Al Capone Does My Shirts
Today I moved to a twelve-acre rock covered with cement, topped with bird turd and surrounded by water. I'm not the only kid who lives here. There's my sister, Natalie, except she doesn't count. And there are twenty-three other kids who live on the island because their dads work as guards or cook's or doctors or electricians for the prison, like my dad does. Plus, there are a ton of murderers, rapists, hit men, con men, stickup men, embezzlers, connivers, burglars, kidnappers and maybe even an innocent man or two, though I doubt it. The convicts we have are the kind other prisons don't want. I never knew prisons could be picky, but I guess they can. You get to Alcatraz by being the worst of the worst. Unless you're me. I came here because my mother said I had to.
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Review: Al Capone Does My Shirts (Al Capone at Alcatraz #1)User Review - Alanna - Goodreads
This was a great read, quick and interesting and totally clean. I liked that at the back she explained what was fiction and what wasn't-- it always makes me happy to be able to sort through that ... Read full review
Review: Al Capone Does My Shirts (Al Capone at Alcatraz #1)User Review - Mark - Goodreads
4/5 I really don't know why I bought this book. There are just times when you buy enter a bookstore and go out with a book in hand not knowing what happened inside and why you have that book on hand ... Read full review