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	<REFERENCE_TYPE>7</REFERENCE_TYPE>
	<AUTHORS>
		<AUTHOR>Sachar L</AUTHOR>
	</AUTHORS>
	<YEAR>1998</YEAR>
	<TITLE>Holes</TITLE>
	<PUBLISHER>Farrar, Straus and Giroux</PUBLISHER>
	<EDITION>1st</EDITION>
	<ISBN>0-374-33265-7</ISBN>
	<ABSTRACT>&quot;You want to run away?&quot; Mr. Sir asked him.
Stanley looked back at him, unsure what he meant.
&quot;If you want to run away, go ahead, start running. I'm not going to stop you.&quot;
Stanley didn't know what kind of game Mr. Sir was playing.
&quot;I see you're looking at my gun. Don't worry. I'm not going to shoot you.&quot;
&quot;I'm not going to run away,&quot; Stanley said.
&quot;Good thinking,&quot; said Mr. Sir. &quot;Nobody runs away from here. We don't need a fence. Know why? Because we've got the only water for a hundred miles. You want to run away? You'll be buzzard food in three days.&quot;
Stanley Yelnats's family has a history of bad luck, so he isn't too surprised when a miscarriage of justice sends him to a boys' juvenile detention center, Camp Green Lake. There is no lake&acirc;€”it has been dry for over a hundred years&acirc;€”and it's hardly a camp: as punishment, the boys must each dig a hole a day, five feet deep, five feet across, in the hard earth of the dried-up lake bed. The warden claims that this pointless labor builds character, but that's a lie. Stanley must try to dig up the truth.
In this wonderfully inventive, compelling novel that is both serious and funny, Louis Sachar weaves a narrative puzzle that tangles and untangles, until it becomes clear that the hand of fate has been at work in the lives of the characters&acirc;€”and their forebears&acirc;€”for generations. It is a darkly humorous tale of crime and punishment&acirc;€”and redemption.</ABSTRACT>
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