Flush

Paperback | May 11, 2010

byCarl Hiaasen

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Take a romp in the swamp with this New York Times bestselling mystery adventure set in the Florida Keys from Newbery Honoree Carl Hiaasen!

Noah's dad is sure that the owner of the Coral Queen casino boat is flushing raw sewage into the harbor—which has made taking a dip at the local beach like swimming in a toilet. He can't prove it though, and so he decides that sinking the boat will make an effective statement. Right. The boat is pumped out and back in business within days and Noah's dad is in the local lock-up.

Now Noah is determined to succeed where his dad failed. He will prove that the Coral Queen is dumping illegally . . . somehow.


“The writing is pitch perfect.” —The New York Times
 
“A royal flush.” —Chicago Sun-Times
 
“Classic Hiaasen—laugh-out-loud satire in a Florida setting.” —Life


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Take a romp in the swamp with this New York Times bestselling mystery adventure set in the Florida Keys from Newbery Honoree Carl Hiaasen! Noah's dad is sure that the owner of the Coral Queen casino boat is flushing raw sewage into the harbor—which has made taking a dip at the local beach like swimming in a toilet. He can't prove it ...

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"Compulsively readable with a cleverly conceived resolution. . . . Fans ofspy stories, action, environmental intrigue, and, well, Hiaasen, will cheer forthis one." - The BulletinFrom the Trade Paperback edition.

Carl Hiaasen has been writing about Florida since his father gave him a typewriter at age six. Then it was hunt-and-peck stories about neighborhood kickball and softball games. Now Hiaasen writes a column for the Miami Herald and is the author of many bestselling novels, including Sick Puppy and Nature Girl. Hoot, Hiaasen's first novel...

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Format:PaperbackDimensions:272 pages, 7.63 × 5.19 × 0.63 inPublished:May 11, 2010Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0375861254

ISBN - 13:9780375861253

Appropriate for ages: 9 - 12

Reviews

Rated 5 out of 5 by from The best, intense, story The book flush was so interesting and i could not put it down. I would recommend this book to people who love suspicion and intensity.
Date published: 2012-06-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Best Book! This book is AMAZING! It is perfect for the ages 10-12! It has adventure, a bit of mystery here and there (but not like Nancy Drew), and has a few jokes that make the story more enjoyable. I reccomend this book for every kid! Other books by Carl Hiaasen: Hoot and Scat are really amazing too! :)
Date published: 2009-10-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Pretty Good! I enjoyed the book Flush very much. It was awesome! This fast-paced book has many unexpected turns. Flush is in the perspective of a boy, Noah, whose dad is in jail, again, for doing what he believes is right. It’s up to him and his sister to prove their dad is right. Flush is very amusing. Imagine bird poop dropping on your head! Though I must say, it does contain some violence. I also like how the author left us hanging in the end. He gave us a chance to imagine the rest ourselves. But at the same time, I wished the author continued it a bit more. I would not recommend buying it though. In my opinion, it’s one of those books you just want to read once. Tigger
Date published: 2008-11-05
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Maybe pick a Farley Mowat novel instead Like all of Hiaasen’s novels, Flush is set in Florida, and like many other of his works, it touches on the pollution of that state. But unlike Hiaasen’s characteristic multi-layered story-telling, Flush has only a single plot line, told in first person narrative. Hiaasen may have deviated from his normally richer style to write this children’s novel, but the result is a simple (perhaps even boring) book that might have made for a better short story. The greatest strength of this book is that the male adult characters, even the good ones, are flawed and often have to struggle against their own nature to do what is right. Unfortunately, Hiaasen cannot bring this open-minded view of human nature to women, such that his female characters are generally faultless goody two-shoes, or possibly the opposite, but seldom anywhere in between. One interested element of this book is the view of a parents' struggling marriage from the children's perspective. This might be a good diversion for a speedy young reader who enjoys a bit of adventure and handle gross topics (the toilet seat on the cover should serve as a warning), but it’s not a book I’d want to spend too much time with.
Date published: 2008-03-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from I liked it. (: i find that the book was odd but was also great! 0: i think that this book is good 4 many readers in gards 6-8. me and my best friend brittany have looked other reviwes on this book and they have been somewhat like r's. OH i have 2 go my cookies r bruning!!!!
Date published: 2008-01-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from FLUSH/HOOT i havent read this book yet but im planning too. i am reading the book called Hoot by Carl Hiaasen. So far im liking it, Carl Hiaasen seems like a good other so maybe you should go to his website,, www.carlhiaasen.com
Date published: 2007-10-18

