Over a single sweltering summer, Harriet and Hely follow a course of oddly innocent, oddly misguided revenge.

At the age of 12, Harriet sets off in the company of her sole friend, a sweet boy named Hely Hull who is hopelessly in love with her, to deliver justice to the person she wrongly imagines to be his murderer.

OL4321140W Page_number_confidence 94.27 Pages 586 Partner Innodata Ppi 300 Rcs_key 24143 Republisher_date 20200617194353 Republisher_operator Republisher_time 483 Scandate 20200611015620 Scanner Scanningcenter cebu Scribe3_search_catalog isbn Scribe3_search_id 9780747562115 Tts_version 3.Ten years later, it is Robin's stubborn, bookish sister Harriet, only a baby at the time of his death, who becomes fixed on the idea of avenging his murder. Here eccentric great aunts bustle about graciously despite faded fortunes and a child's inquiring mind not only unearths telling family artefacts, but stirs up a neighbourhood nest of vipers and larcenyĪccess-restricted-item true Addeddate 17:01:53 Boxid IA1834104 Camera USB PTP Class Camera Collection_set printdisabled External-identifier In Donna Tartt's Mississippi, the sense of place and sense of the past mingle redolently with rich human drama to create a collective alchemy. But the world these plucky twelve-year-olds are to encounter has nothing to do with child's play: it is dark, adult and all too menacing. Her closest friend Hely - who would try anything to make Harriet love him - has sworn allegiance to her call for revenge. Only a baby when the tragedy occurred, but now twelve-years-old and steeped in the adventurous daring of favourite writers such as Stevenson, Kipling and Conan Doyle, Harriet is ready and eager to find and punish her brother's killer. This isn't good enough for Robin's youngest sister Harriet. Eleven years later, the mystery - with its taunting traces of foul play - was no nearer a solution than it had been on the day it happened. On that day, nine-year-old Robin Cleves, loved by all for his whims and peculiarities, was found hanging by the neck from a rope slung over a black-tupelo tree in his own garden. Although the Cleves generally revelled in every detail of their family history, the events of 'the terrible Mother's Day' were never, ever discussed.

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