Final Takedown
Final Takedown
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Lorimer Children & Teens
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Series and Publisher: SideStreets   

Annotation: Explores the issues of addiction and poverty for Elias, a part Maliseet teenager on the brink.
 
Reviews: 2
Catalog Number: #52105
Format: Perma-Bound Edition
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Copyright Date: 2011
Edition Date: 2011 Release Date: 09/07/10
Pages: 124 pages
ISBN: Publisher: 1-552-77523-2 Perma-Bound: 0-605-50726-0
ISBN 13: Publisher: 978-1-552-77523-3 Perma-Bound: 978-0-605-50726-5
Dewey: Fic
Dimensions: 18 cm.
Language: English
Reviews:
Horn Book (Mon Aug 01 00:00:00 CDT 2011)

Elias Minto knows trouble. His father split when he was a kid, and his mother's a drunk. What's more, his best friend, Jordan, is planning a "takedown" involving stealing profits from video gambling machines. Elias dreams of respectability but inevitably gets sucked into Jordan's scheme. The story employs every one-last-crime clichi in the book, but its fast pace may attract reluctant readers.

School Library Journal (Tue Mar 01 00:00:00 CST 2011)

Gr 6-10 Elias and Jordan are in trouble as usual, only this time Elias is rethinking his life. While he continues to smoke joints, get in fights, and try to manage his alcoholic mom, he also gets a job, goes out on a few dates with a cute upper-class girl, and starts to paint and clean up the house. The dating doesn't work out as Amber is more interested in sociology (dating the poor boy) than in getting to know Elias, and by this time he is wondering if he is more than the stoner kid, and if he really wants to do the last takedown that Jordan has planned. The epilogue neatly ties up the story as Elias realizes that everyone makes choices and that Jordan isn't the friend he thought he was: he didn't even make a 911 call as Elias was bleeding and incapacitated from a gunshot. The book has a lot of issues and not a lot of action, but the cover of a teen with a chain-link fence in front of his face will appeal to reluctant readers. Amy Cheney, Alameda County Library, Oakland, CA

