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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... nodded. "Remember what we always talk about? What you always ask me? 'Father,' you say, Svhat matters? What's true? Or what people think?' And what do I always say, Sarah?" "What's true," I answered. I wanted to ask, But what is true ...
... nodded. "Remember what we always talk about? What you always ask me? 'Father,' you say, Svhat matters? What's true? Or what people think?' And what do I always say, Sarah?" "What's true," I answered. I wanted to ask, But what is true ...
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... ." "My father has been part of it for years. It is not something he takes lighdy." He sighed and nodded. "Tell me your recollections." "My recollections are my own." "No, child. They belong to the vvodd now. You owe 20.
... ." "My father has been part of it for years. It is not something he takes lighdy." He sighed and nodded. "Tell me your recollections." "My recollections are my own." "No, child. They belong to the vvodd now. You owe 20.
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... nodded, but this he did not mark down. This was not what he wanted from me. I pondered if I should tell him about Billy Dawes, who rode with my father that night And how Billy sneaked back into Boston afterward. Every Saturday, for ...
... nodded, but this he did not mark down. This was not what he wanted from me. I pondered if I should tell him about Billy Dawes, who rode with my father that night And how Billy sneaked back into Boston afterward. Every Saturday, for ...
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... nodded. "Did your father ever say who fired the first shot at Lexington?" "The first shot?" "Yes. He was there." "He was running across Lexington Common with John Hancock's trunk of important papers. Mr. Lowell was helping him. They ...
... nodded. "Did your father ever say who fired the first shot at Lexington?" "The first shot?" "Yes. He was there." "He was running across Lexington Common with John Hancock's trunk of important papers. Mr. Lowell was helping him. They ...
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... nodded slowly, thanked me, and I saw him out the door. I stood watching him walk down the path. Then I poured myself a glass of cold cider, picked up a shirt I was working on for my father, and went out back through the kitchen garden ...
... nodded slowly, thanked me, and I saw him out the door. I stood watching him walk down the path. Then I poured myself a glass of cold cider, picked up a shirt I was working on for my father, and went out back through the kitchen garden ...
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