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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... face. She had run out of teasing things to say. Her way didn't work anymore. "Has the whole world gone mad?" she said to me in passing. "He's so young and alive. Why does he want a rendezvous with death?" And without waiting for an ...
... face. She had run out of teasing things to say. Her way didn't work anymore. "Has the whole world gone mad?" she said to me in passing. "He's so young and alive. Why does he want a rendezvous with death?" And without waiting for an ...
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... face. "And? Reason two?" "Because I already gave a deposition about Lexington. To the Provincial Congress." "They gave it back to you." "Yes." He threw the rag down, reached for a pitcher of cider, and poured himself a cup. "It was ...
... face. "And? Reason two?" "Because I already gave a deposition about Lexington. To the Provincial Congress." "They gave it back to you." "Yes." He threw the rag down, reached for a pitcher of cider, and poured himself a cup. "It was ...
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... face after a night out with the Sons. It was part of our lives. I can tell you that." He commenced writing again. "I can tell you how my stepmother, Rachel, came to us. And how we needed her to be a family again after my mother died ...
... face after a night out with the Sons. It was part of our lives. I can tell you that." He commenced writing again. "I can tell you how my stepmother, Rachel, came to us. And how we needed her to be a family again after my mother died ...
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... face from the pox. I don't. But I'm not beautiful, either. My grandmother favors Debby. I think Grandmother hates me a litde because I didn't get pox marks. Debby is her favorite, being named after her, you see." He scribbled. "My mama ...
... face from the pox. I don't. But I'm not beautiful, either. My grandmother favors Debby. I think Grandmother hates me a litde because I didn't get pox marks. Debby is her favorite, being named after her, you see." He scribbled. "My mama ...
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