Beverly Hills Maasai by Eric Walters (English) Paperback Book

Description: Beverly Hills Maasai by Eric Walters In his sequel to Alexandria of Africa, Eric Walters brings exciting new characters to life, with the urban jungle of Los Angeles as their backdrop.Its the ultimate clash of cultures when Nebala, a Maasai warrior, leaves behind Kenya and, with two fellow Maasai, and crosses the world to compete in a marathon in the most famous zip code in the world: Beverly Hills, California. Reunited with their friend Alexandria, now their guide to strange, new surroundings, the trio are confronted with life in fast-paced, extravagant Beverly Hills, and customs and attitudes the Maasai find by turns baffling and amusing. Beverly Hill Maasai is another heartwarming, fast-paced, and thought-provoking novel from one of Canadas most popular young adult writers. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography ERIC WALTERS young adult novels have won numerous awards, including the Silver Birch, Blue Heron, Red Maple, Snow Willow, and Ruth Schwartz Awards, and have received honours from UNESCOs international award for Literature in the Service of Tolerance. He lives in Mississauga, Ontario. Review Praise for We All Fall Down:"We All Fall Down will be a useful teaching tool for opening up discussion in a number of areas. . . . Compelling and emotionally wringing." — Quill & Quire"Fascinating." — Calgary Herald Review Quote Praise forWe All Fall Down: "We All Fall Downwill be a useful teaching tool for opening up discussion in a number of areas. . . . Compelling and emotionally wringing." -Quill & Quire "Fascinating." -Calgary Herald Excerpt from Book Chapter One The phone rang again, startling me so much that the nail polish brush jerked off my toenail and onto the white separator holding my toes apart. If any polish spilled on my new duvet, someone was going to have to pay! "Youre awfully jumpy, Alexandria," Olivia said, lounging at the end of my king-size bed. "Im not jumpy. I just dont like the sound of ringing phones." The phone kept on ringing. "Carmella!" I screamed. "Just ignore it," Olivia told me. "I have been ignoring it," I said. This was the third time it had rung in the last ten minutes, and it was really starting to get on my nerves. Where was Carmella? It wasnt like the call was going to be for me--anybody who knew me called on my cell--and it certainly wasnt my job to be answering the home phone. Four . . . fi ve . . . six . . . seven rings. Youd think the person on the other end would have fi gured out that nobody was going to answer. Couldnt they just leave a message and move on? Were they deliberately trying to get on my nerves? And where was Carmella? She was supposed to get the phone. That was part of her job. "Carmella!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Either shes out or shes ignoring you," Olivia said. "Weve had a couple of maids like that. Some of them pretended that they didnt understand English." "Some of them probably didnt understand English," I argued. The phone stopped ringing, and I let out a sigh of relief. I took the brush and dipped it into the bottle of polish, careful to take just enough. The way to get great nails--aside from using the very best polish money could buy--was to apply many, many thin coats. Some people either didnt know that or didnt have the patience, but I knew how important it was to have the details just right. The secret to a great look is in the details. Any fool with a little bit of money can buy the right clothes or designer accessories--and there certainly are enough fools in L.A. with money to do that--but theres an art to putting them together the right way, to making the look work for you. Its easy to tell the pretenders from the contenders--although I was no mere contender . . . more like the champ! "My mother says that good help is almost impossible to get," Olivia said. "Do you have any idea how many maids weve gone through in the past year?" "Youre on your seventh," I said. "Yes . . . thats right," Olivia said. She looked surprised. "Your mother told my mother," I explained. "We even caught one drinking on the job!" Olivia exclaimed. "Really?" I tried to sound shocked, but if Id worked for Olivias family I might have started drinking too. "She was going right into the cabinet and drinking my fathers private stock." "Oh, really?" I said. "Does that remind you of anyone you know?" "That was ages ago," she protested. "And I was only fi fteen." "As opposed to the old woman of sixteen that you are now?" I asked. "Sixteen is much older than fi fteen," she argued. "Youd have to agree with that." Actually, I did agree. "Touch Details ISBN0385669038 Author Eric Walters Pages 256 Language English Year 2010 ISBN-10 0385669038 ISBN-13 9780385669030 Format Paperback Publication Date 2010-09-07 Imprint Doubleday Canada Country of Publication Canada Audience Age 12 Publisher Random House Canada Place of Publication Toronto DEWEY 813.54 Audience Teenage / Young adult We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137869956;

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