Don't know where we're going to sell all this cheese now Boston's out of the picture. We had our best customers in those fancy shops down there.” “The Harrises can't pay their rent,” I told Gran. “I know.” “What do we do about them?
True Stories for Girls of All Ages Melissa de la Cruz. Henry Holt and Company, Publishers since 1866 Henry Holt® is a registered trademark of Macmillan Publishing Group, LLC 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010 fiercereads.com ...
In this funny picture book about the all-familiar bedtime negotiations between child and parent, Edward and his mother talk about everything from yellow dogs to corn on the cob.
The Forty-One did go back out, and on board was Bill Cavanaugh, who had fully recovered from his broken neck injury sustained in the Chester Poling rescue. “I was off duty down in Marblehead,” says Cavanaugh, “but I still got the call ...
barber,. but we have nothing for payment and he sent us away. I didn't want to come here! But Father says 'tis his only hope.” Lily stiffened at the venom in his voice. “Come in,” Will ordered, walking back and pulling Lily with him.
confirm the reconfiguration, Bradley had worked himself into a seething temper. “By God, Ike, I cannot be responsible to the American people if you do this. I resign.” Major General Strong, listening to the phone conversation in ...
Omar Bradley knew from studying military history that the most important accomplishment was “to get ground quickly.” Was that happening at Omaha? Another shrug. He had expected the two assault regiments to be a mile inland by 8:30 A.M., ...
Through the year and no matter the weather, workers at the Village Garage are always busy.
Vow of Thieves is the thrilling sequel to Dance of Thieves, set in the same world as Mary E. Pearson's New York Times-bestselling Remnant Chronicles.
"With tenderness and wit, this story captures the magic of building strong childhood memories. The Browns and Syed celebrate the special bond between parent and child with joy and flair.
I spotted Aleski, our post messenger, walking toward us, his white-blond hair wild and loose beneath his hat, his lips chapped and cracked from the cold. He pushed a barrow of supplies. He had family in town, but he was rarely here, ...
Enterprising folks had sold Justin Timberlake's unfinished French toast, Scarlett Johannson's used tissue, William Shatner's kidney stone, Britney Spears's chewed gum. One quick thinker who happened upon Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie had ...
Mama lay in a narrow bed, as white as the sheet on top of her. Everything about Mama was white except her black hair. Her hair was like a dark stain on the hospital linens and her eyes remained closed, her thick lashes resting on white ...
It's a silver rose, the stem about ten inches long. It's beautiful, but it's made out of steel. Nico. The rose has thorns, wicked sharp, all along the stem. I get back to Veronica's house much later than I was supposed to.
Four young men in a tiny lifeboat brave a dreadful storm to save dozens of lives in this illustrated chapter book adaptation (for readers 6-9) of the New York Times bestseller The Finest Hours.
Nothing cheers him up-not his cousin Tam and especially not that strange boy Bray who's been hanging about. The only glimmer of brightness in Deb's life comes from Grandpa's lucky silver penny, which keeps mysteriously showing up.
“Get back, give us some room, go on,” Mr. Evans said, while Mr. McBryde knelt at Foster's side. “Son?” He tapped Foster's face lightly and then barked “911” at Mr. Evans. I was numb. I watched, helpless, as Mr. McBryde gently eased ...
She says that if I mix red, yellow, black, and white paints in the right combination, I will have the right brown for a picture of me. “The right brown? But Mom, brown is brown,” I say. “That's not so,” Mom says.
Two nine-cylinder diesel engines powered the U-boat when it was traveling on the surface, recharging the enormous batteries for the electrical systems that ran the lights, radio, and electric motors. The batteries allowed the submarines ...
Hers was checked and crossed by lines and squares of yellow, gray, and brown. If it was somewhat better made than the blankets her neighbors wore, this showed only that the local weaver had his preferences. Maddie could be considered a ...