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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... mother country or making war. We were on new ground now, making up the rules each morning when we got out of bed. Men like John and Sam Adams and John Hancock were this minute riding to the congress in Philadelphia to find out what the ...
... mother country or making war. We were on new ground now, making up the rules each morning when we got out of bed. Men like John and Sam Adams and John Hancock were this minute riding to the congress in Philadelphia to find out what the ...
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... April, when he'd sneaked out of Boston to take his small boat across the Charles, where they had a horse waiting for him, my father had been locked inside himself. Further than he'd been after my mother had died. 15.
... April, when he'd sneaked out of Boston to take his small boat across the Charles, where they had a horse waiting for him, my father had been locked inside himself. Further than he'd been after my mother had died. 15.
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Ann Rinaldi. himself. Further than he'd been after my mother had died. But in a different way, now. Then, he was hurting for himself. Now, he was hurting for others. And behaving as if he alone were accountable for what all those ...
Ann Rinaldi. himself. Further than he'd been after my mother had died. But in a different way, now. Then, he was hurting for himself. Now, he was hurting for others. And behaving as if he alone were accountable for what all those ...
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... mother died. And how my father's work, for the Sons of Liberty and the Provincial Congress near ruined all that." "Yes, talk to me of this, child." God help me. I told the man everything but what he wanted to know. I told him about ...
... mother died. And how my father's work, for the Sons of Liberty and the Provincial Congress near ruined all that." "Yes, talk to me of this, child." God help me. I told the man everything but what he wanted to know. I told him about ...
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... mother died in May of '73, five months after birthing Isanna. God brooded on our house. Isanna was always sickly. My father went about his business as if someone had put a curse on him, saying "bad cess to Paul Revere." He curled up ...
... mother died in May of '73, five months after birthing Isanna. God brooded on our house. Isanna was always sickly. My father went about his business as if someone had put a curse on him, saying "bad cess to Paul Revere." He curled up ...
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