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001			on1108787064
003			OCoLC
005			20191203091313.0
008			190701t20192019nyua 000 0aeng
010			_a 2019021573
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019			_a1089493656
020			_a9781538745151 _q(hardcover)
020			_a1538745151 _q(hardcover)
035			_a(OCoLC)1108787064 _z(OCoLC)1089493656
042			_apcc
043			_af-bs--- _an-us-pa
092			_aRoberts, K. _bR645
049			_aNFGA
100	1		_aRoberts, Keena, _eauthor.
245	1	0	_aWild life : _bdispatches from a childhood of baboons and button-downs / _cKeena Roberts.
250			_aFirst edition.
263			_a1911
264		1	_aNew York : _bGrand Central Publishing, _c2019.
264		4	_c©2019
300			_aix, 290 pages : _billustrations ; _c24 cm
336			_atext _btxt _2rdacontent
336			_astill image _bsti _2rdacontent
337			_aunmediated _bn _2rdamedia
338			_avolume _bnc _2rdacarrier
505	0		_aPrologue. Gorillaman and fifty tiny ballerinas -- The first three times I almost died -- A dead chicken and an offer of marriage -- Don't bring your beer shirt to show and tell -- The African night is long and dark -- Snakes and cakes -- Stranded in Xamashuro -- 100 cases of beer and a man-eating crocodile -- Pearl Jam and other things I didn't know -- Can we swim away from this party? -- Baboon identification and other hidden talents -- There are no doctors here -- The elf princess plays lacrosse -- Finding the moon on Earth -- High school waterhole -- The hippo situation is grim -- One unhappy cat -- We're just going to make a run for it -- The leopard attack -- The infection rate reaches 36% -- I am American -- The other spot at Harvard -- A bear just doing his bear thing -- Extreme driving in a broken Toyota -- Blood and dust and Botswana sky -- Epilogue. Goodbye, Narnia.
520			_a"Keena Roberts split her adolescence between the wilds of an island camp in Botswana and the even more treacherous halls of an elite Philadelphia private school. In Africa, she slept in a tent, cooked over a campfire, and lived each day alongside the baboon colony her parents were studying. She could wield a spear as easily as a pencil, and it wasn't unusual to be chased by lions or elephants on any given day. But for the months of the year when her family lived in the United States, this brave kid from the bush was cowed by the far more treacherous landscape of the preppy, private school social hierarchy. Most girls Keena's age didn't spend their days changing truck tires, baking their own bread, or running from elephants as they tried to do their schoolwork. They also didn't carve bird whistles from palm nuts or nearly knock themselves unconscious trying to make homemade palm wine. But Keena's parents were famous primatologists who shuttled her and her sister between Philadelphia and Botswana every six months. Dreamer, reader, and adventurer, she was always far more comfortable avoiding lions and hippopotamuses than she was dealing with spoiled middle-school field hockey players. In Keena's funny, tender memoir, Wild Life, Africa bleeds into America and vice versa, each culture amplifying the other. By turns heartbreaking and hilarious, Wild Life is ultimately the story of a daring but sensitive young girl desperately trying to figure out if there's any place where she truly fits in"-- _cProvided by publisher.
600	1	0	_aRoberts, Keena _xChildhood and youth.
650		0	_aAmericans _zBotswana _vBiography.
651		0	_aPhiladelphia (Pa.) _vBiography. _9234822
655		7	_aAutobiographies. _2lcgft _9728
994			_aC0 _bNFG
999			_c302494 _d302494