The Secret of Sarah RevereHoughton Mifflin Harcourt, 1 ëèñò. 1995 ð. - 338 ñòîð. 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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... Boston's North End for their kindness and assistance. The mere fact that this house still exists, that it has survived three hundred years of our history (it was originally built in 1680), is a miracle in itself. It was a rooming house ...
... Boston's North End for their kindness and assistance. The mere fact that this house still exists, that it has survived three hundred years of our history (it was originally built in 1680), is a miracle in itself. It was a rooming house ...
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... Boston we could at least see what is going on. But here, seven miles up the Charles from Boston, we cannot. Then the guns start again, like thunder. Oh, I wish it were thunder! We need rain. Is that man going to come through the gate ...
... Boston we could at least see what is going on. But here, seven miles up the Charles from Boston, we cannot. Then the guns start again, like thunder. Oh, I wish it were thunder! We need rain. Is that man going to come through the gate ...
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... Boston. A minister, he says. Some man of God, that he isn't sensible of the troubles we all have in Watertown this day. I told him before that baby Joshua kept us up all night. And that Father is busy. Why doesn't he go away? How to be ...
... Boston. A minister, he says. Some man of God, that he isn't sensible of the troubles we all have in Watertown this day. I told him before that baby Joshua kept us up all night. And that Father is busy. Why doesn't he go away? How to be ...
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... militia as soon as they got done chasing Lord Percy back to Boston after Lexington. "Twas Warren who made the army, children," Father told us. "Warren who wrote the circular that went out all over, telling of Lexington and 5.
... militia as soon as they got done chasing Lord Percy back to Boston after Lexington. "Twas Warren who made the army, children," Father told us. "Warren who wrote the circular that went out all over, telling of Lexington and 5.
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... Boston. Copper and paper were hard to come by. "These notes are worthless," Father said to John. "I'm ashamed of them. So thick. The British laugh at us. Call them pasteboard currency." "Pasteboard currency is a sight better than none ...
... Boston. Copper and paper were hard to come by. "These notes are worthless," Father said to John. "I'm ashamed of them. So thick. The British laugh at us. Call them pasteboard currency." "Pasteboard currency is a sight better than none ...
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