Name: Own: The Sad and Like-Wike Weepy Tale of Wittle Elkie Selph (en Inglés)
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Author: Bowie, R. N. ; Bowie, U. R.
ISBN: 9781511882316

portada Own: The Sad and Like-Wike Weepy Tale of Wittle Elkie Selph (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

U. R. Bowie

Ilustrado por

R. N. Bowie

Editorial

Createspace Independent Publishing Platform

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

186

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

22.9 x 15.2 x 1.0 cm

Peso

0.25 kg.

ISBN13

9781511882316

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Own: The Sad and Like-Wike Weepy Tale of Wittle Elkie Selph (en Inglés)

U. R. Bowie (Autor) · R. N. Bowie (Ilustrado por) · Createspace Independent Publishing Platform · Tapa Blanda

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Reseña del libro "Own: The Sad and Like-Wike Weepy Tale of Wittle Elkie Selph (en Inglés)"

"Own: The Sad and Like-Wike Weepy Tale of Wittle Elkie Selph" comes out of the tradition of "Huckleberry Finn," "The Catcher in the Rye," and (especially) "A Clockwork Orange." This story of a school shooting in the hills of NE Georgia is narrated by the fifteen-year-old shooter, Elkin (Own) Selph, in a jazzed-up style that mixes together Southern dialect, bizarrely inventive terms, and words from Burgess's "Clockwork Orange." If Own were to sum up his plight as the novel begins, here is what he would say: My name's Elkin (Own) Selph, from Tocotano, GA. I love ole Georgie-what's not to love? Not nobody caint not love the good ole sod-off Blue Ridge Mountains of NE Georgie. Thang is, doe, I ain't but wah-plach fifteen, and I got me like-wike real horrorshow woman problems. Now why did a ding-blinn Glock handgun get into the dits-blitz picture? So here sets ole Own, all on his ownsome-lonesome, in a dark school cafeteria. Surrounded by scads of like-wike blinn-dead classmates. BAM BAM BAM BAM. Quid nunc? NOW WHAT?