title: In the Belly of the Bloodhound: Being an Account of a Particularly Peculiar Adventure in the Life of Jacky Faber (Bloody Jack Adventures)
author:  L. A. Meyer 
description: Grade 8 UpIn this installment in the series, the teen is back in Boston as a student at the Lawson Peabody School for Young Girls. While there, she tries to comport herself as a proper young lady in polite society. When the girls go on a field trip to a nearby island, they are kidnapped and put on a slave ship called the <i>Bloodhound</i>, which is bound for Africa. Jacky quickly falls back on her seagoing experience to organize the captives into divisions and devise a daring escape plan, which could mean the difference between life and death. Readers unfamiliar with the previous books will have a difficult time following the action. It is not made clear what Jacky's previous adventures were and how she came to be in Boston and at the school. The narrative is somewhat slow and does not pick up speed until far into the journey on the slave ship. Jacky is a strong protagonist whose exploits are astounding and hair-raising, but the secondary characters are not as well developed.<i>Kristen Oravec, Cuyahoga County Public Library, Strongsville, OH</i> <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  # THE VERDICT
  
  
  ### Edith Wharton
  
  
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  I had always thought Jack Gisburn rather a cheap genius—though a
  
  
  good fellow enough—so it was no great surprise to me to hear
  
  
  that, in the height of his glory, he had dropped his painting,
  
  
  married a rich widow, and established himself in a villa on the
  
  
  Riviera. (Though I rather thought it would have been Rome or
  
  
  Florence.)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  "The height of his glory"—that was what the women called it. I
  
  
  can hear Mrs. Gideon Thwing—his last Chicago sitter—deploring
  
  
  his unaccountable abdication. "Of course it's going to send the
  
  
  value of my picture 'way up; but I don't think of that, Mr.
  
  
  Rickham—the loss to Arrt is all I think of." The word, on Mrs.
  
  
  Thwing's lips, multiplied its RS as though they were reflected in
  
  
  an endless vista