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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... the militia as soon as they got done chasing Lord Percy back to Boston after Lexington. "Twas Warren who made the army, children," Father told us. "Warren who wrote the circular that went out all over, telling of Lexington and 5.
... the militia as soon as they got done chasing Lord Percy back to Boston after Lexington. "Twas Warren who made the army, children," Father told us. "Warren who wrote the circular that went out all over, telling of Lexington and 5.
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Ann Rinaldi. circular that went out all over, telling of Lexington and Concord, and brought the men in from as far as a hundred miles hence, to Harvard Yard. Here, let me read it to you, so you know what he has done." No more Doctor ...
Ann Rinaldi. circular that went out all over, telling of Lexington and Concord, and brought the men in from as far as a hundred miles hence, to Harvard Yard. Here, let me read it to you, so you know what he has done." No more Doctor ...
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... Tell him to come back later," he said. "I'm busy now. Tell him to come back in an hour." "Why don't you just say no?" I asked. Foolish question. Could he ever say no? To Grandmother, when she terrorized us? To his customers, who owed 9.
... Tell him to come back later," he said. "I'm busy now. Tell him to come back in an hour." "Why don't you just say no?" I asked. Foolish question. Could he ever say no? To Grandmother, when she terrorized us? To his customers, who owed 9.
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... Tell him 'later' and mayhap he won't come back," he advised. But now the man was back, coming through the gate, down the walk. I opened the door. Cannon pounded. He waited until the sound was finished, then he spoke. "Can your father ...
... Tell him 'later' and mayhap he won't come back," he advised. But now the man was back, coming through the gate, down the walk. I opened the door. Cannon pounded. He waited until the sound was finished, then he spoke. "Can your father ...
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... laugh at 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 ...
... laugh at 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 ...
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