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Eight Keys [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Juvenile Fiction)
  • Author:  Suzanne LaFleur
  • Author:  Suzanne LaFleur
  • ISBN-10:  0375872132
  • ISBN-10:  0375872132
  • ISBN-13:  9780375872136
  • ISBN-13:  9780375872136
  • Publisher:  Yearling
  • Publisher:  Yearling
  • Pages:  224
  • Pages:  224
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2012
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2012
  • SKU:  0375872132-11-MING
  • SKU:  0375872132-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100005309
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Elise and Franklin have always been best friends. Elise has always lived in the big house with her loving Uncle and Aunt, because Elise's parents died when she was too young to remember them.  There's always been a barn behind the house with eight locked doors on the second floor.
When Elise and Franklin start middle school, things feel all wrong. Bullying. Not fitting in. Franklin suddenly seems babyish.  Then, soon after her 12th birthday, Elise receives a mysterious key left for her by her father. A key that unlocks one of the eight doors upstairs in the bar . . .

SUNSHINE STATE AWARD FINALIST!Starred Review,Publishers Weekly, June 6, 2011:
LaFleur (Love, Aubrey) writes with uncommon sensitivity to the fraught period between childhood and the teenage years, when friendships balance on a razor's edge and nothing feels certain. The heart of the story lies in the layered relationships and characters that give the novel its powerful sense of realism. SUZANNE LAFLEUR received her MFA in writing for children from The New School. This is her second novel.1

Why My Life Really Stinks

The trouble all started right before the first day of sixth grade, the last time Franklin and I played Knights.

Knights works like this: we get our swords, we head out to the woods, and we go on chivalrous missions to battle ghost knights.

Uncle Hugh made our wooden swords when we were six, which is when we came up with the game. Franklin’s mom wasn’t happy about him making us weapons, but Uncle Hugh assured her that the worst that could happen was we would get splinters--and that’s only happened a couple times.

We never really battle each other.

Or at least, we never had before.

Franklin met me in the woods with his purple bicycle helmet on. Some days he wears his helmet when we play. It’s weird, but I don’t say anything about it. It’s not like it matters, anyway.

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