A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive

Reading Level
Grade 5
Time to Read
2 hrs 21 mins

Reading Level

What is the reading level of A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive?

Analysing the books in the series, we estimate that the reading level of A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive is 4th and 5th grade.

Expert Readability Tests for
A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive

Readability Test Reading Level
Flesch Kincaid Scale Grade 4
SMOG Index Grade 7
Coleman Liau Index Grade 5
Dale Chall Readability Score Grade 6

Reading Time

2 hrs 21 mins

How long to read A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive?

The estimated word count of A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive is 35,030 words.

A person reading at the average speed of 250 words/min, will finish the book in 2 hrs 21 mins. At a slower speed of 150 words/min, they will finish it in 3 hrs 54 mins. At a faster speed of 450 words/min, they will finish it in 1 hrs 18 mins.

A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive - 35,030 words
Reading Speed Time to Read
Slow 150 words/min 3 hrs 54 mins
Average 250 words/min 2 hrs 21 mins
Fast 450 words/min 1 hrs 18 mins
A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive by Dave Pelzer
Authors
Dave Pelzer

More about A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive

35,030 words

Word Count

for A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive

3 hours and 46 minutes

Audiobook length


Description

This book chronicles the unforgettable account of one of the most severe child abuse cases in California history. It is the story of Dave Pelzer, who was brutally beaten and starved by his emotionally unstable, alcoholic mother: a mother who played tortuous, unpredictable games--games that left him nearly dead. He had to learn how to play his mother's games in order to survive because she no longer considered him a son, but a slave; and no longer a boy, but an "it."Dave's bed was an old army cot in the basement, and his clothes were torn and raunchy. When his mother allowed him the luxury of food, it was nothing more than spoiled scraps that even the dogs refused to eat. The outside world knew nothing of his living nightmare. He had nothing or no one to turn to, but his dreams kept him alive--dreams of someone taking care of him, loving him and calling him their son.