Race Across Alaska: First Woman to Win the Iditarod Tells Her Story
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Race Across Alaska: First Woman to Win the Iditarod Tells Her Story
244
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780811722537 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Stackpole Books |
| Publication date: | 01/01/1988 |
| Pages: | 244 |
| Sales rank: | 491,671 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.63(d) |
| Lexile: | 1010L (what's this?) |
| Age Range: | 11 - 14 Years |
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