![]() ![]() I’d read right over them without a second thought. Reading it as an adult, those two sentences don’t raise a red flag. He didn’t give a royal fart for the two of them sitting at that table back in the kitchen. He was PO’ed, pissed off, he was royally pissed off, and he didn’t care what they thought. The problem was when I opened to the first page and reached the fourth paragraph. The problem wasn’t that I ran out of time, nor that I couldn’t get my hands on copy (which was a frequent problem when half the student body was trying to lay hands on the library’s one or copies of each title). The competition was almost as fun as trying to read the entire list on my own.īut that year, there was one book I didn’t finish: “The Runner.” The several weeks devoted to Battle of the Books were among my favorite of the school year. ![]() Each book had a three-tier system of points: six points for answering the question correctly, four points for naming the author, and two points for naming the title. ![]() One year my Battle of the Books reading list contained “The Runner,” by Cynthia Voigt.īattle of the Books was an annual in-school competition that allowed students to sign up as teams of four, read a list of books issued by the librarian, and compete against other teams in a Jeopardy-style competition against other teams. ![]()
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