the extraordinary adventures of alfred kropp by rick yancey

I was off the pediatrician's growth chart. At ten, I hit six feet and two hundred pounds. Okay, maybe not the size of a watermelon, but definitely as big as a cantaloupe one of those South American cantaloupes, which is a lot bigger than your California variety.īy the time I was five, I weighed over ninety-pounds and stood four feet tall. At birth, I weighed over twelve pounds and my head was about the size of a watermelon. I was born big and just kept getting bigger. It was almost ten and a half months when the doctor decided to get me the heck out of there before I exploded from her stomach like some kind of alien hatchling. Mom's pregnancy was difficult and very long. I was born in Salina, Ohio, the first and last child of Annabelle Kropp. Arthur Myers actually was, or that his name wasn't even Arthur Myers.īut I'm getting ahead of myself again. Of course, Uncle Farrell had no way of knowing who Mr. Myers flashed the cash, all other considerations like if any of it was legal, for instance were forgotten.

Being poor isn't one of those things you get used to, even if being poor is all you've ever been. Arthur Myers came along with his once-in-a-lifetime deal, my uncle was forty years old and sick of being poor. He never had much money growing up and, by the time Mr. It began with my uncle Farrell wanting to be rich. A lot of people died because of me including me but I guess I'm getting ahead of myself and I better start from the beginning. Maybe after you hear my story you won't think I'm much of a hero anyway, since most of my heroics if you want to call them that resulted from my being a screw-up. Nobody would have, including you, if you had known me before I took the world's most powerful weapon and let it fall into the hands of a lunatic. I never believed in angels or miracles, either, and I sure didn't think of myself as a hero. I never thought I would save the world or die saving it.

The extraordinary adventures of alfred kropp by rick yancey