The Secret of Sarah RevereHoughton Mifflin Harcourt, 1 лист. 1995 р. - 338 стор. The daughter of Paul Revere tells of her father’s secret—and her own: “A lively, exciting picture of Boston going to war…excellent.”—VOYA Thirteen-year-old Sarah Revere knows her father is a Patriot hero, a champion of the Colonies against the British. But she also knows that Paul Revere guards a secret about the start of the Revolutionary War that he will tell no one—not his new wife, not his best friend, not even his trusted daughter. It seems everyone in her family has secrets. Sarah’s even got one of her own—and it's tearing her apart…. This is a “beautifully crafted” novel of a young girl growing up—and a country’s battle for independence (School Library Journal). “As usual, Rinaldi has done her homework; the book is solidly researched and extremely well written. Readers will not soon forget these characters…Vivid in the best sense of the word.”—Kirkus Reviews A New York Public Library “Book for the Teen Age” Includes a reader's guide |
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... And thanks, once again, to my son, Ron, whose interest in history rallied me to write historical novels, as surely as Paul Revere rallied the inhabitants of so many New England towns with his cry of "The Regulars are coming!"
... And thanks, once again, to my son, Ron, whose interest in history rallied me to write historical novels, as surely as Paul Revere rallied the inhabitants of so many New England towns with his cry of "The Regulars are coming!"
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... coming through the gate, down the walk. I opened the door. Cannon pounded. He waited until the sound was finished, then he spoke. "Can your father see me now?" He was drenched with sweat "Wait," I said. Then I ran through the house and ...
... coming through the gate, down the walk. I opened the door. Cannon pounded. He waited until the sound was finished, then he spoke. "Can your father see me now?" He was drenched with sweat "Wait," I said. Then I ran through the house and ...
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... coming?" my father asked John. "Yessir. He thought he'd be needed on the hill. Was ready to go fight. But they told him he was more needed here." A guard was posted outside the shop all the time. My father's press must not be left ...
... coming?" my father asked John. "Yessir. He thought he'd be needed on the hill. Was ready to go fight. But they told him he was more needed here." A guard was posted outside the shop all the time. My father's press must not be left ...
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... coming in the window, copper plates all about, the smell of ink so pungent, the floor full of grimy sand and bits of paper, him wiping the sweat from his eyes as he lowers the platen on the press, tightens the screws, and swears because ...
... coming in the window, copper plates all about, the smell of ink so pungent, the floor full of grimy sand and bits of paper, him wiping the sweat from his eyes as he lowers the platen on the press, tightens the screws, and swears because ...
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... coming on for years." "My father has been part of it for years. It is not something he takes lighdy." He sighed and nodded. "Tell me your recollections." "My recollections are my own." "No, child. They belong to the vvodd now. You owe 20.
... coming on for years." "My father has been part of it for years. It is not something he takes lighdy." He sighed and nodded. "Tell me your recollections." "My recollections are my own." "No, child. They belong to the vvodd now. You owe 20.
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