Jasper Jones

Jasper Jones

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A 2012 Michael L. Printz Honor Book

Charlie Bucktin, a bookish thirteen year old, is startled one summer night by an urgent knock on his bedroom window. His visitor is Jasper Jones, an outcast in their small mining town, and he has come to ask for Charlie's help. Terribly afraid but desperate to impress, Charlie follows him into the night.

Jasper takes him to his secret glade, where Charlie witnesses Jasper's horrible discovery. With his secret like a brick in his belly, Charlie is pushed and pulled by a town closing in on itself in fear and suspicion. He locks horns with his tempestuous mother, falls nervously in love, and battles to keep a lid on his zealous best friend. In the simmering summer where everything changes, Charlie learns why the truth of things is so hard to know, and even harder to hold in his heart.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780449013946
Publisher: Penguin Random House Audio Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/27/2012
Edition description: Unabridged
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 5.90(h) x 1.10(d)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

CRAIG SILVEY wrote his first novel, Rhubarb, at the age of 19. It became a bestseller and was chosen as the "One Book" for the Perth International Writers Festival. Craig is the singer/songwriter for the band The Nancy Sikes! and lives in Fremantle, Australia.

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Jasper Jones has come to my window.

I don't know why, but he has. Maybe he's in trouble. Maybe he doesn't have anywhere else to go.

Either way, he's just frightened the living shit out of me.

This is the hottest summer I can remember, and the thick heat seems to seep in and keep in my sleepout. It's like the earth's core in here. The only relief comes from the cooler air that creeps in between the slim slats of my single window. It's near impossible to sleep, so I've spent most of my nights reading by the light of my kerosene lamp.

Tonight was no different. And when Jasper Jones rapped my louvres abruptly with his knuckle and hissed my name, I leapt from my bed, spilling my copy of Pudd'nhead Wilson.

"Charlie! Charlie!"

I knelt like a sprinter, anxious and alert.

"Who is it?"

"Charlie! Come out here!"

"Who is it?"

"It's Jasper!"

"What? Who?"

"Jasper. Jasper!"—and he pressed his face right up into the light. His eyes green and wild. I squinted.

"What? Really? What is it?"

"I need your help. Just come out here and I'll explain," he whispered.

"What? Why?"

"Jesus Christ, Charlie! Just hurry up! Get out here."

And so, he's here.

Jasper Jones is at my window.

Shaken, I clamber onto the bed and remove the dusty slats of glass, piling them on my pillow. I quickly kick into a pair of jeans and blow out my lamp. As I squeeze headfirst out of the sleepout, something invisible tugs at my legs. This is the first time I've ever dared to sneak away from home. The thrill of this, coupled with the fact that Jasper Jones needs my help, already fills the moment with something portentous.

My exit from the window is a little like a foal being born. It's a graceless and gangly drop, directly onto my mother's gerbera bed. I emerge quickly and pretend it didn't hurt.

It's a full moon tonight, and very quiet. Neighborhood dogs are probably too hot to bark their alarm. Jasper Jones is standing in the middle of our backyard. He shifts his feet from right to left as though the ground were smoldering.

Jasper is tall. He's only a year older than me, but looks a lot more. He has a wiry body, but it's defined. His shape and his muscles have already sorted themselves out. His hair is a scruff of rough tufts. It's pretty clear he hacks at it himself.

Jasper Jones has outgrown his clothes. His button-up shirt is dirty and fit to burst, and his short pants are cut just past the knee. He wears no shoes. He looks like an island castaway.

He takes a step toward me. I take one back.

"Okay. Are you ready?"

"What? Ready for what?"

"I tole you. I need your help, Charlie. Come on." His eyes are darting, his weight presses back.

I'm excited but afraid. I long to turn and wedge myself through the horse's arse from which I've just fallen, to sit safe in the hot womb of my room. But this is Jasper Jones, and he has come to me.

