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“"Our hero fell without firing a shot." Enter Becky, exit Amy. The literary intelligentsi can call "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" Twain's masterpiece all they want: I've always found Huck as dull as dishwater compared to Tom. For me, there's always, only been Tom--that quintessential American scamp who tricks other boys into whitewashing the fence, crashes his own funeral, and keeps Aunt Polly continually on the brink. Tom has flashes of gallant swashbuckling ladykiller that could melt any girl's heart, when he's not up to mischief with Huck. At the grand finale, when "Old Hundred" swells to the church rafters and all is forgiven the presumed-dead Tom, you wonder how many hours, if not minutes, it will take Tom to sully his freshly whitewashed reputation. Love him, love him, LOVE HIM. Bless Mark Twain and my ninth-grade English teacher, for giving me Tom Sawyer.”