Overview
Louie loved gifts. Louie found himself alone and saw what nobody had ever seen. And Mort had never met anybody like Louie before; he had endured an eternity of isolation and loneliness. Louie simply couldn't resist an invitation to look inside the old trunk that Mort hauled behind him. As Louie gazed inside Mort's mysterious trunk, he offered to Louie an especially rare gift. And with Mort's gift came the promise of adventure.
Full Product Details
Author: Robert Lee Johnston
Publisher: Rc Management and Publishing Services
Imprint: Rc Management and Publishing Services
Dimensions:
Width: 14.00cm
, Height: 0.60cm
, Length: 21.60cm
Weight: 0.136kg
ISBN: 9798987397909
Pages: 108
Publication Date: 02 March 2023
Audience:
Young adult
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Teenage / Young adult
Format: Paperback
Publisher's Status: Active
Availability: Available To Order
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Reviews
5.0 out of 5 stars HIGHLY Recommend! A Definite Must Read! Reviewed in the United States on February 17, 2023 Verified Purchase OH! MY! GOODNESS! Phenomenal! Spectacular storyline! What an adventure! I was right there with Mort and Louie! Robert Lee Johnston has woven a creatively heart-warming, heart-wrenching story. I simply adore Mort and Louie! Their story made me cry sad tears. It made me cry happy tears. And, it made me laugh. I wish this book was around when I was teaching. My middle schoolers would have enjoyed it as much as I did. It's a definite must-read. It's 5 stars. It's both thumbs way up! It's a story deserving of your time!
Author Information
About the AuthorWHO IS ROBERT LEE JOHNSTON?As a commercial white water rafting guide, the coolest job in Australia; my office was the wild rapids, rivers, waterfalls and rain forests of Far North Queensland. The highest rainfall in Australia supplies a steady flow of flooding white water and endless thrill-seeking customers.I was badly injured, on river, just over ten years ago. And I will never raft professionally again.It was when I was transformed throughout the healing process that I wholly embraced anger, pain and hatred. I gave to my pain, a name. I gave to agony and suffering, human faces. I started to write when I was tortured or angered. And found out years later my writing was a very accurate account of those emotions. Love was especially hard to see or sense from my then unenviable low vantage point. But it was definitely love and patience that helped the most. I believed, to win, to finally beat pain, I must fight it, be angry at it, become insular, inward and surly. It took many years to succumb and stubbornly change my tune. I wish I could say nobody close to me got hurt or disappointed, but that would be a lie.I still live in the house that my wife and I built on a thirty-acre farm that we scratched out within the tropical embrace of Queensland's two tallest mountains. Alongside the farm a moody, cantankerous river winds its way into the coral sea.