"Okay. Wait," I say, noticing my feet are bare. I head toward the back steps, where my sandals sit, scrubbed clean and perfectly aligned. As I strap them on, I realize that this, the application of pansy footwear, is my first display of girlishness and has taken me mere moments. So I jog back with as much masculinity as I can muster, which even in the moonlight must resemble something of an arthritic chicken.

I spit and sniff and saw at my nose. "Okay, you roit? You ready?"

Jasper doesn't respond. He just turns and sets off.

I follow.

After climbing my back fence, we head downhill into Corrigan. Houses huddle and cluster closer together, and then stop abruptly as we reach the middle of town. This late, the architecture is desolate and leached of color. It feels like we're traipsing through a postcard. Toward the eastern fringe, past the railway station, the houses bloom again and we pass quietly under streetlights which light up lawns and gardens. I have no idea where we're going. The further we move, the keener my apprehension grows. Still, there is something emboldening about being awake when the rest of the world is sleeping. Like I know something they don't.

We walk for an age, but I don't ask questions. Some way out of town, past the bridge and the broad part of the Corrigan River and into the farm district, Jasper pauses to feed a cigarette into his mouth. Wordlessly, he shakes the battered pack my way. I've never smoked before. I've certainly never been offered one. I feel a surge of panic. Wanting both to decline and impress, for some reason I decide to press my palms to my stomach and puff my cheeks when I wag my head at his offer, as if to suggest that I've smoked so many already this evening that I'm simply too full to take another.

Jasper Jones raises an eyebrow and shrugs.

