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Mark Haddon - Boom!

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In explosive, highly charged, and hilarious middle-grade adventure from Mark Haddon, acclaimed author of . From the moment that Jim and his best friend, Charlie, bug the staff room and overhear two of their teachers speaking to each other in a secret language, they know theres an adventure on its way. But what does spudvetch actually mean, and why do Mr. Kidds eyes flicker with fluorescent blue light when Charlie says it to him? Perhaps Kidd and Pearce are bank robbers talking in code. Perhaps theyre spies. Perhaps they are aliens. Whatever it is, Jimbo and Charlie are determined to find out. There really is an adventure on its way. A nuclear-powered, one-hundred-ton adventure with reclining seats and a buffet car. And as it gathers speed and begins to spin out of control, it can only end one way with a BOOM!

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Mark Haddon

BOOM!

Foreword

This book was first published in 1992 under the title Gridzbi Spudvetch! It was a ridiculous thing to call a book. No one knew how to pronounce it. And no one knew what it meant until theyd read the story. As a result only twenty-three people bought the book. Actually, thats an exaggeration, but not much. It rapidly went out of print. It would have stayed out of print, but over the years a string of people got in touch to say how much they loved the book. On several occasions my publishers asked whether I wanted to update it for a new edition.

It certainly needed updating. It was full of references to floppy disks and Walkmans and cassette players. But it needed more than that. There were numerous little holes in the plot. Much of the writing was clumsy. And I couldnt read it without thinking Ouch! on almost every page. A new edition would need major rewriting. Rewriting takes time, however. And I didnt have much.

Towards the end of 2007 I got a letter from SS Philip and James Primary School (aka Phil and Jims) in Oxford. Alison Williams said that she had been reading the book to her pupils for years and it was always guaranteed to entertain them. To prove her point she included a sheaf of letters from her Lilac Four class, and they were kind and funny and very complimentary.

I was finally persuaded. I put aside some time and returned to Gridzbi Spudvetch! armed with a scalpel and a red pencil. I cut large sections and added new ones. By the end of the process Id changed pretty much every sentence in the book one way or another.

Id also come up with a new title. It means something even if you havent read the story. And everyone can pronounce it.

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Helicopter sandwich

I was on the balcony eating a sandwich. Red Leicester and gooseberry jam. I took a mouthful and chewed. It was good but not a patch on strawberry jam and Cheddar. That was my best yet.

I spent a lot of time on the balcony. The flat was tiny. Sometimes it felt like living in a submarine. But the balcony was amazing. The wind. The sky. The light. You could see the 747s circling slowly in the stack, waiting for a space on the runway at Heathrow. You could watch police cars weaving their way through the tiny streets like toys, their sirens whooping.

You could see the park too. And on this particular morning you could see, in the middle of the huge expanse of grass, a solitary man holding a metal box in his hands. Buzzing high above his head you could just make out a model helicopter, banking and swerving like a dragonfly.

Dad has always been crazy about models. Trains, planes, tanks, vintage cars. But after he lost his job at the car factory it became the biggest thing in his life. To be fair, he was brilliant. Give him a brick and a rubber band and hed have it looping the loop before you could say, Chocks away! But it didnt seem right somehow. It was a hobby for little boys and weird blokes who still lived with their mums.

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A flock of pigeons clattered past and I heard the sound of a familiar motorbike engine. I looked down and saw Craterfaces large black Moto Guzzi turn into the estate car park. My darling sister, Becky, was on the seat behind him, a grimy leather jacket over her school uniform.

She was sixteen. I could remember the time, only a couple of years back, when she tied her hair in bunches and had pony posters on her bedroom wall. Then something went badly wrong in her brain. She started listening to death metal and stopped washing her armpits.

She met Craterface at a gig six months ago. He was nineteen. He had long greasy hair and enormous sideburns with bits of breakfast stuck in them. When he was younger he had spots. Theyd gone now, but theyd left these holes behind. Hence the nickname. His face looked like the surface of the moon.

He had the brain of a toilet brush. Mum, Dad and I were in complete agreement about this. Becky, however, thought he was Gods Gift to Women. Why she fancied him, I havent a clue. Perhaps he was the only person who could stand her armpits.

The bike rumbled to a halt ten storeys below and I experienced a moment of utter madness. Without thinking, I peeled off half my sandwich, leaned out and let go. I realized almost immediately that I had done a very, very stupid thing. If it hit them I would be murdered.

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The slice wobbled and flipped and veered left and veered right. Craterface turned off the engine, got off the bike, removed his helmet and looked up towards the flat. I felt sick.

The slice hit him in the face and stuck, jammy side down. For a couple of seconds Craterface just stood there, absolutely motionless, the slice of bread sitting there like a face pack. Becky was standing beside him, looking up at me. She was not a happy bunny.

Now, normally you cant hear much from the balcony, on account of the traffic. But when Craterface tore the sandwich off and roared, I think they probably heard him in Japan.

He stormed towards the doors but Becky grabbed his wrist and dragged him to a halt. She wasnt worried about me. Shed have quite liked him to kill me. Just not in the flat. Because that would get her into trouble.

Craterface finally saw sense. He waved his fist and shouted, Youre dead, scum! climbed onto the Moto Guzzi and thundered away in a gust of dirty grey fumes.

Becky turned and strode towards the door. I looked down at the rest of my sandwich and realized that I no longer felt very hungry. There was no one in the car park now so I dropped this half too, and watched it wobble and flip and veer and land neatly beside the first slice.

At which point the balcony door was kicked open. I said, It was an accident, but Becky screamed, You little toad! and hit me really hard on the side of the head, which hurt quite a lot.

For a couple of seconds everything went double. I could see two Beckys and two balconies and two rubber plants. I didnt cry, because if I cried Becky would call me a baby, which was worse than being hit. So I hung onto the rail until the pain died down and there was only one Becky again.

What did you do that for? I asked. It didnt land on you. It landed on Craterface.

She narrowed her eyes. You are so lucky he didnt come up here and hit you himself.

She was right, really. Craterface had a black belt in kung fu. He could kill people with his ears.

And another thing, she hissed. His name is Terry.

Actually, Ive heard his name is Florian. He just pretends to be called Terry. I stepped backwards to avoid the second punch but it never came. Instead, Becky went very quiet, leaned against the railing and nodded slowly. That reminds me, she said, in a sinisterly pleasant way. Theres something Ive been meaning to tell you.

What?

Amy and I were in the staff room the other day, talking to Mrs Cottingham. Becky took a packet of cigarettes from the pocket of her leather jacket and lit one very slowly, as if she were in a black and white film.

Smokings bad for you, I said.

Shut your ugly mouth and listen. She sucked in a lungful of smoke. We overheard Mr Kidd talking about you.

What was he saying?

Bad things, Jimbo. Bad things.

This had to be a wind-up. But she wasnt smiling. And it didnt sound like a wind-up.

What bad things? I pulled nervously at the rubber plant and one of the leaves came off in my hand.

That youre lazy. That youre a nuisance.

Youre lying. I slid the leaf of the rubber plant down the back of the deckchair.

According to Mr Kidd your work is rubbish. According to Mr Kidd and this is the really good bit theyre thinking of sending you to that school in Fenham. You know, that special place for kids with problems. She blew a smoke ring.

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