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The Coral Queen had gone down stern first in twelve feet of water. Her hull had settled on the marly bottom at a slight angle with the bow aiming upward.She was a big one, too. Even at high tide, the top two decks were above the water line. It was like a big ugly apartment building had fallen out of the sky and landed in the basin.Abbey hopped off my handlebars and walked to the water’s edge. She planted her hands on her hips and stared at the crime scene.“Whoa,” she said. “He really did it this time.”“It’s bad,” I agreed.The Coral Queen was one of those gambling boats where passengers line up to play blackjack and electronic poker, and to stuff their faces at the all-you-can-eat buffet. It didn’t sound like a ton of fun to me, but the Coral Queen was packed to the rafters every night.There was one major difference between Dusty Muleman’s operation and the gambling cruises up in Miami: The Coral Queen didn’t actually go anywhere. That’s one reason it was so popularBy Florida law, gambling boats are supposed to travel at least three miles offshore–beyond the state boundaries–before anyone is allowed to start betting. Rough weather is real bad for business, because lots of customers get seasick. As soon as they start throwing up, they quit spending money.According to my father, Dusty Muleman’s dream was to open a gambling boat that never left the calm and safety of its harbor. That way, the passengers would never get too queasy to party.Only Indian tribes are allowed to run casino operations in Florida, so Dusty somehow persuaded a couple of rich Miccosukees from Miami to buy the marina and make it part of their reservation. Dad said the government raised a stink but later backed off, because the Indians had better lawyers.Anyway, Dusty got his gambling boat–and he got rich.My dad had waited until three in the morning, when the last of the crew was gone, to sneak aboard. He’d untied the ropes and started one of the engines and idled out to the mouth of the basin, where he’d opened the seacocks and cut the hoses and disconnected the bilge pumps and then dived overboard.The Coral Queen had gone down crosswise in the channel, which meant that no other vessels could get in or out of the basin. In other words, Dusty Muleman wasn’t the only captain in town who wanted to strangle my dad on Father’s Day.I locked my bike to a buttonwood tree and walked down to the charter docks, Abbey trailing behind. Two small skiffs and a Coast Guard inflatable were nosing around the Coral Queen. We could hear the men in the skiffs talking about what had to be done to float the boat. It was a major project.“He’s lost his marbles,” Abbey muttered.“Who–Dad? No way,” I said.“Then why did he do it?”“Because Dusty Muleman has been dumping his holding tank into the water,” I said.Abbey grimaced. “Yuck. From the toilets?”“Yep. In the middle of the night, when there’s nobody around.”“That is so gross.”“And totally illegal,” I said. “He only does it to save money.”According to my father, Dusty Muleman was such a pathetic cheapskate that he wouldn’t pay to have the Coral Queen’s sewage hauled away. Instead his crew had standing orders to flush the waste into the basin, which was already murky. The tide later carried most of the filth out to open water.“But why didn’t Dad just call the Coast Guard?” my sister asked. “Wouldn’t that have been the grown-up thing to do?”“He told me he tried. He said he called everybody he could think of, but they could never catch Dusty in the act,” I said. “Dad thinks somebody’s tipping him off.”“Oh, please,” Abbey groaned.Now she was starting to annoy me.“When wind and the current are right, the poop from the gambling boat floats out of the basin and down the shoreline,” I said, “straight to Thunder Beach.”Abbey made a pukey face. “Ugh. So that’s why they close the park sometimes.”“You know how many kids go swimming there? What Dusty’s doing can make you real sick at both ends. Hospital-sick, Dad says. So it’s not only disgusting, it’s dangerous.”“Yeah, but–”“I didn’t say it was right, Abbey, what Dad did. I’m only telling you why.”My father hadn’t even tried to get away. After swimming back to the dock, he’d sat down in a folding chair, opened a can of root beer and watched the Coral Queen go down. He was still there at dawn, sleeping, when the police arrived.“So, what now?” Abbey asked.A dark bluish slick surrounded the boat, and the men in the Coast Guard inflatable were laying out yellow floating bumpers, to keep the oil and grease from spreading. By sinking the Coral Queen, my father himself had managed to make quite a mess.I said, “Dad asked me to help him.”Abbey made a face. “Help him what–break out of jail?”“Get serious.”“Then what, Noah? Tell me.”I knew she wasn’t going to like it. “He wants me to help him nail Dusty Muleman,” I said.A long silence followed, so I figured Abbey was thinking up something snarky to say. But it turned out that she wasn’t.“I didn’t give Dad an answer yet,” I said.“I already know your answer,” said my sister.“His heart’s in the right place, Abbey. It really is.”“It’s not his heart I’m worried about, it’s his brain,” she said. “You’d better be careful, Noah.”“Are you going to tell Mom?”“I haven’t decided.” She gave me a sideways look that told me she probably wouldn’t.Like I said, my sister’s all right.From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

"Compulsively readable with a cleverly conceived resolution. . . . Fans of
spy stories, action, environmental intrigue, and, well, Hiaasen, will cheer for
this one." - The Bulletin


From the Trade Paperback edition.