He turns, rests his hip on a gatepost. As Jasper sucks at his smoke, I look past him and recognize where we are. I step back. Here, ghostly in the moonlight, slumps the weatherworn cottage of Mad Jack Lionel. I quickly look back at Jasper. I hope this isn't our destination. Mad Jack is a character of much speculation and intrigue for the kids of Corrigan. No child has actually laid eyes on him. There are full-chested claimants of sightings and encounters, but they're quickly exposed as liars. But the tall stories and rumors all weave wispily around one single irrefutable fact: that Jack Lionel killed a young woman some years ago and he's never been seen outside his house since. Nobody among us knows the real circumstances of the event, but fresh theories are offered regularly. Of course, the extent and nature of his crimes have grown worse over time, which only adds more hay to the stack and buries the pin ever deeper. But as the myth grows in girth, so too does our fear of the mad killer hidden in his home.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Didn't know what to expect from this read but the title and the book jacket was interesting. The novel involves a character named Charlie who is befriended by Jasper and his twisted life. Jasper feels a murder has been committed and Jasper is afraid he will be the prime suspect if he comes forward to the police and he needs Charlies help. Jasper reputation in town is not the best but Charlie is not sure he can trust him either. Charlie is not sure what to do with the information he is entrusted with, it is almost too much for the simple life he has been living. Charlie tangles with emotions which would be typical for anyone keeping a dark secret but he is also experiencing his first crush, Charlie is a character that you can totally relate to. Jasper's family life gets more twisted as the story progresses and other characters are introduced in the book. Things Jasper did not even know are finally coming to the surface. The town comes together to solve the mystery but then people form biases that shake the town up. Who really killed Laura and why? The first 25 pages were a slow read but after that, I couldn't put the book down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A great and easy read. It is a 'coming of age' story that has all the elements which make you want to keep turning pages. It will make you laugh, but maybe not cry, even though you feel like you know Charlie as well as you know yourself. Highly recommended. 
TheWasp on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
It's the summer school holidays when Jasper Jones comes to Charlie's window and urges him to come with him to help him. A terrible crime has been committed and Jasper thinks that he will automatically be accused simply because of his "outcast " reputation. Charlie, sensing Jasper's innocence, agrees to help but in doing so places himself in a situation from which there is no escape.I assume this book is written for young adults, and in a way is a "coming of age" book. It deals with betrayal, family dynamics, racism, community, relationships, bullying, secrets and death and while I lost interest in some of the dialogues this may be that for me, those types of conversations were decades ago. A good story although not the outcome I expected.
Carolinejyoung on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This wasn't a bad book but it didn't make me want to pick it up to find out what happens next so I decided to give up part way through and read something else.
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FeatheredQuillBookReviews More than 1 year ago
Charlie Bucktin is sweating. It is the extreme heat of summertime and he can barely breathe. But when a stone is thrown against his window, and he sees Jasper Jones outside, Charlie will soon regret leaving the comfort of his own room. Because, quite frankly, following Jasper Jones into the woods makes things a whole lot worse. Charlie and Jasper live in a small town called Corrigan. Corrigan is known for two things. Most of the adults are employed by the mine, and the whole town centers itself on sports. Everyone in town vies to be the fastest and/or the quickest - that's what gives them their status among all the rest. Charlie is a "bookish" child. Not the quickest nor the fastest, Charlie entertains himself by being extremely good in school with his best friend Jeffrey Lu, who is the son of Vietnamese parents who gets teased constantly. But always, and I mean always, has a joke to tell and a smile on his face. Charlie also spends a great deal of time mooning over Eliza Wishart, who is another "brain" in the town of Corrigan who Charlie can't help but fantasize over. Jasper Jones is the "bad boy" in town. Some call him a thief, some a liar, and Jasper has achieved that angry reputation over time. With a deceased mother and a "no good" father, Jasper is used by the townspeople as a "blueprint" of how their own children should never end up. So for the cool guy with the bad rep to show up in the middle of the night at Charlie's house is absolutely amazing. Charlie feels a thrill, whether he likes it or not, because he can't believe that Jasper wants anything to do with him, let alone asking Charlie to come with him - into the night - to see something Charlie would have rather not seen. As they walk through the sweltering darkness, they stop near the house of Mad Jack Lionel. This is a man who is surrounded by the gossip and rumors of how he brought about the death of a young woman long ago. Kids in Corrigan raise themselves up the "cool" ladder by retrieving things from Mad Jack's house; like stealing a peach off the tree that sits right beside Mad Jack's broken-down, frightening-looking cottage. Mad Jack never goes outside anymore - it's like he's a monstrous ghost living on the outskirts of town. But Jasper Jones has seen the "monster" and he needs to find out - with Charlie's help - if he has anything to do with the horror that's about to be unveiled to Charlie. Not only does this author do an amazing job of using literary classics such as The Catcher in the Rye, and To Kill a Mockingbird as elements for his story, the novel delves into the subjects of injustice, racism, and the power of young love. Jasper Jones is a complex story of passion, desire, and horror mixed together - a perfect recipe for the ever-growing Young Adult world. This book has won the Australian Indie Book of the Year award. Quill Says: An incredible read by a debut author who the world is, most definitely, going to hear a lot more from in the future.
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carolineyk More than 1 year ago
This book was recommended to me by fellow Australians (I live in the US) and I anticipated reading it greatly. I loved the overall story but felt it got bogged down in weird details such as the game of cricket, super heroes, and a fourteen year old that seems to have the most amazing insights into classic American literature (I read "To Kill a Mockingbird" at school in Australia at the age of 16, and more recently as an adult living the US and as a result viewed it totally differently). The characters are interesting but seem largely implausible to me. I think more could have been made of the complex relationship between the Aboriginal and white people of Australia. Jasper Jones is half-aboriginal and the second most important character in the book, but this seems irrelevant to the overall storyline, despite the fact he is having a romantic relationship with a caucasian girl. The overt racism depicted occurs is directed at Asians due to the Vietnam war taking place at the time. I really didn't get the "Australian feel" in this book apart from some of the slang. I liked the way the misuse of some words carried through the book. I think I smiled every time I read "cheeses" for "Jesus".