Palmer LaRue is running out of birthdays. For as long as he can remember, he's dreaded the day he turns ten—the day he'll take his place beside all the other ten-year-old boys in town, the day he'll be a wringer.
But Palmer doesn't want to be a wringer, a boy trained to wring the necks of pigeons gunned down in an annual shooting contest.. It's one of the first things he learned about himself and it's one of the biggest things he has to hide. In Palmer's town being a wringer is an honor, a tradition passed down from father to son. Palmer can't stop himself from being a wringer just like he can't stop himself from growing one year older, just like he can't stand up to a whole town—right?
Newbery Medal winner Jerry Spinelli's most powerful novel yet is a gripping tale of how one boy learns how not to be afraid.
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