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| "Born irreverent," scrawled Mark Twain on a scratch pad, " - like all other people I have ever known or heard of - I am hoping to remain so while there are any reverent irreverences left to make fun... |
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Winner of the AudioFile Earphones Award Huck Finn is an orphaned drifter who loves freedom more than respectability. He isn't above lying and stealing, but he faces a battle with his conscience... |
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| Mark Twain created one of America's best-loved fictional characters when he wrote The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Using realistic language, Twain tells the story of two runaways — Huck Finn and the... |
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Floating down the Mississippi on their raft, Huckleberry Finn and Jim, a runaway slave, find life filled with excitement and the spirit of adventure. Join Huck and Jim and their old friend Tom... |
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| Floating down the Mississippi on their raft, Huckleberry Finn and Jim, a runaway slave, find life filled with excitement and the spirit of adventure. Join Huck and Jim and their old friend Tom Sawyer... |
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Winner of the AudioFile Earphones Award Just what did boys do in a small town during the mid-1800s, a time when there were no televisions, no arcades, and no videos? They whitewashed fences,... |
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| In this joyous tale of growing up in a small town, America’s greatest storyteller introduces readers to two lovable rapscallions: Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. With the support of their friends... |
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| Here is the story of Tom, Huck, Becky, and Aunt Polly; a tale of adventures, pranks, playing hookey, and summertime fun. Written by the author sometimes called "the Lincoln of literature," The... |
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From the book: It was well along in the forenoon of a bitter winter's day The town of Eastport, in the state of Maine, lay buried under a deep snow that was newly fallen The customary bustle in the... |
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From the book: This last summer, when I was on my way back to Vienna from the Appetite-Cure in the mountains, I fell over a cliff in the twilight, and broke some arms and legs and one thing or... |
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