Dreamer, reader, and adventurer, she was always far more comfortable avoiding lions and hippopotamuses than she was dealing with spoiled middle-school field hockey players.
But Keena's parents were famous primatologists who shuttled her and her sister between Philadelphia and Botswana every six months. They also didn't carve bird whistles from palm nuts or nearly knock themselves unconscious trying to make homemade palm wine. Most girls Keena's age didn't spend their days changing truck tires, baking their own bread, or running from elephants as they tried to do their schoolwork. But for the months of the year when her family lived in the United States, this brave kid from the bush was cowed by the far more treacherous landscape of the preppy, private school social hierarchy. She could wield a spear as easily as a pencil, and it wasn't unusual to be chased by lions or elephants on any given day. In Africa, she slept in a tent, cooked over a campfire, and lived each day alongside the baboon colony her parents were studying. Keena Roberts split her adolescence between the wilds of an island camp in Botswana and the even more treacherous halls of an elite Philadelphia private school. Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight meets Mean Girls in this funny, insightful fish-out-of-water memoir about a young girl coming of age half in a "baboon camp" in Botswana, half in a ritzy Philadelphia suburb.
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