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Monday’s First Sentence ~ Pay Attention, Carter Jones

Monday’s First Sentence ~ Pay Attention, Carter Jones

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.

Weekly Quote for Week-28 2020 ~ The Secret of Nightingale Wood

Weekly Quote for Week-28 2020 ~ The Secret of Nightingale Wood

The Secret of Nightingale Wood, Bird, Trees, Girl, Butterfly/Moth, Clouds, Historical Fiction, Lucy Strange, Blue, Red, Gray, Children's Books“Fluctuat nec mergitur.”
“Is that Latin?”
“Yes. It’s the motto of Paris–something like, Tossed but not sunk. The French translate it a bit more prettily–She is tossed by the waves but she does not sink.” Then he looked at me. “We’ve all been tossed by the waves, haven’t we, little ‘un? The t-trick is not to sink…”

Top 10 Books March 2020

Top 10 Books March 2020

Afternoon all!

Smile, Lost Cat, Sunstone, Top 10 books March

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First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ All The Pretty Things

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ All The Pretty Things

Young Adult, Black Cover, All the Pretty Things, Emily Arsenault, Horse, Carnival, Merry Go Round, Thriller, Mystery, Friendship, Amusement Park, Murder
“Hon. Morgan is missing.”
That’s how Dad put it when he called. I’d been in the passenger seat, trying to recover from my airplane nerves, wishing my mom would drive a little faster, when my phone buzzed in the cup holder.
Good thing I wasn’t driving. Mom and I were both tired after the early-morning flight back to New Hampshire. I had offered to drive home from the airport, but we both knew I was still to rattled to be operating a car.
“Missing… like missing missing?” I asked. I tend not to be very eloquent when I’m anxious. And Dad has a way of overdramatizing things, so I wanted to clarify.