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I just love the way those old-time authors like Mr. Dickens or George Eliot (who was actually a woman, in case you didn't know) stop smack-dab in the middle of the story and say stuff like, "patient reader," and then give some little side comment."
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It was in Durmond that I made the wonderful discovery of interlibrary loan, the greatest invention since the light bulb. [...] All the libraries were linked together, so no matter where I moved, as long as I had a library card I would be part of a web as powerful and beautiful as the one in Charlotte's Web. Just as Charlotte the spider wrote messages in her web that transformed Wilbur the ordinary pig into "some pig," this web would transfo..
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libraries
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Mist
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I couldn't believe it. It wasn't just that he knew about Narnia. I could tell that he knew what I meant by a Narnia cubby. It was all there in his eyes. He knew that I didn't actually think I was Lucy going through a real door to magical lands. He knew that the cubby in the Roadmaster was a sane person's ticket to freedom of thought.
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To belong did not mean ownership. You were not someone's property. The "be" syllable was about existence: "to be" yourself and "to be" in a special place that no one else could occupy within your family except you. The "long" part was about the heart, a place in the heart where a family met and lived together. They didn't just put up with each other. They longed for each other. To belong was not a state of mind but a state of heart."
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family
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Be proud. Be proud you are a soldier. Be proud you are a woman.
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historical-fiction
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Kathryn Lasky |
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If fairness were the rule, the good would not die young, as Coryn, the king of the Great Tree, had.
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Kathryn Lasky |
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The moment she entered she felt wrapped in a fragile golden light like a radiant mist that seemed to settle around her. What was it about the mews? she often wondered. It seemed to transform the simplest things, like stone and wood and the very air one breathed, into something different. When she crossed the threshold, she felt as if she had entered another world.
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Kathryn Lasky |
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Bye-bye," Auntie cooed, and waved a tattered wing. "Bye-bye, 12-8, you fool!"
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Kathryn Lasky |
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Oh, if only I were perfectly moon blinked [hypnotized]. If only I were...
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