing it, sleeping next to it. Then one unlucky-lucky day, Raphael's world turns upside down. A small leather bag falls into his hands. It's a bag of clues. It's a bag of hope. It's a bag that will change everything. Full description
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Format: paperback
ISBN:
9781849920568 (1849920567)
Publish date: March 31st 2011
Publisher: David Fickling Books (PB)
Pages no: 210
Edition language: English
Raphael is a dump site boy, rummaging through garbage looking for anything to savage, something to make a buck on or something to take home and use. Call him a Rubbish Boy living in Rubbish Town, it don’t matter, it is all the same for Raphael has been doing it since he was three, and now eight year...
„Zovem se Raphael Fernández. Ja sam dječak s odlagališta smeća... Dječak sam smeća otkad sam dovoljno velik da hodam sam i podižem stvari. S koliko je to godina bilo? – tri godine, a već sam prebirao.“ Kao što nam sam uvod priče sugerira, Raphael je dječak koji živi od prebiranja smeća na smetli...
The plot is simple and predictable, characters are mostly one dimensional, but I appreciate the idea of showing the world through the eyes of dumpsite children, it was very refreshing.
I finished this about five days ago and I hardly remember half of it already. Unfortunately, that's how little this book meant to me. In a an unnamed third world country everybody hunts for trash. They're poor, they have no money, most of the kids don't go to school, they need to work instead. It'...
Done for Sockpoppet's 2014 Reading Challenge, P is for Pilgrims. When I was really young, I once read this poem called "Smokey Mountain", I've forgotten the actual contents of the poem but the image haunted me: a mountain of trash so high up that you can't even see the top, how the temperature of ...
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