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This Stranger, My Father
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SOLVED: Children's/YA > SOLVED. YA fiction about a girl who runs away after her father goes to prison. [s]

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Mel Ro | 18 comments I’m looking for a YA book I read back in the 90s. The setting is urban and in North America in modern times- Main character is a teenage girl whose father goes to prison, I think for some white-collar-type offense. Rather than go into foster care, she runs away. I recall at one point she enlists the help of some bikers to help her lose a law enforcement person who is tailing her. I also remember she often refers to her teeth as “wearing fuzzy sweaters “ because she doesn’t have a toothbrush when she first runs away. At the conclusion, she somehow reconnects with her father and they go on the lam together. Any ideas, wonderful reading community?


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Mel Ro | 18 comments Hmm, I honestly can’t tell if that’s the right one or not. It certainly could be, but the reviews make it sound like the father is a major character, and I don’t remember that being the case. Maybe 25 years have just dulled my recollection of dear old dad. At any rate, there’s an easy enough way to find out… I’ve got a copy on the way. Thanks!


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Rainbowheart | 28712 comments It is! All the parts you mentioned are there.

My teeth were wearing little wool sweaters, but I had no toothbrush, so I just rinsed my mouth with some cold water and went out to the living room.

I munched a doughnut and tore open my milk, trying to drink without letting it dribble down my chin. My teeth were wearing their wool sweaters again, and I felt dirty and tired.

As I got within a block or so, though, I hesitated and started to turn around. Sitting in the gas station lot, drinking beer and making a bit of noise, were four big men on heavy-looking motorcycles. Some sort of biker club, with jackets and riding boots. One of them was speaking to the others, loudly. He was smoking a fat cigar, and its glow flickered in the dark.

I looked behind me. “You see that car back there? Following me?”

“There are some men inside. I think they’re perverts or something. They tried to get me into their car.”

“I’m just trying to get home, but now they’re following me. I’m scared.”

The big biker flicked his stubby cigar away and said, “You don’t have to be scared.” He started his motorcycle with a kick. “We’ll take care of those guys.”


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Mel Ro | 18 comments Oh sweet! That’s great. And fast… the last book I looked for took about 2 years to find. Thanks so much. Now I’m even happier to have a copy on the way.


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Rainbowheart | 28712 comments You're super welcome! Happy to help out. :)


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