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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... 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 his head." "DON'T LET ...
... 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 his head." "DON'T LET ...
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... true," I answered. I wanted to ask, But what is true? Who did fire the first shot? Do you know? And will you keep it a secret forever? But I didn't push the matter. John was paying mind, sensing something. I couldn't allow that John's ...
... true," I answered. I wanted to ask, But what is true? Who did fire the first shot? Do you know? And will you keep it a secret forever? But I didn't push the matter. John was paying mind, sensing something. I couldn't allow that John's ...
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... 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. She belonged to a man named ...
... 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. She belonged to a man named ...
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... of them. Oh, I wish those guns weren't so loud. I wish I didn't feel that time was growing so short. Father, what matters? What people think? Or what's true? I'll figure it out. Chapter Three JAWHAT people think matters, then my 29.
... of them. Oh, I wish those guns weren't so loud. I wish I didn't feel that time was growing so short. Father, what matters? What people think? Or what's true? I'll figure it out. Chapter Three JAWHAT people think matters, then my 29.
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... slave wife of slave Mark, was strangled before she was burned at the stake years ago for her part in poisoning her master. These are the tales they tell in Boston. The things they think are true. The tales Grandmother keeps alive. 33 3.
... slave wife of slave Mark, was strangled before she was burned at the stake years ago for her part in poisoning her master. These are the tales they tell in Boston. The things they think are true. The tales Grandmother keeps alive. 33 3.
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