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Monday’s First Sentence ~ Pay Attention, Carter Jones

Monday’s First Sentence ~ Pay Attention, Carter Jones

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Pay Attention Carter Jones, Gary D. Schmidt, Loss, Grief, Butler, Children's Books, Sports, Family, Military, Australia, Sister, Brother, Dog, Doormat, Junk, Mess, Bag, Medal, Hat, Feet, Legs
If it hadn’t been the first day of school, and if my mother hadn’t been crying her eyes out the night before, and if the fuel pump on the Jeep had been doing what a fuel pump on a Jeep is supposed to be doing, and if it hadn’t been raining like an Australian tropical thunderstorm – and I’ve been in one, so I know what it’s like – and if the very last quart of one percent milk hadn’t gone sour and clumped up, then probably my mother would never have let the Butler into our house.

Teaser Tuesday ~ Clap When You Land

Teaser Tuesday ~ Clap When You Land

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Clap When You Land, Pink, Yellow, Airplane, Two Girls, Plane Crash, Faces, Contemporary, Young Adult, Poetry, Elizabeth Acevedo, Sister, Family, Dual POV
I had random.org select a % and it went with 37%.

Tía is a woman woven of miracles;
the reason people who are afraid of her
& her magic
still call for the worst emergencies

is because Tía’s a woman who speaks to
the dead,
who negotiates with spirits, who loosens their fingers
when they clutch around the neck of
someone she wants to live-

It doesn’t always work – Ik now
personally
sometimes Tía is too late; sometimes the request too great

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Breakfast Served Anytime

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Breakfast Served Anytime

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Diner, Butterflies, Table, Window, Young Adult, Contemporary, Realistic Fiction, Camp, Summer, Summer Camp, Coming of Age, Breakfast Served Anytime, Sarah Combs
The butterflies started showing up the night before I left for Geek Camp. The first one came as a surprise: an otherworldly blue messenger, lifting and settling its wings on the windshield of the wheezy Chrysler LeBaron I had inherited from my grandmother just months before. Carol was riding shotgun, and when I whacked her knee and pointed, she just slid her sunglasses down her nose, peered at the butterfly like it might be contagious, and said, “They’re everywhere, Glo. A plague of them.” After that, just like when you learn a new word and suddenly it’s all over the place, I started seeing the blue butterflies everywhere I looked.