Elijah of Buxton by Christopher Paul Curtis

Elijah of Buxton Audiobook By Christopher Paul Curtis cover art. I would give it a 1/5 but I decided to be a bit nicer, since some parts are good, and give it a 2/5. Elijah of Buxton as its meant to be heard, narrated by Mirron Willis. Still, I hated reading it and almost started dancing when I finished the book. Buxton is a real place settled by African Americans who had escaped the horrors of enslavement in America. Master storyteller Christopher Paul Curtiss Newbery Honor novel, featuring his trademark humor and unique narrative voice, is now part of the Scholastic Gold lineElijah of Buxton, recipient of the Newbery Honor and winner of the Coretta Scott King Award, joins the Scholastic Gold line, which features award-winning and beloved novels. Once you get to the main problem, though, (which is in the end) the book does get a bit better. Elijah of Buxton by Christopher Paul Curtis is an award winning historical fiction novel told from the perspective of 11-year-old Elijah Freeman, the first child to be born free in the settlement of Buxton in Canada. The first part of the book is Elijah's boring life.

And, the real problem, the one advertised in the back of the book, doesn't being until the last 8 chapters. He was obviously not the sharpest tool in the shed. I get that it's from his point of view, but I wish he didn't talk laik dis.

He waren't 'bout to promise nothing!' My teacher made me read Elijah for a project we had. I near jumped to the moon when a loud bang came from behind me! I looked back and Cooter'd already run into his house and slammed and locked the door. I want you both to swear on your mothers' lives that if I'm ever bitten by one of these beasts, you'll take this pistol and put a bullet in my brain! I'd rather be shot dead than face such a horrible, prolonged death! Raise your hands, I need each of you to promise that you'll blow my head right off my shoulders!' 'Boys,' he whispered, 'I need you to solemnly promise me something. 'The Preacher throwed his knife into the ground where the tracks use to be and put his hand on the fancy holster and mystery pistol he always totes.