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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... speak with him." "About what?" "I've been traveling the countryside this past month, talking to those who were at Lexington and Concord. I would ask him about his ride." Another one, I minded. They come almost every day. How do they ...
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... us. Call them pasteboard currency." "Pasteboard currency is a sight better than none," John said. "Father, what shall I tell the minister?" He got off his stool. He wiped his hands with a rag and looked at me. "You must speak to 11.
... us. Call them pasteboard currency." "Pasteboard currency is a sight better than none," John said. "Father, what shall I tell the minister?" He got off his stool. He wiped his hands with a rag and looked at me. "You must speak to 11.
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Ann Rinaldi. a rag and looked at me. "You must speak to him, Sarah. I can't." "Me?" I was dumbfounded. And angry. He wasn't going to put this off on me. I wouldn't let him. "You mean you won't." "All right, I won't" "Why?" "Many reasons ...
Ann Rinaldi. a rag and looked at me. "You must speak to him, Sarah. I can't." "Me?" I was dumbfounded. And angry. He wasn't going to put this off on me. I wouldn't let him. "You mean you won't." "All right, I won't" "Why?" "Many reasons ...
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... speak, then the cannon started up again and he fell silent, though his hps moved as if in prayer. I minded that he was praying for those poor souls on the hill. When the cannon stopped, he smiled. "Child, all you have said is ...
... speak, then the cannon started up again and he fell silent, though his hps moved as if in prayer. I minded that he was praying for those poor souls on the hill. When the cannon stopped, he smiled. "Child, all you have said is ...
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