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Tracktown Summer

Tracktown Summer

by Elizabeth Holmes
Tracktown Summer

Tracktown Summer

by Elizabeth Holmes



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Jake has felt fatherless ever since his parents separated, and so he can't wait to spend the summer with his dad. But the house Dad rented is a shabby place next to the railroad tracks, with no friends and nothing to do. Then, through a pickup game of hoops, Jake befriends a neighbor boy. Adrian is charming at first, but soon Jake starts to sense a streak of desperation in him. Jake gets sucked into Adrian's bizarre life, in which recklessness escalates to danger. Witnessing Adrian's highly dysfunctional, sometimes violent, family gives Jake new perspective on his own situation.

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ISBN-13: 9781101022467
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Publication date: 06/11/2009
Sold by: Penguin Group
Format: eBook
Pages: 224
File size: 270 KB
Age Range: 10 Years

About the Author

Elizabeth Holmes lives in Ithaca, New York. She earned her MFA in poetry from Cornell University and is a published poet. This is her second novel for young readers.

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of
the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or
dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.


Copyright © 2009 by Elizabeth Holmes


All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who wishes to quote brief passages in connection with a review written for inclusion in a magazine, newspaper, or broadcast.


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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data


Holmes, Elizabeth Ann, date.

Summary: Spending the summer with his father at a run-down house between a railroad track
and a polluted section of a lake, twelve-year-old Jake gets involved with a fourteen-year-old
neighbor who is hiding a secret within his home.

eISBN : 978-1-101-02246-7

[1. Fathers and sons—Fiction. 2. Secrets—Fiction. 3. Lakes—Fiction.
4. Family problems—Fiction. 5. Mental illness—Fiction.] I. Title.

PZ7.H7355Trc 2009 [FIc]—dc22 2008034223


Published in the United States by Dutton Children’s Books,
a division of Penguin Young Readers Group
345 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014



For Paul, Liam, and Austin


It’s somewhere along here,” Jake’s mother said, slowing the car.

For miles the road had been high and level, passing through open farm country, everything spacious and wide. But just now, just before his mother spoke, the road had curved broadly to the left, and for the first time they glimpsed the lake, long and narrow, over to their right. Then the road began to descend, and wooded slopes closed around them, the lake flashing erratically through the trees.

There were more houses now. The ones on the left had tall vertical faces, and their back ends were buried in the hill; some of them looked as though they were about to slide into the road. The houses on the right, next to the lake, were invisible, except for a few roofs and chimneys, because the ground dropped off so steeply.

The June sun was glinting off the hood of the old blue Toyota, and off the oncoming cars and the mailboxes and the glittery speckles in the asphalt road and driveways. “Watch the numbers on the mailboxes,” Jake’s mother ordered. “It’s twenty-three thirty-two.”

Jake was irritated. “Like you haven’t told me ten times already.” Okay, maybe not ten times, but she had told him, and only about five minutes ago. He wasn’t a little kid who had to be told everything over and over; he was twelve years old. And he didn’t like her bossy tone. She sounded tense, and he felt sort of like that himself.

He expected her to tell him to stop being mouthy, but, as he saw out of the corner of his eye, she only clamped her lips together and peered anxiously from the roadside to the rear-view mirror and back again.

“Forty-seven eighteen,” Jake read off a low sign at the end of a driveway.

“Oh, so we’re not that close.” The Toyota accelerated a little.

Glancing back, Jake saw four or five cars close behind them and felt as if the cars were pushing them down the hill, hurrying them on to this place they’d never seen. The twitchy tightness in his stomach twitched again.

A few minutes later the descent became less steep, and the land on both sides opened up a little. “Twenty-three sixty!” Jake said, more nervously than he’d meant to. The next time he kept his voice offhand. “Twenty-three forty-eight.”

His mother signaled right and pulled way over, slowing to a crawl to let the cars behind them pass. In a moment, signal tinkling, she turned into a bumpy little road that quickly aligned itself parallel to the main road, and there she stopped the car.

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