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d00bbd0
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I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you screamed denials constantly and stopped ever even looking at the boy you were accused of liking. The boys could destroy each other by yodeling, "An-drew lo-oves Jen-nie," and both Andrew and Jennie would flinch and blush. Love is this great thing that most songs and books and poems and lives are all about. So the minute we actually..
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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6f83158
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People think they own time. They have watches and clocks and digital pulses. But they are wrong.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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7f43905
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She was a mind floating in an ocean of confusion.
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metaphor
mind
confusion
floating
ocean
sad
scared
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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754f910
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But I found my family. I found the right thing to do. I found the way home.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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e33e1e0
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But sometimes, in tight corners, when your back is against the wall and the world is against you, you have to fight back in unexpected ways.
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young-adult
young-adult-horror
young-adult-fiction
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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c44f7b6
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Stephen had just come from a class discussion in which several students believed that the right cup of herbal tea would save them from pain and sorrow. Well acquainted with pain and sorrow, Stephen did not contribute to the discussion. He merely crossed these idiots off his list of possible friends.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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86b291c
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Guys with nice person names try to be sympathetic.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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af02aff
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Breakfast was only worth having when somebody else made it for you.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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b7112bd
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She had gradually changed her name. "Jane" was too dull. Last year, she'd added a "y", becoming Jayne, which had more personality."
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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569d345
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I'll take you to Mickey D's," said Sean. "I'll buy you a hamburger." Annie was not thrilled. Sean's offer did not compare to offers made in other centuries. "And fries," Sean said. "And a vanilla milkshake." Annie remained unthrilled. "Okay, okay. You can have a Big Mac." Romance in my century, she thought, is pitiful."
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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3be7f27
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I have no beliefs," said her mother. "Only hopes."
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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4901d08
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The only evil is that I don't mind that it happened.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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c2c6067
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You have a girlfriend?" said Brian. "You never told us." "I'm not going to tell you now either. Don't tell Mom and Dad, don't tell Jodie, don't tell Bren." "Why not?" said Brian. "Mom and Dad would be thrilled. Unless she's some disgusting skank leading you down a sick and twisted path."
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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76607ef
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If she dreamed, she did not remember when she awoke.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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f98798d
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Strat yearned to imagine her without even the thin white dress, but it would not be honorable, so he prevented himself from having such a fantasy.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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82ffaa9
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It was darker in the tower than any place Devnee had ever been. The dark had textures, some velvet, some satin. The dark shifted positions. The dark continued to breathe. The breath of the tower lifted her clothing like the flaps of a tent, and sounded in her ears like falling snow. It's the wind coming through the double shutters, Devnee told herself. But how could the wind come through? There were glass windows between the inside and outs..
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shutters
windows
tower
glass
scary
vampire
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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962d546
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Who was Florinda, and why did she faint so often that she needed a special couch on which to do it?
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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6d86e1c
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I guess you've grown up anyway, Janie. Even with all the bricks I put on your head to keep you little.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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9043adb
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What would she have? Coke, said Annie. And when she tasted the familiar drink, how much less scary the world was, and how much less frightening her task.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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fa26b40
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She stared at the dark shimmer of glass that faced the street. The Clares never pulled curtains. They were comftorable with the dark. But there was another kind of dark. The darkness of minds full of hate.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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ab3b6ae
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I actually thought you would be kind," said the vampire. "Go away!" screamed Devnee. He did not answer. "I didn't have to be kind," Devnee told him. "Victoria was kind for me." He laughed. "No one can be kind for you, my dear," said the vampire. "But I don't mind, of course. I have you now. There's no escape, my dear. You and I, Devnee Fountain, are a team."
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kindness
vampire
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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45be5b3
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Listen to the sea...it sounds like a coffin being dragged over broken glass.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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567a44b
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She wanted love, adventure, and wild, fierce emotions that would batter her, as storms battered the island. I am thirteen, Christina thought, I am ready. I want it all.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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7a6ae1f
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Don't they look like ancient island princesses, marked out for sacrifice? Sent away for the sake of the islanders, to be given to the sea?
