I love this book, love, love, love, I’ve read it twice. I love boarding school stories, tales of kids being sent away to school, because I’m writing one and... well just because. It’s a classic read about summer school and friendship, war and peace.
“The real reason, sir, was that we just had to jump out of that tree. You know that tree…” I knew, Mr Prud’homme must have known, Finny knew, if he stopped to think, that jumping out of the tree was even more forbidden than missing a meal. “We had to do that, naturally,” he went on, “because we’re all getting ready for the war…”

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