![]() ![]() ![]() I would never look past Jasper Jones to reveal his secret. And I would never lift my head to see this neat clearing of land. I would never grab at its rough trunk to save me from tripping. I would never bow my head and push through that wattle, and its golden orbs would never shake loose and nestle in my hair like confetti. if it were anyone else, I would choose to step back and turn away right now. 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. 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 as he locks horns with his tempestuous mother falls nervously in love and battles to keep a lid on his zealous best friend, Jeffrey Lu. Jasper takes him through town and to his secret glade in the bush, and it's here that Charlie bears witness to Jasper's horrible discovery. So when Jasper begs for his help, Charlie eagerly steals into the night by his side, terribly afraid but desperate to impress. ![]() ![]() Rebellious, mixed-race and solitary, Jasper is a distant figure of danger and intrigue for Charlie. His visitor is Jasper Jones, an outcast in the regional mining town of Corrigan. Late on a hot summer night in the tail end of 1965, Charlie Bucktin, a precocious and bookish boy of thirteen, is startled by an urgent knock on the window of his sleep-out. ![]()
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