Not one of Heinlein's better novels but written in 1948, I guess it was considered one of his juvenile novels, whatever that means. Funny how regardless of when a writer might write their novels there characters seem to be stitched of the same stuff. You can see things in their characters that gets transferred to newer characters in their later novels. When I think of the authors that I have read more than one of their novels it is amazing how the DNA gets passed along. Two of the ones that jump out to me immediately are Hemingway and Conroy.
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