Cornelia Warne is taken to live with her unwilling Aunt Kitty in Chicago after disaster takes the last of her closest kin. Ingratiating herself to her aunt is the only way to keep from being dropped off at the closest orphanage, but Aunt Kitty’s only focus seems to be for her unusual occupation.
I say gossip is just like a newspaper, only written in whispers instead of ink. Sure you can’t always believe everything you hear, but isn’t that the same with the newspaper?
I take off down the sidewalk in a panic, tripping over people and shoes and strollers. It’s like a terrible, ridiculous attack-of-the-bees sci-fi movie is being filmed—except no one else knows about it, and I am, unfortunately, the star.
–Zinnia and the Bees by Danielle Davis
As usual, it took Zoe no time at all to pick her dessert, because she always chooses snickerdoodles and knows the ingredients by heart.
–The Doughnut Fix by Jessie Janowitz
The older folks in town like to tell about the night Brett McGrew was born. They say the sky was clear and the moon was full, a moon that lay low on the horizon, big and round and orange, like a basketball. A giant basketball shining down on Stuckey.