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 drummers played "Yankee Doodle," a song we had come to hate. For it mocked us. Regimental colors snapped in the morning breeze. We watched them go and I thought, My fatherstarted all this. Front Matter The Redcoats are here!
... and drummers played "Yankee Doodle," a song we had come to hate. For it mocked us. Regimental colors snapped in the morning breeze. We watched them go and I thought, My fatherstarted all this. Front Matter The Redcoats are here!
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... matter lies between us, as disturbing in my mind as the matter that lies between the colonials and the British. But there has been no time to resolve it. And I ache inside, thinking that perhaps the time for settling it has come and ...
... matter lies between us, as disturbing in my mind as the matter that lies between the colonials and the British. But there has been no time to resolve it. And I ache inside, thinking that perhaps the time for settling it has come and ...
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... matters, Father? What's true? Or what people think? Warren left late. He and my father were both in their cups. I think Father did it on purpose. "He'll not go to the hill today," he told Rachel at breakfast "He'll stay in bed, nursing ...
... matters, Father? What's true? Or what people think? Warren left late. He and my father were both in their cups. I think Father did it on purpose. "He'll not go to the hill today," he told Rachel at breakfast "He'll stay in bed, nursing ...
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... matters? What's true? Or what people think?' And what do I always say, Sarah?" "What's true," I answered. I wanted to ... matter. John was paying mind, sensing something. I couldn't allow that John's eyes were blue and very becalmed. He ...
... matters? What's true? Or what people think?' And what do I always say, Sarah?" "What's true," I answered. I wanted to ... matter. John was paying mind, sensing something. I couldn't allow that John's eyes were blue and very becalmed. He ...
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... matters, Reverend. It's what's true." He saw I was not about to be pushed. "Do you have anything else to tell me?" I thought for a moment. "Yes. And it's very sad." He waited. "The horse my father rode that night was named Brown Beauty ...
... matters, Reverend. It's what's true." He saw I was not about to be pushed. "Do you have anything else to tell me?" I thought for a moment. "Yes. And it's very sad." He waited. "The horse my father rode that night was named Brown Beauty ...
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