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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9b51cde
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I have this terrible fear of fractions," Christina told him. ... "Miss Schuyler thinks she can conquer it. Also a fear of running out of popcorn. Nothing could be worse than going to a movie and they don't have any popcorn, you know?"
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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42e3cb3
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She had a sense of herself being brain dead: running on tubes and machines.
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weak
depression
love
lose
lonely
sad
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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6a5bfd9
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It was like crawling on glass. No matter how firmly she resolved not to think such stupid things, she thought them.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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5ed1114
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Her parents kissed her on each side. Her mother took both her hands now and held them against her cheek, as if in prayer. "We tried everything to get Hannah out. We took her on long vacations, we sent her to live with my cousin in Atlanta, we tried traditional church. But she went to California to join the temple commune. There was nothing we could do. The law wasn't on our side, Hannah wasn't on our side. The cult even had armed bodyguards..
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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5a671f6
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But West, like the rest of the Trevors, was endlessly polite. It gave them protection; they could stand neatly behind their courtesy.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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25d6c96
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They ended up at the Old Corner Bookstore, which Brian had read about in a tour guide to Boston. "Longfellow and Hawthorne and Oliver Wendell Holmes used to read here. Let's go in." Brian nudged the girls until they obeyed.
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chapter-headings
exciting
hawthrone
oliver-wendell-holmes
paul-revere
thick
bookstore
longfellow
book
shelves
notes
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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d3c99d7
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wanted is a good action book
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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ca5d886
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The sea can smack the rocks like a hand smacking a cheek. It can hiss or gurgle or even kiss. But when it wants, it can go quiet. 'And then', said Anya Rothrock, 'you can hear the voices of the drowned'.
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sea
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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4650c40
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How terrifying empty beds were. The neatness of the sheets and blankets was like the neatness of a mowed and trimmed graveyard.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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1c6edd5
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Eben was looking at Sarah in the way every girl prays some boy will one day look at her. "I will marry you, Sarah," said Eben. "I will be a good husband. A Puritan husband. Who will one day take us both back home." Wind shifted the lace of Sarah's gown and the auburn of one loose curl. "I love you, Sarah," said Eben. "I've always loved you." Tears came to Sarah's eyes: she who had not wept over her own family. She stood as if it had not occ..
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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8005e92
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I guess even really annoying people can be right sometimes.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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7196315
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Her laughter began low and quiet then rose in pitch and flickered all over the room, like blood splatter.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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90f4659
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The dancing began. Along with ancient percussion instruments that crackled and rattled, rasped and banged, the St. Francis Indians had French bells, whose clear chimes rang, and even a bugle, whose notes trumpeted across the river and over the trees. "Mercy Carter!" exclaimed an English voice. "Joanna Kellogg! This is wonderful! I am so glad to see you!" An English boy flung his arms around the girls, embracing them joyfully, whirling them ..
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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fc13547
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Bianca and Mindy crept into the room like great big fashionable mice.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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1cec63f
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The most crippling part of my personality is that as much as I want to know something, I can't bear admitting I'm ignorant. It's as if I think I should have been born knowing and understanding all. As if when I say out loud, what are you talking about? the world will point and jeer.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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863f314
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It's been one nightmare after another, Christina thought. Pretty soon I won't be able to keep track of them all.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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60f72c0
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I thought of the parable of the prodigal son. We had made merry for the beloved child's return too - but what happens when the beloved child doesn't say she's sorry? The parable doesn't talk about that. Jesus figures of you're sorry. Jesus, I thought, you blew it. Not everybody is sorry.
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forgiveness
children
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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f195234
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To be believed, you had to have the support of the Somebodies
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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790338b
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He got out in a middle-aged kind of way, locked the car, and ambled along.
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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6738e01
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The Harbor was a plain brick building, undistinguished and solid.
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Caroline B. Cooney |