I guess I really need a new post at this point so...
After much abuse, Oliver runs away from the coffin-maker's house (they are told they have fed him too much (they fed him on scraps) after he punches another of the coffin-maker's underlings for making fun of his dead mother). On the road to London, he meets a "young gentleman" who takes him on a carriage to London to be housed at his master's home.
In London, Oliver somehow misses the fact that the other boys at the house are being trained as thieves (their games consist of pulling items out of their master's poket-with his knowlege-without him feeling it). When he witnesses them stealing from a man at a book stand, he stands like a deer in headlights, causing himself to be caught.
After the gentleman (who does not believe Oliver was the thief) gets him away from the police- chief, he takes Oliver (who is by now very sick and near dying, likely from malnourishment) to his home, where things start to look up.
However, the thieves seem to be planning to steal him away, so he cannot tell their secrets.
Opinions:
Still a rather boring book, and I'm glad I didn't read too much on the bus, or else a book by Tad Williams (who wrote one of my favorite trilogies, Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn) would have pulled be away from it yet again. I should probably look for a different one on Monday.
As far as Oliver goes, I can understand that he is rather deprived of experience, but really, they were practicing pickpocketing. What did he think they were doing?
Why didn't Oliver try to look like he was doing something inconspicuous or do the right thing and tell them about it instead making them thing that he was the thieves.
ReplyDeleteI don't know; he really just thought they were playing games I guess. He couldn't understand that they would steal from someone doing them no harm.
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