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Horn Book (Mon Aug 01 00:00:00 CDT 2011)
School Library Journal (Tue Mar 01 00:00:00 CST 2011)
Word Count: 26,769
Reading Level: 4.4
Interest Level: 7-12
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 4.4 / points: 4.0 / quiz: 143368 / grade: Upper Grades
Reading Counts!: reading level:5.4 / points:9.0 / quiz:Q53352
Lexile: HL710L
Guided Reading Level: T
Fountas & Pinnell: T
Chapter 1"Elias Heath Minto and Jordan Peter Black, you will reappear before this court on . . ." The judgepauses. He casts a bored look over his bifocals at the court clerk, who is riffling frantically througha huge black ledger. After a few uncomfortable minutes the clerk heaves a sigh and tells the judge,"June 17, Your Honour. Nine a.m.""You will reappear before this court on June 17 at nine a.m.," the judge repeats. "That gives you seven weeks. In the meantime, I suggest you both find good lawyers, and if you value your freedom at all, my advice is that you walk the straight and narrow, gentlemen. The clerk will prepare an undertaking, which you will sign before leaving these premises. Dismissed."I look at Jordan, who shrugs his shoulders and starts to walk away. I fall in behind him, heading for the back of the gallery, and freedom. After spending the night in a chilly holding cell at thepolice station, I can't wait to step outside into the warm May sunshine.We pass the court-appointed lawyer who'd stood up for us. She seems totally bored with the whole process. Jordan ignores her, but seeing as we have no money to hire an attorney, chances are she'll be representing us again in seven weeks. It seems like a smart idea to stay on her good side."Miss Trevors?" I say."Yes?" she replies without looking up."I just wanted to say thank you," I tell her."You're welcome." She seems a little upset, maybe the remark from the judge about us getting a good lawyer pissed her off."Your papers will be ready in about an hour, front desk," the clerk says over his shoulder as he breezes by. I catch up to Jordan on the front steps, where he's lighting a cigarette. He passes it to me. I take a long drag as I lean against the courthouse wall."Let's go," he says."We have to wait. We need to sign those papers," I tell him. He let outs a huge sigh of disgust, like it's my fault. I'm just glad we're allowed to leave at all."You boys are lucky you got Cameron," a voice announces from behind us. We spin around to seethe cop who arrested us yesterday. He's giving us his best power-stare. Jordan laughs."You think this is funny?""No, I think you're funny," Jordan tells him."We'll see how funny you find the lock-up.""Self-defence, man. You got to be able to defend yourself," Jordan says to him."Minto," the cop says, shifting his attention to me. "Not many Mintos around here. Any chance Iknow your father?""If you do, that'd make one of us," I tell him.I barely remember what my father looks like. My clearest memory of him is watching his whitepickup truck drive away, and my mom dragging me into the house as I screamed for him not to go.I was four at the time. I haven't seen or heard from him since."Heath Minto," he remembers, snapping his fingers."Real hard-ass, or at least thought he was. I heard he ended up in the pen out West somewhere.""I hope he's still there," I mutter. If he'd known my father, it should've been easier to recognizeme by face than by name. My father's father was from Malaysia. He'd met my grandmother, a fullblooded Maliseet, while the freighter he'd worked on was docked at the local wharf. They'd formed a relationship over the three weeks his ship had been hauled up for repairs and, without knowing it, he'd left an unborn son behind when he'd sailed.I'm dark-skinned. My brown eyes have a noticeable slant to them, just like my father's, accordingto Mom. Jordan calls me a Chindian — as in half-Chinese, half-Indian.The hour ticks by slowly before we can go inside to sign the undertaking. Jordan scribbles hisname and hustles away, not even bothering to read it. Basically, it says we're to stay away from alcohol and drugs, and to keep out of trouble. If we breach the conditions, we'll be thrown into juvieuntil our court appearance. I sign it and leave. "All right, let's get out of here," Jordan says.We've barely cleared the courthouse property when he pulls a joint from behind his ear andstarts to light it. The cops checked everywhere but there. That's exactly the kind of thing that provesto Jordan that he's smarter than everybody else. I take a quick look back to make sure no cops are behind us, and there's Jordan's mom, pullingup next to us in her old red beater. Jordan sees her and slips the joint into his jacket pocket."Get in," she orders."And good morning to you," Jordan answers as we climb in."Don't get smart with me, Jordan," she almost yells. "What the hell is this, anyway?""Aw, it's no big deal, just a scam —" he starts to say, but she cuts him off."Just a scam? Are you out of your mind? Aggravated assault and uttering death threats is certainlyno small deal," she says. "If Tanya hadn't called me this morning, I still wouldn't know you'd beenarrested. Why didn't you call last night?""I didn't want to bother you, so I called her instead," Jordan says.We drive in silence. I stare out the window at the filthy streets of Helmsdale. It seems like everyfourth house has a "for sale" sign in the yard. Like a lot of small East Coast towns, it has always reliedon natural resources for its prosperity. Now the pulp mill is gone, along with the potash mine.Anybody with any sense is bailing out, heading for the big cities or out West for the oil boom.Mrs. Black pulls into the parking lot of the callcentre where she works, saying that she doesn'thave time to drive us home. She has to get back to the phones."You'll probably want to stay with us for a few days, Elias," she says."Yeah, okay," I tell her. The welfare cheques just came in, so Mom'll be drunk now until sheruns low on money. I'll sneak over later and steal enough from her for the rent and groceries. It's thesame thing every month.We walk to Jordan's place, smoking the joint along the way. As soon as we get there, he headsfor the shower. I sit on the deck, thinking about how this all started, the afternoon before.

Excerpted from Final Takedown by Brent R. Sherrard
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For as long as they've been friends, Elias has been relying on his buddy Jordan. It's Jordan's mom who takes him in when his own mother is on an alcoholic binge; it's Jordan who acts as the brother and role model that Elias doesn't have. But now they've gone too far, and a schoolyard fight has landed them both in jail. The judge gives them a warning: Shape up, or face time in juvie. The clock is already ticking when Jordan gets his girlfriend pregnant and then comes up with a big time takedown that'll set them both up for life. For Elias, it's not worth the risk. But can he free himself of Jordan's influence in time?


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