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  Recently released: audiobook edition of  Tucker & Me  by Andrew Harvey. Book Description: Tucker & Me: Growing Up a Part-Time Southern Boy  is a poignant, humorous, and deeply human memoir of childhood in the 1960s—a time of big cars, bigger hair, and the shifting tides of American culture. Set between two dramatically different worlds, the story follows a boy raised by a single mother in fast-paced, sun-soaked Los Angeles, who spent his summers in the quiet, tradition-steeped town of Tucker, Georgia—a suburb of Atlanta where time seemed to move slower and Southern customs ran deep. Torn between the polished, modern glamour of the West Coast and the dusty porches and drawled charm of the South, the author recounts the joys, heartaches, and culture clashes of living a double life. From funny family mishaps and awkward teenage moments to moments of real danger and emotional depth,  Tucker & Me  captures what it means to grow up with one foot in ...

  Recently released: audiobook edition of  Tucker & Me  by Andrew Harvey. Book Description: Tucker & Me: Growing Up a Part-Time Southern Boy  is a poignant, humorous, and deeply human memoir of childhood in the 1960s—a time of big cars, bigger hair, and the shifting tides of American culture. Set between two dramatically different worlds, the story follows a boy raised by a single mother in fast-paced, sun-soaked Los Angeles, who spent his summers in the quiet, tradition-steeped town of Tucker, Georgia—a suburb of Atlanta where time seemed to move slower and Southern customs ran deep. Torn between the polished, modern glamour of the West Coast and the dusty porches and drawled charm of the South, the author recounts the joys, heartaches, and culture clashes of living a double life. From funny family mishaps and awkward teenage moments to moments of real danger and emotional depth,  Tucker & Me  captures what it means to grow up with one foot in ...

... toward the end of the year, we had games and festivities, one of which involved guessing the amount of candy in a very large jar. Whoever guessed the right amount of individual candies was the winner. I didn’t care about the candy, but I did care about winning, as I was wired to be extraordinarily competitive, something that was often discouraged by my teachers who would classify my displeasure at losing as being a “poor sport.” In essence, they were trying to filter out of me the exact quality that would help me be successful in life—thanks a lot.             In any event, I watched as other children tried futilely to maintain their count of the giant candy jar. I had other ideas. When there was no activity around the jar, I took a ruler and decided that I would focus my efforts on counting the candies in exactly one inch of the jar. This would not necessarily give me an accurate count, but I believed it would give me ...