Hm, like I mentioned in my last post, there aren't many books that I don't like. Especially once I've already decided that I like a book... The best I can think of is:
When I was younger I was mildly obsessed with Alane Ferguson. She did an assembly at my school when I was like 8 or 9, and after that I made it a point to read all of her books. This one was my favorite.
In this book there are 2 friends. One is white, one is middle-eastern. Somehow, the details are a little bit fuzzy to me, the white friend is blamed for the death of the middle-eastern friend's baby brother.
*Spoiler alert* It apparently scarred me, though, because I refuse to let strangers touch my baby in the grocery store. It turns out the killer was actually some guy, with blowfish powder or something on his gloves, who held the baby in the grocery store.
Oh yeah, and the baby isn't actually dead. He was just put into some kind of coma or something so this guy could dig up his grave later and sell him on the black market. Like I said, the details are a bit fuzzy now.
The one thing I absolutely remember is that the bad guy makes these friends strip down to their underwear and ties them together in his graveyard caretaker hut.
I dunno, if you're really that interested you could read it. I may go back and revisit it, but it just doesn't seem like it would be my cup of tea anymore.
3 comments:
Ok, this book sounds down right creepy!
I remember this one! Then I tried to look it up at the library, and they don't have it. Which is probably for the best, since I don't think I'd like it now . . . but I TOTALLY remember it!
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