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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... and they sneaked out of Boston with his sword hidden under her skirts, soon as the fighting started, so he could be in on it Where did his wife, Lucy, go? To Betsy Hunt Palmer's to make ready lint and linen. My sister Debby 4.
... and they sneaked out of Boston with his sword hidden under her skirts, soon as the fighting started, so he could be in on it Where did his wife, Lucy, go? To Betsy Hunt Palmer's to make ready lint and linen. My sister Debby 4.
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... Debby says they have setded into this way so they can cover their fondness for one another. I do not know what to think. Debby says I do not believe it because I am too smitten with Warren myself. And I am jealous. Debby is right But ...
... Debby says they have setded into this way so they can cover their fondness for one another. I do not know what to think. Debby says I do not believe it because I am too smitten with Warren myself. And I am jealous. Debby is right But ...
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... Debby is right. There is something more than friendship between them. Debby had thought so all along. Only Father didn't see it. What matters, Father? What's true? Or what people think? Warren left late. He and my father were both in ...
... Debby is right. There is something more than friendship between them. Debby had thought so all along. Only Father didn't see it. What matters, Father? What's true? Or what people think? Warren left late. He and my father were both in ...
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... Debby did it all the time. John was apprenticing with my father. "Is the sentry 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 ...
... Debby did it all the time. John was apprenticing with my father. "Is the sentry 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 ...
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... . And lovely. Isn't she, John?" "Father!" I chided him and blushed. I saw John blush, too. "You know I love you, Sarah," Father said. "You've always been my favorite." "After Debby." "You'll do it then?" "What do I say 14.
... . And lovely. Isn't she, John?" "Father!" I chided him and blushed. I saw John blush, too. "You know I love you, Sarah," Father said. "You've always been my favorite." "After Debby." "You'll do it then?" "What do I say 14.
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